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2 Let heaven-eyed prudence be my guide; And when I go astray,

Recall my feet from folly's path,
To wisdom's better way.

3 Teach me in every various scene
To keep my end in sight;
And while I tread life's mazy track,
Let wisdom guide me right.

4 That heavenly wisdom from above
Abundantly impart;

And let it guard, and guide, and warm,
And penetrate my heart;

5 Till it shall lead me to thyself,
Fountain of bliss and love!

And all my darkness be dispersed
In endless light above.

279.

L. M.

WESLEY'S COL.

Christian Wisdom.

1 HAPPY the man, who finds the grace,
The blessing of God's chosen race,
The wisdom coming from above,
The faith that sweetly works by love.
2 Wisdom divine! who tells the price
Of wisdom's costly merchandise?
Wisdom to silver we prefer,

And gold is dross, compared to her.

3 Her hands are filled with length of days,
True riches, and immortal praise;
Riches of Christ, on all bestowed,
And honour that descends from God.

4 To purest joys she all invites,
Chaste, holy, innocent delights:
Her ways are ways of pleasantness,
And all her flowery paths are peace.
5 Happy the man who wisdom gains;
Thrice happy, who his guest retains,
He owns, and shall for ever own
Wisdom, and Christ, and Heaven are one.

280. C. M. SCOTCH PARAPHRASES.
The Ways of Wisdom

10 HAPPY is the man who hears
Instruction's faithful voice;

And who, celestial wisdom makes
His early, only choice!

2 Wisdom has treasures greater far
Than east or west unfold;

And her rewards more precious are
Than is the gain of gold.

3 In her right hand she holds to view
A length of happy years;
And in her left, the prize of fame
And honour bright appears.

4 She guides the young, with innocence,
In pleasure's path to tread ;

A crown of glory she bestows
Upon the hoary head.

5 According as her labours rise,
So her rewards increase;

Her ways are ways of pleasantness,
And all her paths are peace.

281. L. M.

HENRY MOORE.

Wisdom and Virtue sought from God.

1 SUPREME and universal light!
Fountain of reason! judge of right!
Parent of good! whose blessings flow
On all above, and all below:

2 Assist us, Lord! to act, to be,
What nature and thy laws decree;
Worthy that intellectual flame,
Which from thy breathing spirit came.

3 Our moral freedom to maintain,
Bid passion serve, and reason reign,
Self-poised and independent still
On this world's varying good or ill.

4 No slave to profit, shame, or fear,
O may our steadfast bosoms bear
The stamp of heaven, an upright heart,
Above the mean disguise of art!
5 May our expanded souls disclaim
The narrow view, the selfish aim;
But with a christian zeal embrace
Whate'er is friendly to our race.
60 Father! grace and virtue grant;
No more we wish, no more we want:
To know, to serve thee, and to love,
Is peace below,-is bliss above.

282.

S. M.

C. WESLEY.

Watching, Prayer, and Perseverance

1 A CHARGE to keep I have,
A God to glorify;

A never-dying soul to save,
And fit it for the sky;
To serve the present age,
My calling to fulfil :

O may it all my powers engage
To do my Master's will!

2 Arm me with jealous care,
As in thy sight to live;

And, O! thy servant, Lord, prepare
The strict account to give:

Help me to watch and pray,
And on thyself rely:
Assured, if I my trust betray,
I shall forsaken die.

283. C. M. C. WESLEY,

Watchfulness.

1 I WANT a principle within Of jealous, godly fear;

A sensibility of sin,

A pain to find it near.

2 I want the first approach to feel
Of pride, or fond desire;

To catch the wandering of my will,
And quench the kindling fire.

3 From thee that I no more may part,
No more thy goodness grieve,
The filial awe, the fleshly heart,
The tender conscience give.

4 Quick as the apple of an eye,
O God, my conscience make!
Awake my soul, when sin is nigh,
And keep it still awake.

284.

S. M. WESLEY'S COL

For Christian Principles.

1 MY GOD, my strength, my hope,
On thee I cast my care,

With humble confidence look up,
And know thou hear'st my prayer.
Give me on thee to wait,
Till I can all things do;
On thee, almighty to create,
Almighty to renew.

2 I want a sober mind,
A self renouncing will,
That tramples down and casts behind
The baits of pleasing ill;

A soul inured to pain,

To hardship, grief and loss,
Bold to take up, firm to sustain

The consecrated cross.

3 I want a godly fear,

A quick discerning eye,

That looks to thee when sin is near,
And sees the tempter fly;

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