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True science is to read thy name,

True life t' obey thy will.
4 For this I long, for this I pray,

And following on pursue,
Till visions of eternal day

Fix and complete the view.
1 My God, permit me not to be

A stranger to myself and thee:
Amidst a thousand thoughts I rove,

Forgetful of my highest love. 2 Why should my passions mix with earth,

And thus debase my heavenly birth?
Why should I cleave to things below,

And let my God, my Savior, go?
3 Call me away from flesh and sense:

One sovereign word can draw me thence: I would obey the voice divine,

And all inferior joys resign. 4 Be earth, with all her scenes, withdrawn;

Let noise and vanity be gone:
In secret silence of the mind,

My heaven, and there my God, I find. 151

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The Mercy of God.
1 LORD, we adore thy wondrous name,

And make that name our trust,
Which raised at first this curious frame

From mean and lifeless dust.

2 Awhile these frail machines endure,

The fabric of a day;
Then know their vital powers no more,

But moulder back to clay.
3 Yet, Lord, whate'er is felt or feared,

This thought is our repose -
That He, by whom this frame was reared,

Its various weakness knows.
4 Thou view'st us with a pitying eye,

While struggling with our load;
In pains and dangers thou art nigh,

Our Father and our God.
5 Gently supported by thy love,

We tend to realms of peace;
Where every pain shall far remove,

And every frailty cease. 152

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1 ETERNAL Spirit! God of truth!

Our contrite hearts inspire ;
Kindle the flame of heavenly love,

And feed the pure desire. 2 'Tis thine to soothe the sorrowing mind,

With guilt and fear oppressed ; 'Tis thine to bid the dying live,

And give the weary rest.
3 Subdue the power of every sin,

Whate'er that sin may be;
That we, with humble, holy heart,

May worship only thee.

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1 FATHER, whate'er of earthly bliss

Thy sovereign will denies,
Accepted at thy throne of grace,

Let this petition rise:
2 “Give me a calm, a thankful heart,

From every murmur free;
The blessings of thy grace impart,

And make me live to thee.
3 “Let the sweet hope that thou art mine,

My life and death attend; Thy presence through my journey shine,

And crown my journey's end."

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God our Refuge. 1 WHEN storms hang o'er the Christian's head

He flies unto his God,
And under his refreshing shade

Finds a secure abode.
2 When foes without, and fears within,

Seek to disturb his peace,
To God he makes his sorrows known,

And straight his sorrows cease. 3 When winds of strong temptation blow,

And floods of trouble roll,
God is the help, and refuge too,

Of his distressed soul.


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God our Support.
1 AND art thou with us, gracious Lord,

To dissipate our fear?
Dost thou proclaim thyself our God,

Our God forever near? 2 Doth thy right hand, which formed the earth,

And bears up all the skies,
Stretch from on high its friendly aid,

When dangers round us rise ?
3 On this support our souls shall lean,

And banish every care ;
The gloomy vale of death will smile,

If God be with us there.
4 While we his gracious succor prove,

'Midst all our various ways, The darkest shades through which we pass

Shall echo with his praise.

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1 WHILE thee I seek, protecting Power,

Be my vain wishes stilled ;
And may this consecrated hour

With better hopes be filled. 2 Thy love the powers of thought bestowed;

To thee my thoughts would soar ;Thy mercy o'er my life has flowed;

I adore ! 3 In each event of life, how clear

Thy ruling hand I see!

That mercy

Each blessing to my soul more dear

Because conferred by thee.
4 In every joy that crowns my days,

In every pain I bear,
My heart shall find delight in praise,

Or seek relief in prayer.
5 When gladness wings my favored hour,

Thy love my thoughts shall fill : Resigned, when storms of sorrow lower,

My soul shall meet thy will. 6 My lifted eye, without a tear,

The gathering storm shall see:
My steadfast heart shall know no fear;

That heart shall rest on thee! 157

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Be with us, Lord.
1 When Israel, of the Lord beloved,

Out from the land of bondage came,
Her fathers' God before her moved,

An awful guide, in smoke and flame. 2 By day, along th' astonished lands

The cloudy pillar glided slow;
By night, Arabia's crimsoned sands

Returned the fiery column's glow.
3 Thus present still, though now unseen,

When brightly shines the prosperous day, Be thoughts of thee a cloudy screen,

To temper the deceitful ray! 4 And 0, when gathers on our path

In shade and storm the frequent night,

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