Holy Spirit, dwell with me;
I myself would holy be;
Separate from sin, I would

Choose and cherish all things good,
And whatever I can be

Give to Him, who gave me Thee!

Thomas Toke Lynch. 1855.

CCIII.

MATT. V. 3-10.

There is a dwelling-place above;
Thither, to meet the God of love,
The poor in spirit go;

There is a paradise of rest;

For contrite hearts and souls distrest
Its streams of comfort flow.

There is a goodly heritage,

Where earthly passions cease to rage;
The meek that haven gain:
There is a board, where they who pine,
Hungry, athirst, for grace divine,
May feast, nor crave again.

There is a voice to mercy true;
To them who mercy's path pursue
That voice shall bliss impart ;
There is a sight from man concealed ;
That sight, the face of God revealed;
Shall bless the pure in heart.

There is a name, in heaven bestow'd ; That name, which hails them sons of God, The friends of peace shall know :

There is a kingdom in the sky,

Where they shall reign with God on high, Who serve Him best below.

Lord! be it mine like them to choose
The better part, like them to use
The means Thy love hath given !

Be holiness my aim on earth,
That death be welcomed as a birth
To life and bliss in Heaven!

Bishop Richard Mant. 1828.

CCIV.

MATTHEW V. 3—10.

Blest are the humble souls that see
Their emptiness and poverty ;
Treasures of grace to them are given,
And crowns of joy laid up in Heaven.

Blest are the men of broken heart
Who mourn for sin with inward smart;
The Blood of Christ divinely flows,
A healing balm for all their woes.

Blest are the meek, who stand afar
From rage and passion, noise and war;
God will secure their happy state,

And plead their cause against the great.

Blest are the souls that thirst for grace,
Hunger and long for righteousness;
They shall be well supplied and fed
With living streams and living bread.

Blest are the men whose bowels move
And melt with sympathy and love;
From Christ the Lord shall they obtain
Like sympathy and love again.

Blest are the pure, whose hearts are clean
From the defiling power of sin;

With endless pleasure they shall see
A God of spotless purity.

Blest are the men of peaceful life,

Who quench the coals of growing strife ;
They shall be call'd the heirs of bliss,
The sons of God, the God of peace.

Blest are the sufferers, who partake
Of pain and shame for Jesus' sake;
Their souls shall triumph in the Lord,
Glory and joy are their reward.
Isaac Watts. 1709.

IV.

"GIVE US THIS DAY OUR DAILY BREAD."

CCV.

Lord of my life, whose tender care

Hath led me on till now,
Here lowly at the hour of prayer
Before Thy throne I bow;

I bless Thy gracious hand, and pray
Forgiveness for another day.

Oh! may I daily, hourly, strive
In heavenly grace to grow;
To Thee and to Thy glory live,
Dead else to all below;

Tread in the path my Saviour trod,
Though thorny, yet the path to God!

With prayer my humble praise I bring
For mercies day by day ;

Lord, teach my heart Thy love to sing,

Lord, teach me how to pray!

All that I have, I am, to Thee

I offer through Eternity!

Anon. [1838.]

CCVI.

Lord, in the day Thou art about

The paths wherein I tread;
And in the night, when I lie down,
Thou art about my bed.

While others in God's prisons lie,
Bound with affliction's chain,
I walk at large, secure and free
From sickness and from pain.

'Tis Thou dost crown my hopes and plans
With good success each day;
This crown, together with myself,
At Thy blest feet I lay.

O let my house a temple be,
That I and mine may sing
Hosanna to Thy Majesty,

And praise our heavenly King!
Cento by John Hampden Gurney. 1838-1851.
From John Mason. 1683.

CCVII.

Shine on our souls, eternal God,
With rays of beauty shine!
O let Thy favour crown our days,
And all their round be thine!

Did we not raise our hands to Thee,
Our hands might toil in vain ;
Small joy success itself could give,
If Thou Thy love restrain.

With Thee let every week begin,
With Thee each day be spent ;
For Thee each fleeting hour improv'd,
Since each by Thee is lent.