Give me a calm, a thankful heart,

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

And let me live to Thee.

Humble, holy, all-resigned

To Thy will :--Thy will be done. Give me, Lord, the perfect mind

Of Thy well beloved Son.
Counting gain and glory loss,

May I tread the path He trod ;
Die with Jesus on the cross,
Rise with Him, to Thee, my God.

JAMES MONTGOMERY, 1808.

Let the sweet hope that Thou art mine,

My path of life attend; Thy presence through my journey shine, And crown my journey's end.

ANNE STEELE, 1760.

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Tune-"Olivet."

68. & 48.
My faith looks up to Thee,
Thou Lamb of Calvary,

Savior divine !
Now hear me while I pray,
Take all my guilt away,
O let me from this day

Be wholly Thine.
May Thy rich grace impart
Strength to my fainting heart,

My zeal inspire.
As Thou hast died for me,
O may my love to Thee
Pure, warm, and changeless be,

A living fire !
While life's dark maze I tread,
And griefs around me spread,

Be Thou my guide ;
Bid darkness turn to day,
Wipe sorrow's tears away,
Nor let me ever stray

From Thee aside!

Deep in unfathomable mines

Of never-failing skill, He treasures up His bright designs,

And works His sovereign will. Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take;

The clouds ye so much dread Are big with mercy, and shall break

In blessings on your head. Judge not the Lord by feeble sense,

But trust Him for His grace ; Behind a frowning providence

He hides a smiling face.

His purposes will ripen fast,

Unfolding every hour; The bud may have a bitter taste,

But sweet will be the flower.

When ends life's transient dream,
When death's cold, sullen stream

Shall o'er me roll,
Blest Savior I then, in love,
Fear and distrust remove;
() bear me safe above,
A ransomed soul !

RAY PALMER, 1830.

Blind unbelief is sure to err,

And scan His work in vain ; God is His own Interpreter, And He will make it plain.

WILLIAM COWPER, 1772.

L. M. From every stormy wind that blows, From every swelling tide of woes, There is a calm, a sure retreat; 'Tis found beneath the mercy-seat.

Revive our drooping faith,

Our doubts and fears remove, And kindle in our breasts the flame,

Of never-dying love. Convince us of our sin,

Then lead to Jesus' blood, And to our wondering view reveal

The secret love of God.

There is a place where Jesus sheds
The oil of gladness on our heads :-
A place than all beside more sweet;
It is the blood-bought mercy-seat.
There is a scene where spirits blend,
Where friend holds fellowship with

friend;
Though sundered far, by faith they meet
Around one common mercy-seat.
There, there, on eagle wings we soar,
And sense and sin molest no more,
And heaven comes down our souls to

greet,
And glory crowns the mercy-seat.
O let my hand forget her skill,
My tongue be silent, cold, and still,
This throbbing heart forget to beat,
If I forget the mercy-seat.

HUGH STOWELL, 1828.

'Tis Thine to cleanse the heart,

To sanctify the soul, To pour

fresh life in every part, And new-create the whole. Dwell, therefore, in our hearts,

Our minds from bondage free; Then shall we know, and praise and love The Father, Son, and Thee!

JOSEPH HART, 1759.

347

Tune-No. 311. God, we bless Thee that we meet again : Thou hast heard the prayer we brought

Thee, Given the good that we besought Thee; God, we bless Thee that we meet again.

REFRAIN: That we meet, etc.

345

God, we bless Thee that we meet again:
Kind Thy bonds our hearts enchaining,
Gentle all Thy love's constraining;
God, we bless Thee that we meet again.

[REF.
God, we bless Thee that we meet again:
Be Thy praise and our thanksgiving
Sounded out in holy living;
God, we bless Thce that we meet again.

[REF. God, we bless Thee that we meet again: Though we part when ends life's story, O how sweet to sing in GloryGod, we bless Thee that we meet again

[REF. EDWARD A. COLLIER, 1900.

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Tune-"Harwell.” Ss. 13. & 78. Hark! ten thousand harps and voices

Sound the note of praise above; Jesus reigns, and heaven rejoices;

Jesus reigns, the God of love;

And we believe Thy word,

Though dim our faith may be,Whate'er for Thine we do, O Lord, We do it unto Thee.

WILLIAM W. How, 1854.

350 Tune-"Mornington”-No. 140.

S. M. I love Thy kingdom, Lord,

The house of Thine abode ;
The Church our blest Redeemer saved

With His own precious blood.

I love Thy Church, O God !

Her walls before Thee stand, Dear as the apple of Thine eye,

And graven on Thy hand. For her my tears shall fall;

For her my prayers ascend; To her my cares and toils be given

Till toils and cares shall end.

Beyond my highest joy

I prize her heavenly ways,
Her sweet communion, solemn vows,

Her hymns of love and praise.
Jesus, Thou Friend divine,

Our Savior, and our King,
Thy hand from every snare and foe,

Shall great deliverance bring.
Sure as Thy truth shall last,

To Zion shall be given
The brightest glories earth can yield,
And brighter bliss of heaven.

TIMOTHY DWIGHT, 1800.

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