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497

HEN we cannot see our way,

WHEN

We should trust and still obey;

He who bids us forward go,

Will instruct the way to know.

2 Though the sea be deep and wide,
Though a passage seems denied,
Fearless let us still proceed,

Since the Lord vouchsafes to lead.

3 Though it seems the gloom of night,
Though we trace no ray of light,
Since the Lord Himself is there,
'Tis not meet that we should fear.

4 Night, with Him, is always bright,
Where He is, there all is light;
When He calls us, why delay?
They are happy who obey.

5 Be it ours then while we're here,
Him to follow without fear;
Where He calls us, there to go,
What He bids us, that to do.

75.

HOW can I sink with such a prop

As my eternal God,

Who bears the earth's huge pillars up,
And spreads the heavens abroad?

2 How can I die while Jesus lives,
Who rose and left the dead?
Pardon and grace my soul receives
From mine exalted Head.

C. M

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499

3 All that I am, and all I have,
Shall be forever Thine;
Whate'er my duty bids me give,
My cheerful hands resign.

4 Yet if I might make some reserve,
And duty did not call,

I love my God with zeal so great,
That I would give Him all.

OF

H that the Lord would guide my ways
To keep His statutes still!

Oh that my God would grant me grace
To know and do His will!

2 Order my footsteps by Thy word,
And make my heart sincere ;
Let sin have no dominion, Lord,

And keep my conscience clear.

3 My soul hath gone too far astray,
My feet too often slip;

Yet since I've not forgot Thy way,
Restore Thy wandering sheep.

4 Make me to walk in Thy commands,
'Tis a delightful road;

Nor let my head, or heart, or hands,
Offend against my God.

Psalm 119.

BEHOLD Thy waiting servant, Lord,

Devoted to Thy fear;

Remember and confirm Thy word,

For all my hopes are there.

C. M.

2 Hast Thou not sent salvation down,
And promised quickening grace?

Doth not my heart address Thy throne?
And yet Thy love delays.

3

Mine eyes

for Thy salvation fail;

Oh bear Thy servant up!

Nor let the scoffing lips prevail

That dare reproach my hope.

4 Didst Thou not raise my faith, O Lord?
Then let Thy truth appear;

500

Saints shall rejoice in my reward,
And trust as well as fear.

FAR

L. M.

`AR from my thoughts, vain world, begone, Let my religious hours alone;

Fain would mine eyes my Saviour see;

I wait a visit, Lord, from Thee.

2 My heart grows warm with holy fire,
And kindles with a pure desire :
Come, my dear Jesus, from above,
And feed my soul with heavenly love.

3 Blest Saviour, what delicious fare;
How sweet Thine entertainments are!
Never did angels taste above,
Redeeming grace and dying love.

4 Hail, great Immanuel, all-divine!
In Thee Thy Father's glories shine ;
Thou brightest, sweetest, fairest One
That eyes have
seen, or angels known.

501

BI

LEST hour! when mortal man retires To hold communion with His God, To send to Heaven his warm desires,

And listen to the sacred word.

L. M.

2 Blest hour! when God himself draws nigh, Well pleased His people's voice to hear; To hush the penitential sigh,

And wipe away the mourner's tear.

3 Blest hour! for where the Lord resorts
Foretastes of future bliss are given;
And mortals find His earthly courts
The house of God, the gate of heaven!

4 Hail, peaceful hour! supremely blest
Amid the hours of worldly care;
The hour that yields the spirit rest,
That sacred hour, the hour of prayer.

5 And when my hours of prayer are past,
And this frail tenement decays,
Then may I spend in heaven at last
A never-ending hour of praise.

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Psalm 119.

L. M

KEEP me from fainting in my prayers,
When to Thy footstool, Lord, I come;
My soul with God would leave her cares,
And hope for mercy from the throne.

2 Kindle a flame of love and zeal,

While wrestling for the grace I need;
Bring me by faith within the veil,

And help me ardently to plead.

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3 Known to the Lord are all my sighs;
I will not yield to unbelief,

But persevere with fervent cries,
Until He hear and grant relief.

FROM every stormy wind that blows,

From every swelling tide of woes,

There is a calm, a sure retreat,
'Tis found beneath the mercy-seat.

2 There is a place where Jesus sheds
The oil of gladness on our heads,
A place than all besides more sweet;
It is the blood-bought mercy-seat.

L. M.

3 There is a scene where spirits blend,
Where friend holds fellowship with friend;
Though sundered far, by faith they meet
Around one common mercy-seat?

4 Ah! whither could we flee for aid,
When tempted, desolate, dismayed?
Or how the hosts of hell defeat,
Had suffering saints no mercy-seat?

5 There, there, on eagle-wings we soar,
And sense, and sin, seem all no more;
And heaven comes down our souls to greet,
And glory crowns the mercy-seat.

6 Oh let my hand forget her skill,
My tongue be silent, cold and still,
This throbbing heart forget to beat,
If I forget the mercy-seat!