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4 Be earth, with all her scenes, withdrawn ; Let noise and vanity be gone: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.

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C. M.

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.

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.

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."

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.

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.

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;
That mercy I adore!

3 In each event of life, how clear

Thy ruling hand I see!

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!

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 O, when gathers on our path
In shade and storm the frequent night,