3 Nothing in my hand I bring, 4 While I draw this fleeting breath- Let me hide myself in thee! 389. (LUKE X. 42.) L. M. 1 BESET with snares on every hand, Saviour divine, diffuse thy light, 2 Engage this roving, treacherous heart To scorn the trifles of a day, 108 1 162 For joys that none can take away.svg oT 3 Then let the wildest storms arise; 4 If thou, my Jesus, still be nigh, T & I 390. (ISAIAH XXVI. 1—4), as Gahoй & 1 ARISE, my soul, my joyful powers, fome And triumph in my God; Awake, my voice, and loud proclaim-H 2 The arms of everlasting love 3 The city of my blest abode Is wall'd around with grace; To shield the sacred place. 4 Arise, my soul! awake, my voice! And tunes of pleasure sing; 1 Loud hallelujahs shall address S 391. (TITUS ii. 10.) O let our lips and lives express I Ι So let our works and virtues shine, 108 & 4 Religion bears our spirits up, ̈*** A heart that's sprinkled with the blood, 2 A heart resign'd, submissive, meek, Where only Christ is heard to speak, da I Where Jesus reigns alone. 3 A humble, lowly, contrite heart, Believing, true, and clean! Which neither life nor death can part, ea9 From him that dwells withing ca b'ae9 H 4 Thy nature, gracious Lord, impart, Come quickly from above; 1 Write thy new name upon my heart,poloo 393. NOT 10 OT the malicious or profane, Nor thieves, nor slanderers, shall obtainɛ A 2 Surprising grace! and such were well movI & By nature and by sin; • Heirs of immortal misery, dows Isilit T Unholy and unclean. jom, abast T 3 But we are wash'd in Jesus' blood, nemilo}] A We're pardon'd through his name, sad # And the good Spirit of our God Has sanctified our frame. 4 Oh for a persevering power To keep thy just commands! We would defile our hearts no more, 1 LORD, if thou thy grace impart, I shall, as my Master, be - 2 Simple, teachable, and mild, Pleas'd with all the Lord provides; Nothing want, beneath, above- 1 I WANT a principle within Of jealous godly fear; A sensibility of sin, A pain to feel it near. 2 From thee that I no more razy garty. The filial awe, the flesing mother 3 Quick as the apple of an eye, v ghim wɔnef & O God, my conscience make!un bn A Awake my soul when sin is nigh, as And keep it still awake... O 4 O may the least omission pain : 96 396 S 2 (ROM. vi. 1-6-); HALL we go on to sin, Or crucify the Lord again, And open all his wounds? That we, whose sins are crucified, Should raise them from the dead. wollow? Since Christ has made us free, 3 We will be slaves no more, Has nail'd our tyrants to his cross, 397. C. M.RE (2 COR. v. 17.) I ATTEND, while God's exalted Son Doth his own glories shew 'Behold, I sit upon my throne, 2 Mighty Redeemer! set me frees out fauac |