2 How happy then are they, to whom
The Lord for God is known!

Whom he, from all the world besides,
Has chosen for his own.

3 Our souls on God with patience wait; Our help and shield is he:

Then, Lord, still let our hearts rejoice,
Because we trust in thee.

4 The riches of thy mercy, Lord,
Do thou to us extend;

Since we, for all we want or wish,
On thee alone depend.

325.

C. M.

WATTS.

Love to God.

1 HAPPY the heart where graces reign,
Where love inspires the breast:
Love is the brightest of the train,
And strengthens all the rest.

2 Knowledge-alas! 't is all in vain,
And all in vain our fear;

Our stubborn sins will fight and reign,
If love be absent there.

3 This is the grace that lives and sings,
When faith and hope shall cease;
'Tis this shall strike our joyful strings
In the sweet realms of bliss.

4 Before we quite forsake our clay,
Or leave this dark abode,

The wings of love bear us away
To see our gracious God.

326.

C. M.

RIPPON'S COL.

Holiness to the Lord.

1 HOLY and reverend is the name
Of our eternal King;

Thrice holy Lord, the angels cry ·
Thrice holy, let us sing.

2 Holy is he in all his works,
And truth is his delight;

But sinners and their wicked ways
Shall perish from his sight.

3 The deepest reverence of the mind
Pay, O my soul, to God;

Lift with thy hands a holy heart
To his sublime abode.

4 With sacred awe pronounce his name,
Whom words nor thoughts can reach;
A broken heart shall please him more
Than the best forms of speech.

5 Thou holy God! preserve my soul
From all pollution free;

The pure in heart are thy delight,
And they thy face shall see.

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;
Secure in thine immortal trust,

The soul has hushed her secret strife,
Nor longer shudders at the dust.

3 Though sorrow's cloud awhile o'ercast
The dawn of earthly hope and joy,
She knows that it must soon be past,
And will unveil eternity.

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
service I can pay;
every
And call it my supreme delight
To hear thy dictates, and obey.

2 What is my being but for thee,
Its sure support, its noblest end?
Thy ever-smiling face to see,

And serve the cause of such a friend?

3 Thy work my hoary age shall bless,
When youthful vigor is no more;
And my last hour of life confess
Thy love hath animating power.

271

329.

L. M.

NORTON.

Trust and Submission.

1 My God, I thank thee! may no thought
E'er deem thy chastisements severe;
But may this heart, by sorrow taught,
Calm each wild wish, each idle fear.

2 Thy mercy bids all nature bloom;
The sun shines bright, and man is gay;
Thine equal mercy spreads the gloom,
That darkens o'er his little day.

3 Full many a throb of grief and pain
Thy frail and erring child must know:
But not one prayer is breathed in vain,
Nor does one tear unheeded flow.

4 Thy various messengers employ;
Thy purposes of love fulfil;

And, mid the wreck of human joy,
Let kneeling faith adore thy will.

330. L. M.

WATTS.

Retirement and Meditation.

1 My God, permit me not to be
A stranger to myself and thee:
Amidst a thousand thoughts I rove,
Forgetful of my highest love.

2 Why should my passions mix with earth,
And thus debase my heavenly birth?
Why should I cleave to things below,
And let my God, my Saviour, go?

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 strife and tumult far;

From scenes where sin is waging still
Its most successful war.

2 The calm retreat, the silent shade,
With prayer and praise agree;
And seem by thy sweet bounty made
For those who follow thee.

3 There, if thy spirit touch the soul,
And grace her mean abode,

O with what peace, and joy, and love,
She communes with her God.

4 There, like the nightingale, she pours
Her solitary lays;

Nor asks a witness of her song,
Nor thirsts for human praise.

5 Author and Guardian of my life,
Sweet source of light divine,
And all harmonious names in one,
My Father-thou art mine!