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And let me through thy Spirit know Contentment and Resignation
To glorify my God below, 1 If solid happiness we prize,
And find my way to heaven. Within our breasts the jewel lies;
HENRY MOORE. Nor need we roam abroad;
Holiness is Everlasting The world has little to bestow;
1 ALL earthly charms, however dear, From pious hearts our joys must flow,
Howe'er they please the eye or ear, Hearts that delight in God. :
Will quickly fade and fly;
And soon the transitory rays
Shall never moulder in the dust,
Or know a sad decay: 525
Their honors time and death defy, True Wisdom
And round the throne of heaven on high 1 Be it my only wisdom here
Beam everlasting day. To serve thic Lord with filial fear, 527
C. WESLEY. With loving gratitude; .
Now is the Day of Salvation. Superior sense may I display,
1 O God! my inmost soul convert, By shunning every cvil way,
And deeply on my thoughtful heart And walking in the good.
Eternal things impress : 2 0:1, may I still from sin depart! Give me to feel their solemn weight, A wise and understanding heart, And save me ere it be too late; Father, to me be given!
Wake me to righteousness.
14 We wait in faith, we wait in prayer, Importance of Religion.
Till that blest day shall shine, 1 RELIGION is the chief concern
When earth shall fruits of Eden bear, Of mortals here below;
And all, O God, be thine! May I its great importance learn, 5 Oh, guide us till our night is done! Its sovereign virtue know.
Until, from shore to shore, 2 More needful this than glittering wealth,l Thou, Lord, our everlasting sun, Or aught the world bestows;
Art shining evermore! Not reputation, food, or health
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The Pure Heart. 3 Religion should our thoughts engage 1 WHATEVER dims thy sense of truth, Amidst our youthful bloom;
Or stains thy purity, 'T will fit us for declining age
Though light as breath of summer air,
From every blemish free,
Its temple makes with thee. 529
ANON. 3 And pray of God, that grace be given The Morning
To tread time's narrow way:1 WE wait in faith, in prayer we wait, How dark soever it may be, Until the happy hour
It leads to cloudless day.
Spirit of Peace.
How excellent thy praise! Till he shall come earth's gloom to chase, How rich the gift of Christian love With healing on his wings.
Thy gracious power displays! 3 And even now, amid the gray, 2 Sweet as the dew on hill and flower, The east is brightening fast,
That silently distils, And kindling to that perfect day, At evening's soft and balmy hour, Which never shall be past.
On Zion's fruitful hills.
14 From dark temptation's power
Our feeble hearts defend:
And guide us to the end. 15 Thine, then, forever be
Glory and power divine;
Of heaven and earth are thine.
The Use of present Oportunities. 1 CHILDREN of light, awake!
At Jesus' call arise,
His toil, his victories. 2 Ye must not idly stand,
His sacred voice who hear;
The holy standard rear. 3 Naught doth the idle world afford,
But toil must be the price;
Then toil for paradise ? 4 Awake, ye sons of light!
Strive till the prize be won;
The day comes brightening on.
C. WESLEY. All Things in Christ. 1 THE soul, by faith reclined
On the Redeemer's breast,
An everlasting rest.
Whene'er thy face appears;
And dries the widow's tears. 3 It hallows every cross,
It sweetly comforts me;
And lose myself in thee. 4 Jesus, to whom I fly,
Will all my wishes fill;
I have the fountain still.
I find them all in one,-
And heaven, in Christ, begun.
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And stretch out our hands to thee; The Soul panting for God.
Guide us,– save us,— and prepare 1 As the hart, with eager looks,
Our appointed mansion there!
11 YE who think the truth ye sow When, oh, when with filial fear,
Lost beneath the winter's snow, Lord, shall I to thee draw near?
Doubt not time's unerring law
God, thy God, shall make thee whole: God in nature ye can trust,
Is the God of mind less just ?
2 Workers on the barren soil, And his countenance benign
Yours may seem a thankless toil; Be the saving health of thine.
Sick at heart with hope deferred, 536
Listen to the cheering word;
Now the faithful sower grieves;
Soon he'll bind his golden sheaves. 1 LEAD us with thy gentle sway, As a willing child is led;
538 Speed us on our forward way,
Consecration. · As a pilgrim, Lord, is sped, 1 Now, O God, thine own I am! Who with prayers and helps divine
I Now I give thee back thine own: Seeks a consecrated shrine.
Freedom, friends, and health and fame, 2 We are pilgrims, and our goal
1 Consecrate to thee alone: Is that distant land whose bourne Thine I live-thrice happy I! Is the haven of the soul;
Happy still if thine I die. Where the mourners cease to mourn, 2 Take me, Lord, and all my powers; Where the Saviour's hand will dry
Tame my mind, and heart, and will; Every tear from every eye.
All my goods and all my hours, 3 Lead us thither! thou dost know
All I know, and all I feel, All the way; but wanderers we All I think, or speak, or do, Often miss our path below,
Take my soul and make it new!
By thine all-sufficient merit,
Every burdened soul release; 1 Love divine, all love excelling,
Every weary, wandering spirit
Guide into thy perfect peace.
J. G. BARTHOLOMEW. Father! thou art all compassion,
1 Is it true that angels hear us,
When we sing our songs of praise?
That bright wings are waving near us, 2 Breathe, oh, breathe, thy loving spirit
When to heaven our thoughts we raise? Into every troubled breast;
Is it true that when we're praying Let us all in thee inherit,
Radiant forms are bending near? Let us find thy promised rest.
That they know what we are saying, Come, almighty to deliver,
And our every word can hear?
Never more thy temples leave!" From our Father's home above, 540
To return with our petitions,
And our songs of praise and love? 1 Light of those whose dreary dwelling
Can we doubt since that bright legion Borders on the shades of death!
Came rejoicing to the earth,
Leaving the celestial region
To announce the Saviour's birth? Thou, of heaven and earth Creator!
3 And if men have heard their chorus, In our deepest darkness rise;
On the earth in days of old,
May they not be bending o'er us,
With their crowns and harps of gold? 2 Still we wait for thine appearing; Let us listen to their singing, Life and joy thy beams impart,
For it is of heavenly love; . Chasing all our fears, and cheering And the very air is ringing Every meek, benighted heart.
With their praise of God above.