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4. And, O, when gathers on our path,

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In shade and storm, the frequent night,
Be Thou, long-suffering, slow to wrath,
A burning and a shining light!

L. M.

WALTER SCOTT.

1. O FOR a glance of heavenly day,
To take this stubborn heart away,
And thaw, with beams of love divine,
This heart, this frozen heart of mine.

2. The rocks can rend; the earth can quake;
The seas can roar; the mountains shake:
Of feeling, all things show some sign,
But this unfeeling heart of mine.

3. To hear the sorrows Thou hast felt,
O Lord, an adamant would melt;
But I can read each moving line,
And nothing moves this heart of mine.
4. Thy judgments, too, which devils fear-
Amazing thought!-unmoved I hear;
Goodness and wrath in vain combine
To stir this stupid heart of mine.

5. But Power Divine can do the deed;
And, Lord, that power I greatly need:
Thy Spirit can from dross refine,
And melt and change this heart of mine.

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1. JESUS, whose glory's streaming rays, Though duteous to Thy high command, Not seraphs view with open face,

But vail'd before Thy presence stand ;

2. How shall weak eyes of flesh, weigh'd down With sin, and dim with error's night,

Dare to behold Thy awful throne,

Or view Thy unapproached light?

HART.

3. Thy golden scepter from above

Reach forth; lo! my whole heart I bow;
Say to my soul-"Thou art my love-

My chosen, 'midst ten thousand, thou."
4. O Jesus, full of grace! the sighs
Of a sick heart with pity view;
Hark, how my silence speaks, and cries-
Mercy, Thou God of mercy, show!

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L. M.

J. WESLEY.

1. OH! if my Lord would leave the skies, Drest in the rays of mildest grace, My soul should hasten to my eyes

To meet the pleasures of His face.

2. In vain the tempter's flattering tongue, The world in vain should bid me move, In vain, for I should gaze so long,

'Till I were all transformed to love.

3. Then, mighty God, I'd sing and say,

What empty names are crowns and kings;
Among them give these worlds away-
These little despicable things.

4. I would not ask to climb the sky,
Nor envy angels their abode;

I have a heaven as bright and high,
In the blest vision of my God.

WATTS.

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1. AWAKE, my soul! lift up thine eyes;
See where thy foes against thee rise,
In long array, a numerous host;
Awake, my soul! or thou art lost.

2. See where rebellious passions rage,
And fierce desires and lusts engage;
The meanest foe of all the train

Has thousands and ten thousands slain.

3. Thou treadest on enchanted ground;
Perils and snares beset thee round;
Beware of all, guard every part-
But most the traitor in thy heart,
4. Put on the armor, from above,
Of heavenly truth, and heavenly love,
The terror and the charm repel,

And powers of earth, and powers of hell.

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L. M.

MRS. BARBAULD.

1. THY happy ones a strain begin:

Dost thou not, Lord, glad souls possess?
Thy cheerful Spirit dwells within;

We feel Thee in our joyfulness.

2. Our mirth is not afraid of Thee;
Our life rejoices to be bright;
We would not from our gladness flee,
But give full welcome to delight.

3. Thou wilt not, Lord, our smiles deny :

Dost Thou not deem them of rich worth?
Our cheer flows on beneath Thine eye;
We feel accepted in our mirth.

4. We turn to Thee a smiling face,

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Thou sendest us the smile again;
Our joy, the richness of Thy grace-
Thine own, the cheer of this glad strain.

L. M.

T. H. GILL.

1. SOFT be the gentle breathing notes,
That sing the Saviour's dying love;
Soft as the ev'ning zephyr floats,
Soft as the tuneful lyres above:

2. Soft as the morning dews descend,
While the sweet lark exulting soars,
So soft to your Almighty Friend,
Be ev'ry sigh your bosom pours.

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3. Pure as the sun's enliv'ning ray,
That scatters life and joy abroad;
Pure as the lucid car of day,

That wide proclaims its Maker, God.
4. True as the magnet to the pole,
So true let your contrition be-
So true let all your sorrows roll
To Him, who bled upon

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the tree.

COLLIER.

1. WHEN sins and fears prevailing rise,
And fainting hope almost expires,
Jesus, to Thee I lift mine eyes—
To Thee I breathe my soul's desires.

2. If my immortal Saviour lives,

Then my immortal soul is sure;
His word a firm foundation gives;
Here let me build, and rest secure.
3. Here let my faith unshaken dwell;
Immovable the promise stands;
Nor all the powers of earth or hell

Can e'er dissolve the sacred bands.

4. Here, O my soul, thy trust repose!
If Jesus is forever mine,
Not death itself, that last of foes,
Shall break a union so divine.

MRS. STEELE.

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L. M.

1. I THIRST, but not as once I did,

The vain delights of earth to share;
Thy wounds, Immanuel, all forbid
That I should seek my pleasure there.

2. It was the sight of Thy dear cross,

First weaned my soul from earthly things;

And taught me to esteem as dross

The mirth of fools, and pomp of kings.

3. I want that grace that springs from Thee, That quickens all things where it flows, And makes a wretched thorn like me

Bloom as the myrtle, or the rose.

4. For sure, of all the plants that share The notice of my father's eye,

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None proves less grateful to His care,
Or yields Him meaner fruit than I.

L. M.

1. FOUNTAIN of grace, rich, full, and free,
What need I, that is not in Thee?
Full pardon, strength to meet the day,
And peace which none can take away.

COWPER.

2. Doth sickness fill the heart with fear?
"T is sweet to know that Thou art near;
Am I with dread of justice tried?
'Tis sweet to feel that Christ hath died.

3. In life, Thy promises of aid

Forbid my heart to be afraid;
In death, peace gently vails the eyes;
Christ rose, and I shall surely rise.

4. O, all-sufficient Saviour! be
This all-sufficiency to me;

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Nor pain, nor sin, nor death can harm
The weakest, shielded by Thine arm.

L. M. Peculiar.

1. I Now have found abiding rest,
For which I long was sighing,
Now on my Saviour's faithful breast
My weary head is lying;

This is the place where sin, no more,
And death and hell alarm me;
I now am safe, by Jesus' power,
From all that else would harm me.

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