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3 To know the Author of our frame
Is our sublimest skill:
True life t'obey thy will.
And following on pursue, Till visions of eternal day
Fix and complete the view.
898. C. M. DODDRIDGE.
Joy in the Presence of God. Ps. 53. 1 SHINE on our souls, eternal God,
With rays of beauty shine;
And all their round be thine.
Our hands might toil in vain; Small joy success itself could give,
If thou thy love restrain. 3 With thee let every week begin,
With thee each day be spent, For thee each fleeting hour improved,
Since each by thee is lent. 4 Thus cheer us through this desert road,
Till all our labors cease, And Heaven refresh our weary souls With everlasting peace.
L. M. WATTS.
A Sight of God.
And living waters gently roll,
But sin hangs heavy on my soul. 2 Had I a glance of thee, my God,
Kingdoms and men would vanish soon;
As a dim candle dies at noon. 3 Then they might fight, and rage, and rave;
I should perceive the noise no more
While rattling thunders round us roar. 4 Great All in All, eternal King,
Let me but view thy lovely face,
TATE & BRADY.
In trouble and in joy,
My heart and tongue employ. 2 Of his deliverance I will boast,
Till all who are distrest
And charm their griefs to rest.
3 The hosts of God encamp around
The dwellings of the just;
Who on his succor trust.
Experience will decide
Who in his truth confide. 5 Fear him, ye saints; and you will then
Have nothing else to fear:
He'll make your wants his care.
401. C. M.
HEGINBOTHAN. Praising God in all Changes. 1 Father of mercies, God of love,
My Father and my God;
And spread thy praise abroad. 2 In every period of my life
Thy thoughts of love appear;
And crown each lengthening year. 3 In all these mercies may my soul
A father's bounty see;
Estrange my heart from thee.
To own thy hand, my God;
The lessons of thy rod.
5 In every changing state of life,
Each bright, each gloomy scene, Give me a meek and humble mind,
Still equal and serene. 6 Then will I close my eyes in death,
Free from distressing fear; For death itself is life, my God,
If thou art with me there.
402. C. M. TATE & BRADY.
The Soul panting for God. Ps. 42.
When heated in the chase,
And thy refreshing grace.
My thirsty soul doth pine;
Thou majesty divine?
And bursting o'er my head,
A roaring sea is spread.
Has once dispelled this storm,
And all my vows perform. 5 Why restless, why cast down, my soul?
Hope still, and thou shalt sing
Thy health's eternal spring.
403. 7s. M. 61. MONTGOMERY.
The Soul panting for God. Ps. 42. 1 As the hart, with eager looks,
Panteth for the water-brooks,
Lord, shall I to thee draw near ?
God, thy God, shall make thee whole:
404. L. M. CHRISTIAN PSALMIST.
For the continual Help of God. 1 Be with me, Lord, where'er I go;
Teach me what thou wouldst have me do; Suggest whate'er I think or say;
Direct me in thy narrow way.
Lest I in mine own strength confide;
I have my power, my all from thec. 3 Enrich me alway with thy love;
My kind protection ever prove: