2 Enrich me always with thy love;
My kind protection ever prove;
Thy signet put upon my breast,
And let thy spirit on me rest.
3 Assist and teach me how to pray;
Incline my nature to obey;
What thou abhorr'st that let me flee,
And only love what pleases thee.
4 0 may I never do my will,
But thine, and only thine, fulfil;
Let all my time and all my ways
Be spent and ended to thy praise.
Prayer for the Christian Temper.
1 ALMIGHTY MAKER! Lord of all!
Of life the only spring!
Creator of unnumbered worlds!
Supreme, Eternal King!
2 Drive from the confines of my heart
Impenitence and pride;
Nor let me, in forbidden paths,
With thoughtless sinners glide.
3 Let not despair nor fell revenge
Be to my bosom known:
Oh! give me tears for others' woes,
And patience for my own.
4 Feed me with necessary food;
I ask not wealth or fame;
Give me an eye to see thy will,
A heart to bless thy name.
5 May still my days serenely pass,
Without remorse or care;
And growing holiness my soul
For life's last hour prepare.
1 THE thing my God doth hate
That I no more may do,
Thy creature, Lord, again create,
And all my soul renew:
My soul shall then, like thine,
Abhor the thing unclean,
And, sanctified by love divine,
Forever cease from sin.
2 That blessed law of thine,
Father, to me impart;
The Spirit's law of life divine,
O write it in my heart!
Implant it deep within,
Whence it may ne'er remove,
The law of liberty from sin,
The perfect law of love.
3 Thy nature be my law,
Thy spotless sanctity,
And sweetly every moment draw
My happy soul to thee.
Soul of my soul remain !
Who didst for all fulfil,
In me, O Lord, fulfil again
My heavenly Father's will.
"Thy Kingdom Come."
1 FATHER of me and all mankind,
And all the hosts above,
Let every understanding mind
Unite to praise thy love.
2 Thy kingdom come, with power and grace every heart of man;
Thy peace, and joy, and righteousness,
In all our bosoms reign.
3 The righteousness that never ends,
But makes an end of sin;
The joy that human thought transcends,
Into our souls bring in.
4 The kingdom of established peace,
Which can no more remove;
The perfect powers of godliness,
Th' omnipotence of love.
1 MY GOD, permit my tongue
This joy, to call thee mine;
And let my early cries prevail"
To taste thy love divine.
2 My thirsty, fainting soul
Thy mercy does implore;
Not travellers in desert lands
Can pant for water more.
3 For life, without thy love,
No relish can afford;
No joy can be compared to this,
To serve and please the Lord.
4 Since thou hast been my help,
To thee my spirit flies,
And on thy watchful providence
My cheerful hope relies.
"O God, my soul thirsteth for thee.'
1 0 GOD! thou art my God alone;
Early to thee my soul shall cry,
A pilgrim in a land unknown,
A thirsty land, whose springs are dry.
2 Yet through this rough and thorny maze,
I follow hard on thee, my God;
Thine hand unseen upholds my ways;
I lean upon thy staff and rod.
3 Thee, in the watches of the night,
When I remember on my bed,
Thy presence makes the darkness light;
Thy guardian wings are round my head.
4 Better than life itself thy love,
Dearer than all beside to me;
For whom have I in heaven above,
Or what on earth, compared with thee?
1 SHINE forth, Eternal Source of light!
And make thy glories known;
Fill our enlarged, adoring sight
With lustre all thine own.
? Vain are the charms, and faint the rays
The brightest creatures boast;
And all their grandeur and their praise
Is in thy presence lost.
3 To know the Author of our frame
Is our sublimest skill;
True science is to read thy name,
True life to obey thy will.
4 For this I long, for this I
And following on pursue,
Till visions of eternal day
Fix and complete the view.
1 THE Lord my pasture shall prepare,
And feed me with a shepherd's care;
His presence shall my wants supply,
And guard me with a watchful eye;
My noonday walks he shall attend,
And all my midnight hours defend.
2 When in the sultry glebe I faint,
Or on the thirsty mountains pant,
To fertile vales and dewy meads
My weary, wandering steps he leads,
Where peaceful rivers, soft and slow,
Amid the verdant landscape flow.
3 Though in the paths of death I tread,
With gloomy horrors overspread,
My steadfast heart shall fear no ill,
For thou, O Lord, art with me still.
Thy friendly staff shall give me aid,
And guide me through the dreadful shade.
4 Though, in a bare and rugged way,
Through devious, lonely wilds I stray,
Thy bounty shall my pains beguile,-
The barren wilderness shall smile,
With sudden greens and herbage crowned,
And streams shall murmur all around.
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