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496.
S. M.

PATRICK
The Fatherly Love of God.
1 God, who is just and kind,

Will those who err instruct,
And to the paths of righteousness

Their wandering steps conduct.
2 The humble soul he guides,

Teaches the meek his way,
Kindness and truth he shows to all

Who his just laws obey.
3 Give me the tender heart

That mixes fear with love,
And lead me through whatever path

Thy wisdom shall approve.
4 Oh! ever keep my soul

From error, shame and guilt ;
Nor suffer the fair hope to fail,

Which on thy truth is built.

497.

L. M.

J. F. OBERLIN
Clonging to God.
1 O LORD, thy heavenly grace impart,

And fix my frail, inconstant heart:
Henceforth

my chief desire shall be
To dedicate myself to thee.
2 Whate'er pursuits my time employ,

One thought shall fill my soul with joy:
That silent, secret thought shall be,

That all my hopes are fixed on thee.
3 Thy glorious eye pervadeth space;
Thy presence, Lord, fills

every place;
And wheresoe'er my

lot
may

be,
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.

498.
C. M.

WATTS
God our Refuge and Hope.
1 God, my supporter and my hope,

My help forever near ;
Thine arm of mercy held me up,

When sinking in despair.
2 Thy counsels, Lord, shall guide my feet

Through this dark wilderness;
Thine hand conduct me near thy seat,

To dwell before thy face.
3 What if the springs of life were broke,

And flesh and heart should faint ?
God is my soul's eternal rock,

The strength of every saint.
4 Behold the sinners, that remove

Far from thy presence, die ;
Not all the idol gods they love

Can save them when they cry.
5 But to draw near to thee, my

Shall be my sweet employ;
My tongue shall sound thy works abroad,

And tell the world my joy.

God,

499.

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,

Are 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." 500.

L. M.

MONTGOMERY The Soul Returning to God. 1 Return my soul, unto thy rest,

From vain pursuits and maddening cares, From lonely woes that wring thy breast,

The world's allurements, toils and snares. 2 Return unto thy rest, my soul,

From all the wanderings of thy thought; From sickness unto death made whole;

Safe through a thousand perils brought.
3 Then to thy rest, my soul return,

From passions every hour at strife;
Sin's works, and ways, and wages spurn,

Lay hold upon eternal life.
4 God is thy rest; — with heart inclined

To keep his word, that word believe ;
Christ is thy rest ;-- with lowly mind,

His light and easy yoke receive.

501.

C. M.

WATTS.
Invocation of the Divine Spirit.
1 Come, holy Spirit, heavenly Dove,

With all thy quickening powers,
Kindle a flame of sacred love

In these cold hearts of ours.
2 In vain we tune our formal songs,

In vain we strive to rise ;
Hosannas languish on our tongues,

And our devotion dies.
3 Dear Lord ! and shall we ever live

At this poor dying rate ?
Our love so faint, so cold to thee,

And thine to us so great ?
4 Come, holy Spirit, heavenly Dove,

With all thy quickening powers,
Come, shed abroad a Saviour's love,

And that shall kindle ours.

502.

C. M.

BEDDOME
For Inward Truth.
1 Am I an Israelite indeed,

Without a false disguise ?
Have I renounced my sins, and left

My refuges of lies?
2 Say, does my heart unchanged remain,

Or is it formed anew ?
What is the rule by which I walk,

The object I pursue ?
3 Cause me, O God of truth and grace,

My real state to know;
If I am wrong, 0 set me right!
If right, preserve me so !

503.

C. M.

METUDIST COIL
Seeking God.
1 TALK with us, Lord, thyself reveal,

While here o’er earth we rove;
Speak to our hearts, and let us feel

The kindling of thy love.
2 With thee conversing, we forget

All time, and toil, and care;
Labor is rest, and pain is sweet,

If thou, my God, art here.
3 Here, then, my God, vouchsafe to stay,

And bid my heart rejoice;
My bounding heart shall own thy sway,

And echo to thy voice.

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L. M.

Griga
Not Ashamed of Christ.
1 Jesus! and shall it ever be !

A mortal man ashamed of thee;
Ashamed of thee, whom angels praise,

Whose glories shine through endless days 2 Ashamed of Jesus ! just as soon

Let midnight be ashamed of noon;
'Tis midnight with my soul, till he,

Bright morning star, bid darkness flee
3 Ashamed of Jesus! yes I may,

When I've no guilt to wash away,
No tear to wipe - no good to crave,

No fears to quell—- no soul to save.
4 Till then, nor is my boasting vain-

Till then, I boast a Saviour slain;
And oh! may this my glory be,
That Christ is not ashamed of me.

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