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LORD, thy heavenly grace impart,
And fix


frail inconstant heart; Henceforth


chief desire shall be,
To dedicate myself to thee;

To thee, my God, to thee.
Whate'er pursuits my time employ,
One thought shall fill my soul with joy,
That silent, secret thought shall be,
That all my hopes are fix'd on thee;

On thee, my God, on thee.
Thy glorious eye pervadeth space;
Thou’rt present, Lord, in every place;
And wheresoe'er


Still shall my spirit cleave to thee;

To thee, my God, to thee.
Renouncing every worldly thing,
Safe 'neath the covert of thy wing,
My sweetest thought henceforth shall be
That all I want, I find in thee;

In thee, my God, in thee. 23

JHINE eye, Lord God, alone can see

may be,

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The mystery of iniquity
Hid in the hollow of man's heart.
Myself unto myself reveal,
Light let me see in thy pure light;

of unbelief unseal, Change doubt to faith, and faith to sight.

By inward vision to discern
The misery of my low estate,
And from that sad disclosure learn
Life's hardest lesson, ere too late :-
Life's hardest lesson, but its best!
The source of all my ills to trace
Through the dark windings of my breast,
Or in the world's deceitful face.
How long, how far on pilgrimage
To Zion have I feign'd to go,
Yet went astray at every stage,
Snared or smit down by every foe!
Oh, let that narrow path be mine,
Which, level as the morning-ray,
Like it, shall upward tend, and shine,
From earth’s faint dawn to heaven's full day.

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GRANT me, Lord, myself to see;

Against myself to watch and pray; How weak am I, when left by thee;

How frail, how apt to fall away! If but a moment thou withdraw, That moment sees me break thy law. Saviour, the sinner's only trust,

To thee with trembling hope I call ;
O raise the feeble from the dust,

And let me never, never fall :
Let not thy grace be given in vain,
Nor let me turn to sin again.


The pure and watchful mind bestow,

That trembles at the thought of sin ; Let me thy full salvation know,

O thou who didst the work begin; Preserve me, lest I go astray,

And prove at length a castaway. 25

VEARY of struggling with my pain,

Hopeless to burst this sinful chain, At length I give the contest o'er, And seek to free myself no more. From my own works at last I cease, God, who creates, must seal my peace ; Fruitless my toil, and vain my care, Unless thy sovereign grace I share. Lord, I despair myself to heal, I see my sin, but cannot feel ; I cannot, till thy Spirit blow, And bid the obedient waters flow. 'Tis thine a heart of flesh to give, Thy gifts I only can receive; Here then to thee I all resign, To draw, redeem, and seal, is thine. With simple truth to thee I call, My light, my life, my Lord, my all: I wait the moving of the pool, I wait the word that speaks me whole. Speak, gracious Lord, my sickness cure, Make


infected nature pure; Peace, righteousness, and joy impart, And pour thyself into my heart.


NE there is above all others,

Oh, how he loves !
His is love beyond a brother's,

Oh, how he loves !
Earthly friends may fail and leave thee,
This day soothe, the next day grieve thee,
But this friend will ne'er deceive thee,

Oh, how he loves !
Love this friend who died to save thee,

Oh, how he loves !
Dost thou love? he will not leave thee,

Oh, how he loves !
Think no more, then, of to-morrow,
Take his easy yoke and follow,
Jesus carries all thy sorrow,

Oh, how he loves !
All thy sins shall be forgiven,

Oh, how he loves !
Backward shall thy foes be driven,

Oh, how he loves !
Best of blessings he'll provide thee,
Nought but good shall e'er betide thee,
Safe to glory he will guide thee,

Oh, how he loves !

NHERE is a fountain fill'd with blood,


And sinners plunged beneath that flood

Lose all their guilty stains.

For thou art in their midst to teach,

When on thy name they call : And thou hast blessings, Lord, for each,

Hast blessings, Lord, for all.
I, of such fellowship bereft,

In spirit turn to thee;
Oh! hast thou not a blessing left,

A blessing, Lord, for me?
The dew lies thick upon the ground,

Shall my poor fleece be dry ?
The manna rains from heaven around;

Shall I of hunger die ?

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Behold thy prisoner ;-loose my bands,

If 'tis thy gracious will;
If not, contented in thy hands,

Behold thy prisoner still !
I may not to thy courts repair,

Yet here thou surely art;
Lord, consecrate a house of prayer

In my surrender'd heart.
To faith reveal the things unseen;

To hope the joys untold;
Let love, without a veil between,

Thy glory now behold.
O make thy face on me to shine,

That doubt and fear may cease ;
Lift up thy countenance benign

On me,—and give me peace.

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