3 With heart and eyes and lifted hands,
For thee I long, for thee I look,
As travellers in thirsty lands
Pant for the cooling water-brook.
4 E'en life itself, without thy love,
No lasting pleasure can afford:
Yea, 'twould a tiresome burden prove,
If I were banish'd from thee, Lord.
5 I'll lift my hands, I'll raise my voice,
While I have breath to pray or praise.
This work shall make my heart rejoice,
Throughout the remnant of my days.
THOU, to whose all-searching sight, The darkness shineth as the light! Search, prove my heart; it pants for thee: O burst these bonds, and set it free.
2 Wash out its stains, refine its dross;
Nail my affections to the cross;
Hallow each thought; let all within
Be clean, as thou, my Lord, art clean.
3 If in this darksome wild I stray,
Be thou my light, be thou my way.
No foes, no violence I fear,
No fraud, while thou, my God, art near.
4 When rising floods my soul o'erflow,
When sinks my heart in waves of wo;
Saviour, thy timely aid impart,
And raise my head, and cheer my
5 If rough and thorny be the way,
My strength proportion to my day;
Till toil, and grief, and pain shall cease,
Where all is calm and joy and peace.
HYMN 222. L. M.
ESET with snares on ev'ry hand,
In life's uncertain path I stand:
Father divine! diffuse thy light,
To guide my doubtful footsteps right.
2 Engage this frail, this wav'ring heart,
Wisely to choose the better part;
To scorn the trifles of a day,
For joys that never fade away.
3 Then let the wildest storms arise;
Let tempests mingle earth and skies:
No fatal shipwreck shall I fear,
But all my treasures with me bear.
4 If thou, my Father! still be nigh,
Cheerful I live, and joyful die;
Secure, when mortal comforts flee,
To find ten thousand worlds in thee.
HYMN 223. C. M.
Y God, the visits of thy face
Afford superior joy
To all the flatt' ring world can give,
Or mortal hopes employ.
2 But clouds and darkness intervene,
My brightest joys decline;
And earth's gay trifles oft ensnare
This wand'ring heart of mine.
3 Lord, guide this wand'ring heart to thee; Unsatisfy'd I stray;
Break through the shades of sense and sin
With thy enliv'ning ray.
4 O let thy beams resplendent shine,
And ev'ry cloud remove;
Transform my pow'rs, and fit my soul
For happier scenes above.
5 Lord, raise my faith, my hope, my heart,
To those transporting joys;
Then shall I scorn each little snare,
Which this vain world employs.
6 Then, though I sink in death's cold sleep,
To life I shall awake;
And, in the likeness of my God,
Of heav'nly bliss partake.
N vain my roving thoughts would find
A portion worthy of the mind:
On earth my soul can never rest,
For earth can never make me blest.
2 Can lasting happiness be found,
Where seasons roll their hasty round,
And days and hours with rapid flight
Sweep cares and pleasures out of sight?
3 Arise, my thoughts! my heart arise!
Leave this vain world, and seek the skies:
There joys for evermore shall last,
When seasons, days, and hours are past.
4 Thy mercy, Lord, to me impart :
O raise my thoughtless, wand'ring heart
To pleasures perfect and sublime,
Unmeasur'd by the wings of time.
5 Let those bright worlds of endless joy
My thoughts, my hopes, my cares employ.
No more, ye restless passions, roam:
God is my bliss, and heav'n my home.
THE DANGER AND MISERY OF SIN.
AN has a soul of vast desires;
M'He burns within with restless fires.
Toss'd to and fro, his passions fly
From vanity to vanity.
2 In vain on earth we hope to find
Some solid good to fill the mind;
We try new pleasures, but we feel
The inward thirst and torment still.
3 So, when a raging fever burns,
We shift from side to side by turns;
And 'tis a poor relief we gain,
To change the place, but keep the pain. 4 Great God! subdue this vicious thirst, This love to vanity and dust;
Cure the vile fever of the mind,
And feed our souls with joys refin'd.
HYMN 226. C. M.
WHEN in the light of faith divine
We look on things below;
Honour, and gold, and sensual joy,
How vain and dang'rous too!
2 Honour's a puff of noisy breath:
Yet men expose their blood,
And venture everlasting death,
To gain that airy good.
3 Whilst others starve the nobler mind,
And feed on shining dust,
They sacrifice eternal bliss
To mean and sordid lust.
4 The pleasures, which allure our sense,
Are dang' rous snares to souls:
There's but a drop of flatt'ring sweet,
And dash'd with bitter bowls.
6 God is my all-sufficient good,
My portion and my choice;
In him my vast desires are fill'd,
And all my pow'rs rejoice.
HYMN 227. C. M.
INNERS! the voice of God regard:
'Tis mercy speaks to-day;
He calls you by his gracious word
From sin's destructive way.
Like the rough sea that cannot rest,
You live devoid of peace;
A thousand stings within your breast
Deprive your souls of ease.
3 Your way is dark, and leads to hell:
Why will you persevere?
Can you in frightful torments dwell,
Shut up in black despair?
4 Bow to the sceptre of his word,
Renouncing ev'ry sin;
Submit to him, your sov'reign Lord,
And learn his will divine.
HYMN 228. L. M.
"HY will ye lavish out your years Amidst a thousand trifling cares?
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