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Wisdom descending from above,
The choicest token of Thy love.
To fear His name, and keep His word ;
And guide and guard my wandering youth. 4 Then
shouldst Thou grant me length of days, My life shall still proclaim Thy praise ; Or early death, I'll soar away To realms of everlasting day.
1 GUIDE me, 0 Thou great Jehovah,
Pilgrim through this barren land ; I am weak, but Thou art mighty, Hold me with Thy powerful hand :
Bread of Heaven,
Feed me till I want no more.
Whence the healing streams do flow;
Bid my anxious fears subside :
Songs of praises
282 Desiring the Best Joys.
8.7. 1 MAY I love Thee, and adore Thee,
0 Thou bleeding, dying Lamb! Teach my heart to bend before Thee !
Kindle there a sacred flame ! 2 Teach me what I am by nature,
How to lift my thoughts on high ;
How to live and how to die. 3 Prone, alas ! I am to wander
In pursuit of earthly joys;
'Mongst the world's alluring toys. 4 Let not earth with its devices
Steal my youth-my best of days;
Make me shun its dangerous ways. 5 What's the earth, with all her treasures,
But a vain and empty show ?
Endless riches to bestow.
C.M. 1 IF I have never yet begun
To tread the sacred road,
To Zion's blest abode.
Assist me with Thy strength ;
Shall reach Thy heaven at length.
3 O may my most sincere requests
Be all comprised in this,
And then partake their bliss ! 284 Prayer for our Country. P.M.
i God bless our native land;
Ever in Thee !
Home of the free.
Her blessings be!
Preserve her free!
DIFFERENCE BETWEEN THE RIGHTEOUS
AND THE WICKED, 285 Man Desires to be Happy. C.M. 1 MAN has a vast expansive soul,
Which still to bliss aspires ;
Can meet his large desires.
To give unfading joy;
Is full of base alloy.
3 But God, who formed it pure at first,
Can raise the ruined soul;
And its desires control. 4 How happy they who know His power
To save and satisfy !
Their bliss shall never die.
Vain Hopes of the Wicked. C.M. 1 THE rush may rise where waters flow,
And flags beside the stream;
Before the scorching beam. 2 So is the sinner's hope cut off ;
Or, if it transient rise,
From every breath that flies.
Who Heaven's high laws despise ;
As quickly others rise.
God will His power employ;
And fill their hearts with joy.
287 Earthly and Heavenly Joys.
How swift they pass away,
The dying flower reclines its head,
The beauty of a day!
We fondly call our own;
Before we find them gone.
With God laid up in store;
Brighter than golden ore. 4 The seeds which God's free grace and love
Have scattered here below,
To ample harvests grow.
Beneath a burning sky, The worthless bramble withering stands,
And only grows to die; 2 Such is the sinner's awful case,
Who makes the world his trust, And dares his confidence to place
In vanity and dust.
And dries his moisture up;
And dies without a hope.
Upon the Lord alone;
Can ne'er be overthrown.