5 In darkest caverns of the heart
Wilt thou thy light display,
And to the visual power impart
Thine own eternal day.

388.

C. M.

*DODDRIDGE.

For Freedom from Secret Sin.

1 SEARCHER of hearts! before thy face I all my soul display;

And, conscious of its innate arts
Entreat thy strict survey.

2 If, lurking in its inmost folds,
I any sin conceal,

O, let a ray of light divine
The secret guile reveal.

3 If tinctured with that odious gall
Unknowing I remain,

Let

silver stream,

grace, like a pure
Wash out the hateful stain.

4 If, in these fatal fetters bound,
A wretched slave I lie,

Smite off my chains, and wake my soul
To light and liberty.

5 To humble penitence and prayer
Be gentle pity given;

Speak ample pardon to my heart,
And seal its claim to heaven.

389.

C. M.

C. WESLEY.

For Tenderness of Conscience.

1 I WANT a principle within
Of jealous, godly fear;
A dread and hatred of all sin,
A pain to feel 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 That I from thee no more may part,
No more thy goodness grieve,-
The filial awe, the loving heart,
The tender conscience give.

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

5 If to the right or left I stray,

That moment, Lord, reprove;
And let me mourn, and weep, and
For having grieved thy love.

60! may the least omission pain
My well-instructed soul;

pray,

That I may find that grace again,
Which makes the wounded whole.

390.

C. M.

MONTGOMERY.

For Grateful Submission.

1 ONE prayer I have, all prayers in one,— When I am wholly thine;

Thy will, my God, thy will be done,
And let that will be mine.'

2 All-wise, almighty, and all-good,
In thee I firmly trust;
Thy ways, unknown or understood,
Åre merciful and just.

3 May I remember that to thee
Whate'er I have I owe;

And back in gratitude from me
May all thy bounties flow.

4 Thy gifts are only then enjoyed,
When used as talents lent;
Those talents only well employed,
When in thy service spent.

5 And though thy wisdom takes away,
Shall I arraign thy will?

No, let me bless thy name, and say,
'The Lord is gracious still.'

6 A pilgrim through the earth I roam,
Of nothing long possessed;

And all must fail when I go home,
For this is not my rest.

391.

L. M.

MRS. COTTERILL.

For a Life devoted to God's Glory.
1 0 THOU, who hast at thy command
The hearts of all men in thy hand!
Our wayward, erring hearts incline
To have no other will but thine.

2 Our wishes, our desires, control;
Mould every purpose of the soul;
O'er all may we victorious be

That stands between ourselves and thee.

3 Thrice blest will all our blessings be,
When we can look through them to thee;
When each glad heart its tribute pays
Of love, and gratitude, and praise.

4 And while we to thy glory live,
May we to thee all glory give,
Until the final summons come,
That calls thy willing servants home.

392.

C. M.

COWPER.

For Submission and Divine Guidance.

1 0 LORD! my best desires fulfil,
And help me to resign

Life, health and comfort to thy will,
And make thy pleasure mine.

2 Why should I shrink at thy command,
Whose love forbids my fears?
Or tremble at the gracious hand
That wipes away my tears?

3 No! let me rather freely yield
What most I prize, to thee,
Who never hast a good withheld,
Nor wilt withhold, from me.

4 Thy favor all my journey through
Thou art engaged to grant;
What else I want, or think I do,
'Tis better still to want.

5 Wisdom and mercy guide my way:
Shall I resist them both?

A blind creature of a day,
poor

And crushed before the moth!

6 But. ah! my inmost spirit cries, Still bind me to thy sway;

my

Else, the next cloud that veils skies
Drives all these thoughts away.

393.

C. M.

BEDDOME.

For Resignation.

1 My times of sorrow and of joy,
Great God! are in thy hand;
My choicest comforts come from thee,
And go at thy command.

2 If thou shouldst take them all away,
Yet would I not repine;
Before they were possessed by me,
They were entirely thine.

3 Nor would I drop a murmuring word,
Though the whole world were gone,
But seek enduring happiness
In thee, and thee alone.