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SAVIOUR, may we never rest,
Till thou art form'd within,

Till thou hast calm'd our troubled breast,

And crush'd the power of sin!

O may we gaze upon thy cross,
Until the wondrous sight

Makes earthly treasures seem but dross,
And earthly sorrows light!

Until released from carnal ties,
Our spirit upward springs,
And sees true peace above the skies,
True joy in heavenly things.

There, as we gaze, may we become

United, Lord, to thee,

And in a fairer, happier home,


Thy perfect beauty see.

ISE, my soul, and stretch thy wings;

Thy better portion trace:

Rise from transitory things,

Towards heaven thy native place.
Sun and moon and stars decay;
Time shall soon this earth remove;
Rise, my soul, and haste away
To seats prepared above.

Rivers to the ocean run,

Nor stay in all their course:
Fire ascending seeks the sun:
Both speed them to their source.
So, a soul that's born of God
Pants to view his glorious face;
Upwards tends to his abode,
To rest in his embrace.

Cease, ye pilgrims, cease to mourn,
Press onward to the prize;
Soon your Saviour will return
Triumphant in the skies:
Yet a season, and we know,
Happy entrance will be given;
All our sorrows left below,


And earth exchanged for heaven.


LL scenes alike engaging prove

To souls impress'd with sacred love; Where'er they dwell, they dwell with Thee, In heaven, in earth, or on the sea.

To me remains nor place nor time;
My country is in every clime;
I can be calm, and free from care,
On any shore, since God is there.

While place we seek, or place we shun,
The soul finds happiness in none;
But with my God to guide my way,
'Tis equal joy to go or stay.

Could I be cast where Thou art not,
That were, indeed, a dreadful lot:
But regions none remote I call,
Secure of finding God in all.

Then let me to his throne repair,
And never be a stranger there;
Then love divine shall be my guard,
And peace and safety my reward.



[OW oft the world's alluring smile
Has tempted only to beguile!
It promis'd health-in one short hour
Perish'd the fair but tender flower:
It promis'd riches-in a day

They made them wings and fled away:
It promis'd friends-all sought their own,
And left my aching heart alone.

Lord! with the barren service spent,
To thee my suppliant knee I bent,
And found in thee a Father's grace,
His hand, his heart, his faithfulness,
The voice of peace, the smile of love,
The bread that feeds the saints above;
And tasted in this world of woe
A joy its children never know.


In life's uncertain path I stand;
Saviour divine, diffuse thy light
To guide my doubtful footsteps right!
Engage this roving, treach'rous heart
To fix on Mary's better part:
To scorn the trifles of a day,
For joys that none can take away!

Then let the wildest storms arise;
Let tempests mingle earth and skies;
No fatal shipwreck shall I fear;
But all my treasure with me bear.


If thou, my Saviour, still be nigh,
Cheerful I live, and joyful die;
Secure, when mortal comforts flee,
To find ten thousand worlds in thee!

BJECT of my first desire,


All to happiness aspire,
Only to be found in thee;

Thee to praise, and thee to know,
Constitute our bliss below;

Thee to see, and thee to love,
Constitute our bliss above.

Lord, it is not life to live
If thy presence thou deny;
Lord, if thou thy presence give,
'Tis no longer death to die.
Source and Giver of repose,
Singly from thy smile it flows;
Peace and happiness are thine,
Mine they are, if thou art mine.

While I feel thy love to me,
Every object teems with joy;
Here, O may I walk with thee,
Then into thy presence die.
Let me but thyself possess,
Total sum of happiness;
Real bliss I then shall prove,

Heaven below and heaven above.


ABIDE with me, fast falls the eventide;

The darkness thickens: Lord, with me

When other helpers fail, and comforts flee,
Help of the helpless, O abide with me.

Swift to its close ebbs out life's little day;
Earth's joys grow dim, its glories pass away;
Change and decay in all around I see:
O thou who changest not, abide with me.

Not a brief glance I beg, a passing word,
But as thou dwell'st with thy disciples, Lord,
Familiar, condescending, patient, free,
Come not to sojourn, but abide with me.

Come not in terrors, as the King of kings,
But kind and good, with healing in thy

Tears for all woes, a heart for every plea; Come, Friend of sinners, thus abide with me.

I need thy presence every passing hour; What but thy grace can foil the tempter's power?

Who like thyself my guide and stay can be?
Through cloud and sunshine, O abide with me.

I fear no foe, with thee at hand to bless :
Ills have no weight, and tears no bitterness.
Where is death's sting? where, grave, thy vic-

I triumph still, if Thou abide with me.

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