TIE

Psalm

112th M. 592SCHEFFLER. Translated by J. WESLEY. iMHEE will I love, my strength, my tower;

Thee will I love, my joy, my crown;
Thee will I love, with all my power,
In all Thy works, and Tbee alone;
Thee will I love, till the pure fire

Fills my whole soul with chaste desire. 2 I thank Thee, uncreated Sun,

That Thy bright beams on me have shined;
I thank Thee, who hast overthrown
My foes, and healed my wounded mind;
I thank Thee, whose enlivening voice

Bids my freed heart in Thee rejoice. 3 Uphold me in the doubtful race,

Nor suffer me again to stray;
Strengthen my feet with steady pace
Still to press forward in Thy way;
My soul and flesh, O Lord of might,

Fill, satiate, with Thy heavenly light. 4 Give to mine eyes refreshing tears ;

Give to my heart chaste, hallowed fires;
Give to my soul, with filial fears,
The love that all heaven's host inspires ;
That all my powers, with all their might,

In Thy sole glory may unite.
5 Thee will I love, my joy, my crown;

Thee will I love, my Lord, my God;
Thee will I love, beneath Thy frown
Or smile,-Thy seeptre or Thy rod :
What though my flesh and heart decay,

Thee shall I love in endless day.
593
Heb. xi. 24-26. C. M.

WATTS. 1 WHEN in the light of faith divine

We look ,
Honour, and gold, and sensual joy,

How vain and dangerous too!

2 God is mine all-sufficient good,

My portion and my choice;
In Him my vast desires are fillid,

And all my powers rejoice.
3 In vain the world accosts my ear,

And tempts my heart anew;
I cannot buy your bliss so dear,

Nor part with heaven for you.

594

Y

Luke xii. 36. S. M. DODDRIDGE. E servants of the Lord,

1

Observant of His heavenly word,

And watchful at His gate.
2 Let all your lamps be bright,

And trim the golden flame;
Gird up your loins, as in His sight,

For awful is His name.
3 Watch ;—'tis your Lord's command;

And while we speak, He's near. Mark the first signal of His hand,

And ready all appear. 4 O happy scrvant he,

In such a posture found !
He shall his Lord with rapture see,

And be with honour crowned.
5 Christ shall the banquet spread

With His own royal hand,
And raise that favourite servant's head

Amidst the angelic band.

Isaiah xxxviii. 18, 19. L. M. WATTS. 1 WAKE, my zeal, awake, my love,

To serve my Saviour, here below, In works which perfect saints above And holy angels

cannot do.

595 А

2 Subdue thy passions, O my soul,

Maintain the fight, thy work pursue,
Daily thy rising sins control,

And be thy victories ever new.
3 The land of triumph lies on high,

There are no foes to encounter there ;
Lord, I would conquer till I die,

And finish all the glorious war. 4 Let every flying hour confess

I gain Thy gospel fresh renown;
And when my life and labours cease,
May I possess the promised crown.

596 Heb. xii. 1, 2. C. M. DODDRIDGE 1 A

WAKE, my soul, stretch every nerve, A heavenly race demands thy zeal,

And an immortal crown.
2 A cloud of witnesses around

Hold thee in full survey ;
Forget the steps already trod,

And onward urge thy way.
3 'Tis God's all-animating voice,

That calls thee from on high :
'Tis His own hand presents the prize

To thine aspiring eye;
4 That prize with peerless glories bright,

Which shall new lustre boast,
When victors' wreaths and monarchs' gems

Shall blend in common dust.
5 Blest Saviour, introduced by Thee,

Have I my race begun;
And, crowned with victory, at Thy feet

I'll lay my honours down.

597 Levit. vil. 35.

A

S. M. C. WESLEY. 1 CHARGE to keep I have,

A God to glorify;
A never-dying soul to save,

And fit it for the sky:
2 To serve the present age,

My calling to fulfil;
O may it all my powers ongage,

To do my Master's will.
3 Arm me with jealous care,

As in Thy sight to live;
And O! Thy servant, Lord, prepare,

A strict account to give.
4 Help me to watch and pray,

And on Thyself rely ; Assured, if I my trust betray,

I shall for ever die.

L. M.

598 O ?

1 Thess. v. 6. ISRAEL, to thy tents repair:

Thy Lord commands thee to beware ;

For many foes thy camp surround.
2 The trumpet gives a martial strain;

O Israel, gird thee for the fight.
Arise, the combat to maintain;

Arise, and put thy foes to flight. 3 O sleep not thou as others do :

Awake, be vigilant, be brave.
The coward, and the sluggard too,

Must wear the fetters of the slave. 4 A nobler lot is cast for thee,

A crown awaits thee in the skies;
With such a hope, shall Israel flee,
And yield, through weariness, the prize ?

5 No, though a careless world repose

In fatal slumbers through life's day,
Israel, prepared for victory goes,
And bears the glorious prize away.

HIS LOVE AND ZEAL, 599

Levit. vi. 13. L. M. C. WESLEY. 1 0

THOU who camest from above,

The pure celestial fire to impart, Kindle a flame of sacred love

On the mean altar of my heart. 2 There let it, for Thy glory, burn,

With inextinguishable blaze;
And, trembling, to its source return,

In humble prayer and fervent praise. 3 Jesus, confirm my heart's desire

To work, and speak, and think for Thee;
Still let me guard the holy fire,

And still stir up Thy gift in me. 4 Ready for all Thy perfect will,

My acts of faith and love repeat,
Till death Thine endless mercies seal,
And make the sacrifice complete.

600 1 Thess, V. 6.

MY

. 6. C. M. WATTS 1 drowsy powers, why sleep ye so?

Awake, my sluggish soul;
Nothing has half thy work to do,

Yet nothing's half so dull.
2 We, for whose sake all nature stands,

And stars their courses move;
We, for whose guard the angel bands

Come flying from above;