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818.

C. M.
1. God of my life and all my powers,

The everlasting Friend!
Shall life, so favored in its dawn,

Be fruitless in its end ?
2. To Thée, O Lord, my tender years

A trembling duty paid,
With glimpses of the mighty God

Delighted and afraid.
3. From parent's eye, and paths of men,

Thy touch I ran to meet;
It swelled the hymn, and sealed the prayer;

'T was calm, and strange, and sweet! 4. Oft when beneath the work of sin

Trembling and dark I stood,
And felt the edge of eager thought,

And felt the kindling blood ;5. Thy dew came down-my heart was Thine;

It knew nor doubt nor strife;
Cool now, and peaceful as the grave,

And strong to second life.
6. Still will I hope for voice and strength

To glorify Thy name;
Though I must die to all that's mine,
And suffer all

my

shamc.

C. WESLEY.

819.

C. M.
1. O Trou eternal Source of love!

Ruler of nature's scheme!
In Substance One, in Persons Three!

Omniscient and Supreme !
2. For Thy dear mercy's sake receive

The strains and tears we pour,
And purify our hearts to tasto

The sweetness more and more.

3. Our flesh, our reins, our spirits, Lord,

In Thy clear fire refine;
Break down the self-indulgent will ;

Gird us with strength divine.

CASWELL.

820.

C. M.
1. O Trou, from whom all goodness flows,
I lift
my

soul to Thee;
In all my sorrows, conflicts, woes,

O Lord, remember me !
2. If, for Thy sake, upon my name

Reproach and shame shall be,
I'll hail reproach, and welcome shame;

O Lord, remember me !
2. When worn with pain, disease, and grief,

This feeble body see;
Grant patience, rest, and kind relief;

O Lord, remember me !
4. When, in the solemn hour of death,

I wait Thy just decree,
Be this the prayer of my last breath-

O Lord, remember me!
5. And when before Thy throne I stand,

And lift my soul to Thee,
Thou, with the saints at Thy right hand,

O Lord, remember mo!

HAWES.

821.

C.M.
1. Oh Thou, the first, the greatest Friend

Of all the human race !
Whose strong right hand has ever been

Their stay and dwelling-place!
2. Before the mountains heav'd their heads

Beneath Thy forming hand,
Before this ponderous globe itself

Arose at Thy command,

3. That Power, which raised, and still upheld

This universal frame,
From countless, unbeginning time,

Was ever still the same.
4. Those mighty periods of years

Which seem to us so vast,
Appear no more before Thy sight

Than yesterday that's past.
5. Thou giv'st the word; Thy creature man

Is tо'existence brought,
Again Thou say’st, “ Ye sons of men.

Return ye into naught !"
6. Thou layest them, with all their cares,

In everlasting sleep;
As in a flood, Thou tak’st them off,

With overwhelming sweep.
7. They flourish like the morning flower,

In beauty's pride array’d;
But long ere night cut down it lies,

All withered and decayed.

ROBERT BURNS,

822.

C. M.

1. My Father! to Thy mercy-scat

My soul for shelter flies;
'Tis here I find a safe retreat,

When storms and tempest rise.

2. My cheerful hope can never die,

If Thou, my God, art near;
Thy grace can raise my comforts high,
And banish

every

fear.
3. My great Protector and my Lord,

Thy constant aid impart;
And let Thy kind, Thy gracious word

Sustain my trembling heart,

4. O never let my soul remove

From this divine retreat;
Still let me trust Thy power and love,

And dwell beneath Thy feet.

MRS. STEELE.

823.

C. M.
1. Walk in the light! so shalt thou know

That fellowship of love,
His Spirit only can bestow,

Who reigns in light above.
2. Walk in the light! and thou shalt find

Thy heart made truly His,
Who dwells in cloudless light enshrined,

In whom no darkness is.

3. Walk in the light! and thou shalt own

Thy darkness passed away,
Because that Light hath on thee shone

In which is perfect day.
4. Waik in the light! and e’en the tomb

No fearful shade shall wear;
Glory shall chase away its gloom,

For Christ hath conquered there.
5. Walk in the light! thy path shall be

Peaceful, serene, and bright:
For God, by grace, shall dwell in thee,

And God himself is Light.

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BERNARD BARTON.

824.

C. M.

1. LORD! what a wretched land is this,

That yields us no supply,
No cheering fruits, no wholesome trees,

Nor streams of living joy!
2. Yet the dear path to Thine abode

Lies through this weary land;
Lord! we would keep that heavenly road,
And run at Thy command.

3. Our journey is a thorny maze,

But we march upward still ;
Forget these troubles of the ways,

And reach at Zion's hill.
4. See the kind angels at the gates

Inviting us to come!
There Jesus, the forerunner, waits

To welcome travelers home!
5. There, on a green and flowery mount,

Our weary souls shall sit-
And, with transporting joys, recount

The labors of our feet.
6. Eternal glory to the King,

That brought us safely through;
Our tongue shall never ease to sing,

And endless praise renew.

WATTS.

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1. LEt others boast how strong they be,

Nor death nor danger fear;
But we'll confess, O Lord ! to Thee,

What feeble things we are.
2. Fresh as the grass our bodies stand,

And flourish bright and gay;
A blasting wind sweeps o'er the land,

And fades the grass away.
3. Our life contains a thousand springs,

And dies, if one be gone;
Strange! that a barp of thousand strings

Should keep in tune so long.
4. But 't is our God supports our frame-

The God who built us first;
Salvation to th' Almighty Name

That reared us from the dust.

WATTS.

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