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.

489.

C. M.

ANONYMOUB.
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.

490.

S. M. METHODIST COLL

For Holiness.
1 The thing my God doth hate

That I no more inay 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.

491.

C. M.

WBALSY'S COLL
“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
To every heart of man;
Thy peace, and joy, and righteousness,

In all our bosoms reign.
3 The righteousness that never endis,

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.

492.
S. M.

WATTA.
Seeking God.
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.

493.

L. M.

MONTUOMEDY,
"O God, my soul thirsteth for thee.'
10 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 ?

494.

C. M.

DODDRIDGE.
The Knowledge of God.
1 Shine forth, Eternal Source of light!

And make thy glories known;
Fill our enlarged, adoring sight

With lustre all thine own.
2 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 pray,

And following on pursue,
Till visions of eternal day

Fix and complete the view.

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L. M. 61.

ADDISON. God our Shepherd. 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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