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NATHER, whate'er of earthly bliss

Thy sovereign will denies,
Accepted at thy throne of grace,

Let this petition rise :-
“Give me a calm, a thankful heart,

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

And make me live to thee.
" Let the sweet hope that I am thine,

My life and death attend; Thy presence through my journey shine,

And crown my journey's end.”

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ALAS, What hourly dangers rise !

snares beset
To heav'n O let me lift my eyes,

And hourly watch and pray!
How oft my mournful thoughts complain,

And melt in flowing tears !
My weak resistance, ah, how vain !

How strong my foes and fears !
O gracious God, in whom I live,

My feeble efforts aid; Help me to watch, and pray, and strive,

, Though trembling and afraid. Increase my faith, increase my hope,

When foes and fears prevail; And bear my fainting spirit up,

Or soon my strength will fail.

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Whene'er temptations fright my heart,

Or lure my feet aside,
My God, thy pow'rful aid impart,

My guardian and my guide.
O keep me in thy heav'nly way,

And bid the tempter flee;
And let me never, never stray

From happiness and thee! 98

ESUS, seek thy wand'ring sheep;

Bring me back, and lead, and keep; Take on thee my every care; Bear me, on thy bosom bear : Let me know my Shepherd's voice, More and more in thee rejoice; More and more of thee receive; Ever in thy Spirit live ;Live, till all thy life I know, Perfect like my Lord below; Gladly then from earth remove, Gather'd to the fold above. O that I at last

may

stand
With the sheep at thy right hand;
Take the crown so freely given,
Enter in by thee to heaven !

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HOU gracious God, and kind

O cast our sins away;
Nor call our former guilt to mind
Thy justice to display.

THOU

Thy tend'rest mercies shew,

Thy richest grace prepare,
Ere yet, with guilty fears laid low,

We perish in despair.
Save us from guilt and shame,

Thy glory to display;
And, for the great Redeemer's name,

Wash all our sins away.
So we thy flock, thy choice,

The people of thy love,
Shall in thy care, through life, rejoice,

But praise thee best above.

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ORD, I believe a rest remains,

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To all thy people known,
A rest where pure enjoyment reigns,

And Thou art loved alone :
A rest, where all our soul's desire

Is fix'd on things above;
Where fear, and sin, and grief expire,

Cast out by perfect love.
O that I now that rest might know,

Believe, and enter in !
Now, Saviour, now the power bestow,

And let me cease from sin !
Remove this hardness from

my heart, This unbelief remove: To me the rest of faith impart,

The sabbath of thy love!

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thee,

Give me true simplicity;
Seeking more of thee to know;
Wean', and kept from things below.
Let me freely cast aside
All that feeds my boastful pride;
Always willingly submit;
Meekly learning at thy feet.
Father, I would rest on thee,
Lowly as a child should be;
Seeing only in thy light;
Walking only in thy might.
Let

my treasure be thy love,
Let the Cross my glory prove;
In thy presence while I stay,

None can take my hope away. 102

Y God, my Father, while I stray

Far from my home, on life's rough way, O teach me from my heart to say,

Thy will be done!
If thou should'st call me to resign
What most I prize, it ne'er was mine;
I only yield thee what was thine;

Thy will be done!
E’en if again I ne'er should see
The friend more dear than life to me,
Ere long we both shall be with thee;

Thy will be done!

My

,

Should pining sickness waste away
My life in premature decay,
My Father, still I strive to say,

Thy will be done!
If but my fainting heart be blest
With thy sweet Spirit for its guest,
My God, to thee I leave the rest;

Thy will be done!
Renew my will from day to day;
Blend it with thine, and take away
All that now makes it hard to say,

Thy will be done!
Then, when on earth I breathe no more
The
prayer

oft mix'd with tears before, I'll sing upon a happier shore,

Thy will be done!

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CHO follows Christ whate'er betide,

Is worthy of a soldier's name; Is he thy way, thy light, thy guide,

'Tis meet thou also bear his shame : Who shrinks from dark Gethsemane, Shall Tabor's glories never see. What profits it that Christ hath deign'd

To wear our mortal nature thus,
If we ourselves have ne'er attain'd

That God reveal himself in us ?
The pure and virgin soul alone
He chooseth for his earthly throne.