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5. And when, dear Saviour! I kneel down

Morning and night to prayer,
Something there is within my heart

Which tells me Thou art there.
6. Yes! when I

pray,

Thou prayest too-
Thy prayer is all for me;
But when I sleep, Thou sleepest not,
But watchest patiently.

Doxology. C. M.
To God the Father, glory be,

And to His only Son;
The same, O Holy Ghost! to Thee,

While ceaseless ages run.

FABER,

597.

C. M.
1. My God! the spring of all my joys,

The life of my delights,
The glory of my brightest days,

And comfort of my nights.
2. In darkest shades if He appear,

My dawning is begun!
He is my soul's sweet morning star,

And He my rising sun.
3. The opening heavens around me shine

With beams of sacred bliss,
While Jesus shows His heart is mine,

And whispers, “I am His !"
4. My soul would leave this heavy clay

At that transporting word,
Run up with joy the shining way,

T embrace my dearest Lord.
5. Fearless of hell, and ghastly death,

I'd break through every foe;
The wings of love, and arms of faith,

Should bear me conqueror through.

WATTS.

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1. Do not I love Thee, O

my

Lord ?
Behold

my

heart and see; And turn the dearest idol out

That dares to rival Thee.

2. Is not Thy name melodious still

To mine attentive ear?
Doth not each pulse with pleasure bound,

My Saviour's voice to hear ?
3. Hast Thou a lamb in all Thy flock

I would disdain to feed ?
Hast Thou a foe before whose face

I fear Thy cause to plead?
4. Would not my heart pour forth its blood

In honor of Thy name?
And challenge the cold hand of death

To damp th' immortal flame?
5. Thou knowest I love Thee, dearest Lord;

But O! I long to soar
Far from the sphere of mortal joys,

And learn to love Thee more.

DODDRIDGE.

599.

C.M.

1. DEAREST of all the names above,

My Saviour and my God,
Who can resist Thy heavenly love,

Or trifle with Thy blood ?
2. 'Tis by the merits of Thy death

Thy Father smiles again;
'Tis by Thine interceding breath

The Spirit dwells with men.
3. Till God in human flesh I see,

My thoughts no comfort find;
The holy, just, and sacred Three

Are terrors to my mind.

4. But if Immanuel's face appear,

My hope, my joy, begin;
His name

forbids

my

slavish fear;
His grace removes my sin.
5. While Jews on their own law rely,

And Greeks of wisdom boast,
I love th' incarnate mystery,

And there I fix my trust.

WATTS.

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1. O how the thought of God attracts

And draws the heart from earth,
And sickens it of passing shows

And dissipating mirth!
2. God only is the creature's home,

Though long and rough the road;
Yet nothing less can satisfy

The love that longs for God.

3. O utter but the name of God

Down in your heart of hearts,
And see how from the world at once

All tempting light departs.
4. A trusting heart, a yearning eye,

Can win their way above;
If mountains can be moved by faith,

Is there less power in love?
5. How little of that road, my soul!

How little hast Thou gone!
Take heart, and let the thought of God

Allure thee further on.

6. Dole not thy duties out to God,

But let thy hand be free;
Look long at Jesus; His sweet blood,

How was it dealt to thee?

7. The perfect way is hard to flesh;

It is not hard to love;
If thou wert sick for want of God

How swiftly wouldst thou move!

FABER.

601.

1. O SINNER, bring not tears alone,

Or outward form of prayer,
But let it in thy heart be known

That penitence is there.
2. To smite the breast, the clothes to rend,

God asketh not of thee;
Thy secret soul He bids thee bend

In true humility.
3. O, let us, then, with heartfelt grief,

Draw near unto our God,
And pray to Him to grant relief,

And stay the lifted rod.
4. O righteous Judge, if Thou wilt deign

To grant us what we need,
We pray for time to turn again,

And grace to turn indeed.

1

BREVIARY.

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1. O GIFT of gifts ! O grace of faith!

My God! how can it be
That Thou, who hast discerning love,

Shouldst give that gift to me?
2. How many hearts thou mightst have had

More innocent than mine!
How

many souls more worthy far

Of that sweet touch of Thine!
3. Ah, grace ! into unlikeliest hearts

It is thy boast to come,
The glory of thy light to find

In darkest spots a home.

4. The crowd of cares, the weightiest cross,

Seem trifles less than light-
Earth looks so little and so low

When faith shines full and bright.
5. O, happy, happy that I am!

If thou canst be, O faith,
The treasure that thou art in life,

What wilt thou be in death?

LYRA CATH,

603.

C. M.
1. O DEAREST Lamb, take Thou

my

heart !
Where can such sweetness be,
As I have tasted in Thy love,

As I have found in Thee ?
2. If there's a fervor in my soul,

And fervor sure there is,
Now it shall be at thy control,

And but to serve Thee rise.
3. If love, that mildest flame can rest

In hearts so hard as mine,
Come, gentle Saviour to my breast,

Its love shall all be Thine.
4. Now the gay world with treacherous art

Shall tempt my heart in vain
I have conveyed away that heart,

Ne'er to return again.
5. 'Tis heaven on earth to taste His love,

To feel His quickening grace,
And all the heaven I hope above,

Is but to see His face.

MORAVIAN.

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1. MAJESTIC sweetness sits enthroned

Upon the Saviour's brow;
His head with radiant glories crowned,

His lips with grace o'erflow.

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