331 BELMONT C. M.

Arr. from William Gardiner, 1812

O

I When I can read my title clear To mansions in

the skies,

2 A heart resigned, submissive, meek, 4 A heart in every thought renewed,

My great Redeemer's throne; Where only Christ is heard to speak, Where Jesus reigns alone;

And full of love Divine;

Perfect, and right, and pure, and good,
A copy, Lord, of Thine.

5 Thy nature, gracious Lord, impart ;

Come quickly from above;
Write Thy new Name upon my heart,
Thy new, best Name of Love.

Rev. Charles Wesley, 1742 (Text of 1782)

I O for a faith that will not shrink Though pressed by many a

336 BERA L. M.

John E. Gould, 1849

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I O Thou, to whose all - search-ing sight The darkness shin-eth as the light,

e

Search, prove my heart; it pants for Thee; O burst these bands, and set it

free. A-MEN.

Oib

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 harm, while Thou, my God, art

near.

4 When rising floods my head o'erflow,
When sinks my heart in waves of woe,
Jesus, Thy timely aid impart,
And raise my head, and cheer my
heart.

5 Saviour, where'er Thy steps I see,
Dauntless, untired, I follow Thee:
O let Thy hand support me still,
And lead me to Thy holy hill.

6 If rough and thorny be my way,
My strength proportion to my day;
Till toil and grief and pain shall cease
Where all is calm and joy and peace.

337 (BERA) L. M.

Count N. L. von Zinzendorf, 1721 (verse 4, Rev. J. A. Freylinghausen, 1704). Tr. Rev. John Wesley, 1738: verse 3, 1. 4, alt.

I MY God, permit me not to be
A stranger to myself and Thee;
Amidst a thousand thoughts I rove,
Forgetful of my highest love.

2 Why should my passions mix with
earth,

And thus debase my heavenly birth? Why should I cleave to things below,

And let my God, my Saviour, go?

3 Call me away from flesh and sense :
One sovereign word can draw me
thence;

I would obey the voice Divine,
And all inferior joys resign.

4 Be earth, with all her scenes,
drawn,

with

Let noise and vanity be gone;
In secret silence of the mind
My heaven, and there my God, I find.

Rev. Isaac Watts, 1709

338 AMSTERDAM 7. 6. 7. 6. 7. 7. 7. 6.

I Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings, Thy bet ter