The filial awe, the fleshy heart,
The tender conscience give.
Quick as the apple of an eye,
O God, my conscience make!
Awake my soul, when sin is nigh,
And keep it still awake.
3 If to the right or left I stray,
That moment, Lord, reprove;
And let me weep my life away,
For having griev'd thy love.
O, may the least omission pain,
My well-instructed soul!
And drive me to the blood again,
Which makes the wounded whole.
HYMN 188. S. M. [147]
THE praying spirit breathe,
The watching power impart;
From all entanglements beneath,
Call off my peaceful heart:
My feeble mind sustain,
By worldly thoughts opprest;
Appear, and bid me turn again,
To my eternal rest.
2 Swift to my rescue come,
Thine own this moment seize; Gather my wand'ring spirit home, And keep in perfect peace: Suffer'd no more to rove
O'er all the earth abroad, Arrest the prisoner of thy love, And shut me up in God.
HYMN 189. C. M. [147]
SHEPHERD divine, our wants relieve, In this our evil day;
To all thy tempted followers give,
The power to watch and pray.
2 Long as our fiery trials last,
Long as the cross we bear,
O let our souls on thee be cast,
In never-ceasing prayer!
3 The spir't of interceding grace
Give us in faith to claim;
To wrestle till we see thy face,
And know thy hidden name.
4 Till thou thy perfect love impart,
Till thou thyself bestow,
Be this the cry of every heart,
I will not let thee go.
5 I will not let thee go unless
Thou tell thy name to me;
With all thy great salvation bless,
And make me all like thee.
6 Then let me on the mountain top,
Behold thy open face;
Where faith in sight is swallow'd up, And prayer in endless praise.
HELP, Lord, to whom for help I fly,
And still my tempted soul stand by,
Throughout the evil day;
The sacred watchfulness impart,
And keep the issues of my heart,
And stir me up to pray.
2 My soul with thy whole armour arm, In each approach of sin, alarm,
And show the danger near: Surround, sustain and strengthen me, And fill with godly jealousy,
And sanctifying fear.
3 Whene'er my careless hands hang down,
O let me see thy gathering frown,
And feel thy warning eye;
And starting, cry, from ruin's brink,
Save, Jesus, or I yield, I sink!
O save me, or I die!
4 If near the pit I rashly stray,
Before I wholly fall away,
The keen conviction dart!
Recall me by that pitying look,
That kind upbraiding glance, which broke
Unfaithful Peter's heart.
5 In me thine utmost mercy show,
And make me like thyself below,
Unblamable in grace;
Ready prepar'd and fitted here,
By perfect holiness t' appear
Before thy glorious face.
HYMN 191. S. M. [149]
A CHARGE to keep I have,
A God to glorify;
A never-dying soul to save,
And fit it for the sky;
To serve the present age,
My calling to fulfil-
O, may it all my powers engage,
To do my Master's will.
2 Arm me with jealous care,
As in thy sight to live;
And O thy servant, Lord, prepare,
A strict account to give!
Help me to watch and pray,
And on thyself rely;
Assur'd if I my trust betray,
I shall for ever die.
HOW vain are all things here below!
How false, and yet how fair!
Each pleasure hath its poison too,
And every sweet a snare.
2 The brightest things below the sky,
Give but a flatt'ring light;
We should suspect some danger nigh,
Where we possess delight.
• 3 Our dearest joys and nearest friends,
The partners of our blood,
How they divide our wav'ring minds,
And leave but half for God!
4 The fondness of a creature's love,
How strong it strikes the sense!
Thither the warm affections move,
Nor can we call them thence.
5 Dear Saviour let thy beauties be
My soul's eternal food;
And grace command my heart away
From all created good.
HYMN 193. S. M. [150]
GOD of almighty love,
By whose sufficient grace
I lift my heart to things above,
And humbly seek thy face:
Through Jesus Christ the just,
My faint desires receive,
And let me in thy goodness trust,
And to thy glory live.
2 Spirit of faith, inspire
My consecrated heart;
Fill me with pure celestial fire,
With all thou hast and art:
My feeble mind transform,
And, perfectly renew'd,
Into a saint exalt a worm-
A worm exalt to God!
HYMN 194. L. M. [151]
PIERCE, fill me with an humble fear,
My utter helplessness reveal;
Satan and sin are always near;
Thee may I always nearer feel.
20 that to thee my constant mind,
Might with an even flame aspire;
Pride in its earliest motions find,
And mark the risings of desire.
3 0 that my tender soul might fly,
The first abhorr'd approach of ill;
Quick as the apple of an eye,
The slightest touch of sin to feel. 4 Till thou anew my soul create,
Still may I strive, and watch, and pray; Humbly and confidently wait,
And long to see the perfect day.
HYMN 195. S. M. [151]
GRACIOUS Redeemer, shake
This slumber from my soul!
Say to me now, "Awake, awake,
And Christ shall make thee whole."
2 Give me on thee to call,
Always to watch and pray,
Lest I into temptation fall,
And cast my shield away.
3 For each assault prepared,
And ready may I be,
For ever standing on my guard,
And looking up to thee.
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