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C. WESLEY
The Simplicity of Christ.
1 LORD! that I may learn of thee,

Give me true simplicity;
Wean my soul, and keep it low,

Willing thee alone to know.
2 Of my boasted wisdom spoiled,

Docile, helpless as a child;
Only seeing in thy light,

Only walking in thy might.
3 Then infuse the living grace,

Truthful soul of righteousness;
Knowledge, love divine, impart,-
Life eternal to my

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NEWTON
Docility and Trust.
1 Quiet, Lord, my froward heart,

Make me teachable and mild;
Upright, simple, free from art,

Make me as a weanéd child;
From distrust and envy free,

Pleased with all that pleaseth thee.
2 What thou shalt to-day provide,

Let me as a child receive;
What to-morrow may betide,

Calmly to thy wisdom leave:
'T is enough that thou wilt care ;

Why should I the burden bear ?
3 As a little child relies

On a care beyond his own;
Knows he's neither strong nor wise

Fears to stir a step alone;
Let me thus with thee abide,
As my Father, Guard, and Guide.

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BEARD'S COLL.
God's Care our Comfort.
1 Oh! sweet it is to know, to feel,

In all our gloom, our wanderings here,
No.night of sorrow can conceal

Man from thy notice, from thy care.
2 When disciplined by long distress,

And led through paths of fear and woe,
Say, dost thou love thy children less ?

No! ever-gracious Father, no!
3 No distance can outreach thine

eye, No night obscure thy endless day: Be this my comfort when I sigh,

Be this my safeguard when I stray.

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M. MEGUION
"he Water of Life.
1 The fountain in its source

No drought of summer fears ;
The farther it

pursues

its course,
The nobler it appears.
2 But shallow cisterns yield

A scanty, short supply;
The morning sees them amply filled,

At evening they are dry.
3 The cisterns I forsake,

O fount of bliss, for thee!
My thirst with living waters slake,

And drink eternity 509

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RIPPON'S COLL
Peace with God.
1 FATHER! whate'er of earthly bliss

Thy sovereign will denies,
Accepted at thy throne of grace,

Let this petition rise :-

2 “Give me a calm, a thankful heart

From every murmur free;
The blessings of thy grace impart,

And make me live to thee.
3 “ Let the sweet hope that thou art mine

My life and death attend;
Thy presence through my journey shine,

And crown my journey's end." 510.

S. M. CHRISTIAN PSALMIST.
The Way of God with the Spirit.
1 'Tis God the spirit leads

In paths before unknown:
The work to be performed is ours;

The strength is all his own.
2 Assisted by his grace,

We still pursue our way;
And hope at last to reach the prize,

Secure in endless day.
3 'Tis he that works to will;

"T is he that works to do;
His is the power by which we act,

His be the glory too. 511.

L. M. 61. CHRISTIAN PSALM

Foretaste of Heaven.
1 What must it be to dwell above,

At God's right hand, where Jesus reigns
Since the sweet earnest of his love

O'erwhelms us on these earthly plains !
No heart can think, no tongue explain,

What bliss it is with Christ to reign.
2 When sin no more obstructs our sight,

When sorrow pains our hearts no more,
How shall we view the Prince of Light
And all his works of grace explore !

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What heights and depths of love divine
Will there through endless ages

shine! 3 This is the heaven I long to know;

For this, with patience, I would wait,
Till, weaned from earth, and all below,

I mount to my celestial seat,
And wave my palm, and wear my crown,
And, with the elders, cast them down.

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DODDRIDGE
Jesus precious to them that believe.
1 Jesus, I love thy charming name;

'Tis music to my ear;
Fain would I sound it out so loud

That earth and heaven might hear.
2 Whate'er

my

noblest
In thee doth richly meet;
No light unto my eyes so dear,

No friendship half so sweet.
3 Thy grace shall dwell upon my heart,

Ånd shed its fragrance there,
The noblest balm of all its wounds,

The cordial of its care.
4 I 'll speak the honors of thy name

With my expiring breath,
And, dying, clasp thee in my arms,

The antidote of death.

WATTS.

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The Hope of Heaven. 1 WHEN I

my

title clear
To mansions in the skies,
I bid farewell to every fear,
And wipe my weeping eyes.

2 Let cares like a wild deluge come,

And storms of sorrow fall,
May I but safely reach my home,

My God, my heaven, my all !
3 There shall I bathe

my weary soul
In seas of heavenly rest,
And not a wave of trouble roll

Across my peaceful breast.

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LIFE, DEATH AND FUTURITY. 514. C. M.

WATTS
From everlasting to everlasting, thou art God "
1 OUR God, our help in ages past,

Our hope for years to come,
Our shelter from the stormy blast.

And our eternal home;
2 Before the hills in order stood,

Or earth received her frame,
From everlasting thou art God,

To endless years the same.
3 A thousand ages, in thy sight,

Are like an evening gone;
Short as the watch that ends the night

Before the rising sun.
4 Time, like an ever-rolling stream,

Bears all its sons away;
They fly forgotten, as a dream
Dies at the opening day.

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