471.

2. My Saviour bids me come,
Ah! why do I delay ?

He calls the weary sinner home,.
And yet from Him I stay!

3. What worldly tie must break?
What idol yet depart,

Which will not let the Saviour take
heart?

Possession of: my

4. Jesus, the hind'rance show
Which I have feared to see;
And let me now consent to know
What keeps me back from Thee.

5. Oh! break the fatal chain,

And all my bonds remove;

Nor let one bosom-sin remain,

To keep me from Thy love. C. WESLEY.

S. M.

1. WHERE, O my soul, O where
Thy image shall I view ?

In the light cloud that melts in air,
Or in the early dew.

2. This hour, with flowing tears,
My follies I bewail:

The next, my heart a waste appears,
Where all the fountains fail.

3. To-day, her glimmering light
Hope kindles in my breast;
The morrow, with despair's black night,

Has all my soul oppressed.

4. O my unsteadfast mind,

Tossed between good and ill!

While brutes, with instinct sure, though blind,
Their Maker's law fulfill.

472.

5. O wavering, wretched state,
Of hope by fear subdued!

On Thee, O Lord, for help I wait—
Fix, fix my soul in good.

C. M.

1. COME, Holy Spirit, Heavenly Dove,
With all thy quickening powers,
Kindle a flame of sacred love

In these cold hearts of ours.

2. Look! how we grovel here below,
Fond of these trifling toys!
Our souls can neither fly nor go
To reach eternal joys.

3. In vain we tune our formal songs;
In vain we strive to rise;
Hosannas languish on our tongues,
And our devotion dies.

4. Dear Lord, and shall we ever live
At this poor, dying rate-
Our love so faint, so cold to Thee,
And Thine to us so great?

T. SCOTT.

5. Come, Holy Spirit, Heavenly Dove,
With all Thy quickening powers,
Come, shed abroad a Saviour's love,
And that shall kindle ours.

S. M.

1. LIKE sheep we went astray,
And broke the fold of God;
Each wandering in a different way,
But all the downward road.

2. How dreadful was the hour,

When God our wanderings laid,

And did at once His vengeance pour
Upon the Shepherd's head!"

WATTS.

473.

474.

3. How glorious was the grace,

When Christ sustained the stroke!
His life and blood the Shepherd pays,
A ransom for the flock.

4. But God shall raise His head
O'er all the sons of men,

And make Him see a numerous seed,

To recompense His pain.

C. M.

WATTS.

1. My Father, God! how sweet the sound,
How tender and how dear!

Not all the melody of heaven
Could so delight the ear.

2. Come, sacred Spirit, seal the name
On my expanding heart,

And show, that in Jehovah's
I share a filial part.

3. Cheered by a signal so divine,
Unwavering I believe;

grace

My spirit Abba, Father, cries,
Nor can the sign deceive.

C. M.

DODDRIDGE.

1. SPEAK with us, Lord; Thyself reveal,
While here on earth we rove;
Speak to our hearts, and let us feel
The kindlings of Thy love.

2. With Thee conversing, we forget
All toil, and time, and care;
Labor is rest, and pain is sweet,
If Thou art present there.

3. Here then, my God, be pleased to stay,
And bid my heart rejoice;

My bounding heart shall own Thy sway,
And echo to Thy voice.

475.

4. Thou callest me to seek Thy face;
Thy face, O God, I seek,
Attend the whispers of Thy grace,
And hear Thee inly speak.

1. In time of tribulation,

Hear, Lord, my feeble cries;
With humble supplication
To Thee my spirit flies:

2. My heart with grief is breaking;
Scarce can my voice complain:
Mine eyes, with tears kept waking,
Still watch and weep in vain.

3. The days of old, in vision,
Bring vanished bliss to view:
The years of lost fruition

Their joys in pangs renew:

C. WESLEY.

4. Remembered songs of gladness,
Through night's lone silence brought,
Strike notes of deeper sadness,

And stir desponding thought.

MONTGOMERY.

477.

7s & 6s.

1. HATH God cast off forever?
Can time His truth impair?
His tender mercy, never
Shall I presume to share?

2. Hath He his loving kindness
Shut up in endless wrath?
No: this is mine own blindness,
That can not see His path.

3. I call to recollection

The years of His right hand;
And, strong in His protection,
Again through faith I stand.

478.

4. Thy deeds, O Lord, are wonder,
Holy are all Thy ways;

The secret place of thunder
Shall utter forth Thy praise.

7s & 6s.

MONTGOMERY,

479.

1. THEE with the tribes assembled,
O God! the billows saw;

They saw Thee, and they trembled,
Turned, and stood still, with awe:

2. The clouds shot hail, they lightened;
The earth reeled to and fro;
The fiery pillar brightened
The gulf of gloom below.

3. Thy way is in great waters,
Thy footsteps are not known:
Let Adam's sons and daughters
Confide in Thee alone.

4. Through the wild sea Thou leddest
Thy chosen flock of yore:

Still on the waves Thou treadest,
And Thy redeemed pass o'er.

L. M.

MONTGOMERY.

1. I LEFT the God of truth and light,
I left the God who gave me breath,
To wander in the wilds of night,

And perish in the snares of death.
2. I dream'd of bliss in pleasure's bowers,
While pillowing roses stayed my head
But serpents hiss'd among the flowers:
I 'woke, and thorns were all my bed.

3. In riches when I sought for joy,

And placed in sordid gains my trust,
I found that gold was all alloy,
And worldly treasures fleeting dust.