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Hide me, O my Father, hide,
0, receive my soul at last.
Helpless hangs my soul on thee;
With the shadow of thy wing.
Boundless love, through Christ, I find :
163. L. M. Sir Walter Scott.
Imploring the constant Presence of God. 1 When Israel, of the Lord beloved,
Out from the land of bondage came,
An awful Guide in smoke and flame. 2 By day, along th' astonished lands
The cloudy pillar glided slow;
Returned the fiery column's glow.
When brightly shines the prosperous day,
4 And 0, when gathers on our path,
In shade and storm, the frequent night,
164. L. M. Browne.
For the Guidance of the Holy Spirit.
With light and comfort from above;
O’er every thought and step preside. 2 The light of truth to us display,
And make us know and choose thy way;
3 Lead us to holiness, the road
That we must take to dwell with God;
4 Lead us to God, our final rest,
In his enjoyment to be blest;
165. 108 M. Dr. Johnson.
Imploring Divine Light. 1 0 Thou whose power o'er moving worlds presides,
Whose voice created, and whose wisdom guides!
2 'Tis thine alone to calm the pious breast
With silent confidence and holy rest;
1 Thou hidden love of God, whose height,
2 Thy secret voice invites me still
The sweetness of thy yoke to prove ;
3 'Tis mercy all, that thou hast brought
My mind to seek her peace in thee:
4 Is there a thing beneath the sun,
That strives with thee my heart to share ?
167. S. M. FURNESS
“ My Soul thirsteth for God.” 1 HERE in a world of doubt,
A sorrowful abode,
For thee, the living God ! 2 I know thy joys, O Earth,
The sweetness of thy cup;
And trusted in thy hope.
3 But ah, how woes and fears
Those hollow joys succeed !
That hope is but a reed.
4 What have I then below,
Or what but thee on high ?
And in thee live and die !
168. L. M. J. F. OBERLIN.
Clinging to God.
And fix my frail, inconstant heart :
2 Whate'er pursuits my time employ,
3 Thy glorious eye pervadeth space;
Thy presence, Lord, fills every place;
Still shall my spirit cleave to thee. 4 Renouncing every earthly thing,
And safe beneath thy spreading wing, My sweetest thought henceforth shall be, That all I want I find in thee.
169. S. M. Watts.
This joy, to call thee mine;
To taste thy love divine.
No relish can afford;
To serve and please the Lord.
To thee my spirit flies,
My cheerful hope relies.
My soul in safety keeps :
And he supports my steps.
170. L. M. 61. Moravian.
Living to God.
So shall I run and never tire :