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The prayer of Jabez.
1 O THAT the Lord indeed
Would me his servant bless,
From every evil shield my head,
And crown my paths with peace!
Be his almighty hand
My helper and my guide,
Till with his saints in Canaan's land
My portion he divide.
1 O GOD of Jacob, by whose hand Thine Israel still is fed:
Who through this weary pilgrimage
Hast all our fathers led:
To thee our humble vows we raise,
To thee address our prayer,
And in thy kind and faithful breast
Deposit all our care.
If thou, through each perplexing path,
Wilt be our constant guide;
If thou wilt daily bread supply,
And raiment wilt provide;
If thou wilt spread thy shield around,
Till these our wanderings cease,
And at our Father's lov'd abode
Our souls arrive in peace;
To thee as to our covenant God,
We our whole selves resign;
And count, that not the tenth alone,
But all we have, is thine.
Lord, to whom shall we go?”
THOU only sovereign of my heart,
My refuge, my almighty friend,
And can my soul from thee depart,
On whom alone my hopes depend?
Whither, ah! whither shall I go,
A wretched wanderer from the Lord?
Can this dark world of sin and woe
One glimpse of happiness afford?
Eternal life thy words impart,
On these my fainting spirit lives;
Here sweeter comforts cheer my heart
Than all the round of nature gives.
Low at thy feet my soul would lie,
There safety dwells, and peace divine;
Still let me live beneath thine eye,
For life, eternal life is thine.
"Remember me, O my God, for good." 10 THOU, from whom all goodness flows, I lift my heart to thee;
In all my sorrows, conflicts, woes,
Good Lord, remember me.
When pressing on my burden'd heart
My sins lie heavily,
My pardon speak, fresh peace impart,
In love remember me.
Temptations sore obstruct my way,
And ills I cannot flee;
O give me strength, Lord, as my day;
For good remember me.
4 The hour is near, consign'd to death I own the just decree;
Saviour, with my last parting breath
I'll cry, "remember me."
JESUS, lover of my soul,
Let me to thy bosom fly,
While the nearer waters roll,
While the tempest still is high:
Hide me, O my Saviour, hide,
Till the storm of life is past;
Safe into the haven guide,
O receive my soul at last!
2 Other refuge have I none,
Hang's my helpless soul on thee;
Leave, ah! leave me not alone,
Still support and comfort me:
All my trust on thee is stay'd;
All my help from thee I bring;
Cover my defenceless head
With the shadow of thy wing.
3 Plenteous grace with thee is found,
Grace to pardon all my sin;
Let the healing streams abound;
Make and keep me pure within:
Thou of life the fountain art,
Freely let me take of thee;
Spring thou up within my heart,
Rise to all eternity.
Christ our example in suffering.
1 GO to dark Gethsemane,
Ye that feel the tempter's power,
Your Redeemer's conflict see,
Watch with him one bitter hour;
Turn not from his griefs away,
Learn of Jesus Christ to pray.
Follow to the judgment-hall,
View the Lord of life arraign'd;
O the wormwood and the gall!
O the pangs his soul sustain'd!
Shun not suffering, shame, or loss;
Learn of him to bear the cross.
Calvary's mournful mountain climb;
There, adoring at his feet,
Mark that miracle of time,
God's own sacrifice complete :
"It is finish'd;" hear the cry;
Learn of Jesus Christ to die.
Early hasten to the tomb,
Where they laid his breathless clay;
All is solitude and gloom,
Who hath taken him away?
Christ is ris'n! he meets our eyes;
Saviour, teach us so to rise.
"Cast thy burden upon the Lord.”
DEAR refuge of my weary soul,
On thee, when sorrows rise,
On thee, when waves of trouble roll,
My fainting hope relies.
To thee I tell each rising grief,
For thou alone can'st heal;
Thy word can bring a sweet relief
For every pain I feel.
Hast thou not bid me seek thy face?
And shall I seek in vain ?
And can the ear of sovereign grace
Be deaf when I complain?
Thy mercy-seat is open still,
Here let my soul retreat;
With humble hope attend thy will,
And wait beneath thy feet.
The sympathy of Christ.
WHEN gathering clouds around I view,
And days are dark, and friends are few,
On him I lean, who not in vain
Experienc'd every human pain;
He sees my grief, allays my fears,
And counts and treasures up my tears.
If aught should tempt my soul to stray
From heavenly wisdom's narrow way,
To fly the good I would pursue,
And do the sin I would not do;
May he who felt temptation's power
Still guard me in that dangerous hour.
And O! when I have safely past
Through every conflict, but the last,
Unchanging Saviour, watch beside
My bed of death, for thou hast died;
Then point to realms of cloudless day,
And wipe the latest tear away.