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2 When, harassed by ten thousand foes,

Our helplessness we feel,
O, give the weary soul repose,

The wounded spirit heal.
3 When dire temptations gather round,

And threaten or allure,
By storm or calm, in thee be found

A refuge strong and sure.
4 When age advances, may we grow

In faith, and hope, and love, And walk in holiness below

To holiness above.
5 When earthly joys and cares depart,

Desire and envy cease,
Be thou the portion of our heart;

In thee may we have peace.

155. C. M. H. WARE, JR.

Invoking God's Aid.
1 Father in heaven, to thee my heart

Would lift itself in prayer ;
Drive from my soul each earthly thought,

And show thy presence there.

2 Each moment of my life renews

The mercies of my Lord;
Each moment is itself a gift

To bear me on to God.

3 O, help me break the galling chains

This world has round me thrown;
Each passion of my heart subdue,

Each darling sin disown.

4 O Father, kindle in my breast

A never-dying flame
Of holy love, of grateful trust

In thine almighty name.

156.

C. M. H. M. Williams.
Habitual Devotion.

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!

157. S. M. EPISCOPAL Col.

The Soul seeking Rest.
1 O, CEASE, my wandering soul,

On restless wing to roam ;
All this wide world, to either pole,

Has not for thee a home.

2 Behold the ark of God;

Behold the open door ;
O, haste to gain that dear abode,

And rove, my soul, no more.

3 There, safe thou shalt abide ;

There, sweet shall be thy rest,
And every longing satisfied,

With full salvation blest.

BOWRING.

158. L. M. 61. Bowring.

Help thou my Unbelief. 1 IF, listening, as I listen still,

O God, to thine instructive word,
In spite of all my spirit's will,
Some whispering voice of doubt is heard, -
That voice spontaneous from the soul,
Which nought can check and nought control;

2 If, when most earnestly I pray

For light, for aid, for strength, from thee,
Some struggling thoughts will force their way,
And break my soul's serenity ; -
If reason, thy best gift, will hold
The sceptre only half controlled ; -

3 Help, and forgive! Heaven's alphabet

Hath many a word of mystery ;
I read not all thy record yet,
Though perseveringly I try;
But teach me, Lord, and none shall be
More prompt, more pleased, to learn of thee.

FURNESS.

159. 7 M. Furness.

The Soul.
1 What is this that stirs within,

Loving goodness, hating sin,
Always craving to be blest,

Finding here below no rest?
2 Nought that charms the ear or eye

Can its hunger satisfy;
Active, restless, it would pierce

Through the outward universe.
3 What is it? and whither, whence?

This , unsleeping, secret sense,
Longing for its rest and food

In some hidden, untried good ?
4 'Tis the soul ! mysterious name!

Him it seeks from whom it came;
It would, mighty God, like thee,
Holy, holy, holy be.

160. C. M. T. MOORE.

Heaven desired.
1 The dove let loose in eastern skies,

Returning fondly home,
Ne'er stoops to earth her wing, nor flies
Where idle warblers roam ; —

2 But high she shoots through air and light,

Above all low delay, Where nothing earthly bounds her flight,

Nor shadow dims her way. 3 So grant me, Lord, from every snare

Of sinful passion free, Aloft, through faith’s serener air, 1 To urge my course to thee; — 4 No sin to cloud, no lure to stay

My soul, as home she springs, Thy sunshine on her joyful way,

Thy freedom on her wings.

161. L. M. 61. C. Wesley.

For the Influences of the Spirit.
1 I want the spirit of power within,

Of love, and of a healthful mind -
Of power to conquer every sin;
Of love to God and all mankind;
Of health, that pain and death defies,
Most vigorous when the body dies.
2 O that the Comforter would come!

Nor visit as a transient guest,
But fix in me his constant home,
And keep possession of my breast,
And make my soul his loved abode,
The temple of indwelling God!

WESLEYAN.

God a Refuge.
1 Father, Refuge of my soul,

Let me to thy bosom fly,
While the nearer waters roll,
While the tempest still is high.

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