2 How happy then are they, to whom Whom he, from all the world besides, 3 Our souls on God with patience wait; Our help and shield is he: Then, Lord, still let our hearts rejoice, 4 The riches of thy mercy, Lord, Since we, for all we want or wish, 325. C. M. WATTS. Love to God. 1 HAPPY the heart where graces reign, 2 Knowledge-alas! 't is all in vain, Our stubborn sins will fight and reign, 3 This is the grace that lives and sings, 4 Before we quite forsake our clay, The wings of love bear us away 326. C. M. RIPPON'S COL. Holiness to the Lord. 1 HOLY and reverend is the name Thrice holy Lord, the angels cry · 2 Holy is he in all his works, But sinners and their wicked ways 3 The deepest reverence of the mind Lift with thy hands a holy heart 4 With sacred awe pronounce his name, 5 Thou holy God! preserve my soul The pure in heart are thy delight, 327. L. M. J. Roscoe. Entire Trust in God. 1 How rich the blessings, O my God, Which teach this grateful heart to glow; How kindly poured, and free bestc wed, The rivers of thy mercy flow! 2 How calmly rolls the sea of life; The soul has hushed her secret strife, 3 Though sorrow's cloud awhile o'ercast 4 Then virtue's humble toil and prayer Shall stand acknowledged at thy throne, Triumphant over earthly care; And the blest record thou wilt own. Το 328. L. M. Service of God. DODDRIDGE. 1 My gracious God, I own thy right 2 What is my being but for thee, And serve the cause of such a friend? 3 Thy work my hoary age shall bless, 271 329. L. M. NORTON. Trust and Submission. 1 My God, I thank thee! may no thought 2 Thy mercy bids all nature bloom; 3 Full many a throb of grief and pain 4 Thy various messengers employ; And, mid the wreck of human joy, 330. L. M. WATTS. Retirement and Meditation. 1 My God, permit me not to be 2 Why should my passions mix with earth, 3 Call me away from flesh and sense: One sovereign word can draw me thence: I would obey the voice divine, And all inferior joys resign. 4 Be earth, with all her scenes, withdrawn, Let noise and vanity be gone: In secret silence of the mind, My heaven, and there my God, I find. 1 FAR from the world, O Lord! I flee, From scenes where sin is waging still 2 The calm retreat, the silent shade, 3 There, if thy spirit touch the soul, O with what peace, and joy, and love, 4 There, like the nightingale, she pours Nor asks a witness of her song, 5 Author and Guardian of my life, |