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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.
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.



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


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.

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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.


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.

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

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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.


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.


. 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;

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