3 From thee that I no more may part,
No more thy goodness grieve,
The filial awe, the fleshly heart,
The tender conscience give.

4 Quick as the apple of an eye,
O God, my conscience make!
Awake my soul, when sin is nigh,
And keep it still awake.

284.

S. M.

WESLEY'S COL.

For Christian Principles.

1 My God, my strength, my hope,
On thee I cast my care,

With humble confidence look up,
And know thou hear'st my prayer.
Give me on thee to wait,
Till I can all things do;
On thee, almighty to create,
Almighty to renew.

2 I want a sober mind,
A self-renouncing will,

That tramples down and casts behind The baits of pleasing ill;

A soul inured to pain,

To hardship, grief and loss, Bold to take up, firm to sustain

The consecrated cross.

3 I want a godly fear,

A quick discerning eye,

That looks to thee when sin is near,
And sees the tempter fly;

A spirit still prepared,

And armed with jealous care, Forever standing on its guard, And watching unto prayer.

4 I want a true regard,
A single, steady aim,

Unmoved by threatening or reward,
To thee and thy great name;
A zealous, just concern
For thine immortal praise;
A pure desire that all may learn,
And glorify thy grace.

5 I rest upon thy word;
The promise is for me:

My succor and salvation, Lord,
Shall surely come from thee:
But let me still abide,

Nor from my hope remove,
Till thou my patient spirit guide
Into thy perfect love.

285.

C. M.

DODDRIDGE.

Christian Watchfulness.

1 AWAKE, my drowsy soul, awake,
And view the threatening scene:
Legions of foes encamp around,
And treachery lurks within.

2 'Tis not this mortal life alone
These enemies assail;

How canst thou hope for future bliss,
If their attempts prevail?

3 Then to the work of God awake-
Behold thy Master near-
The various, arduous task pursue
With vigor, and with fear.

4 The awful register goes on,

The account will surely come; And opening day, or closing night May bear me to my doom.

5 Tremendous thought! how deep it strikes; Yet like a dream it flies,

Till God's own voice the slumbers chase From these deluded eyes.

1

Christian Activity and Watchfulness.

YE servants of the Lord,

Each in his office wait,

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! 't is 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 servant he,

In such a posture found!

He shall his Lord with rapture see,
And be with honor crowned.

287.

C. P. M.

HENRY MOORE.

The Charms of Virtue imperishable.

1 ALL earthly charms, however dear,
Howe'er they please the eye or ear,
Will quickly fade and fly;
Of earthly glory faint the blaze,
And soon the transitory rays
In endless darkness die.

2 The nobler beauties of the just
Shall never moulder in the dust,
Or know a sad decay;
Their honors time and death defy,
And round the throne of heaven on high
Beam everlasting day.

288.

C. M.

J. NEWTON.

Trust of the Wicked and Righteous compared.

1 As parched in the barren sands,
Beneath a burning sky,

The worthless bramble withering stands,
And only grows to die:

2 Such is the sinner's awful case,
Who makes the world his trust,
And dares his confidence to place
In vanity and dust.

3 A secret curse destroys his root,
And dries his moisture up;
He lives awhile, but bears no fruit,
Then dies without a hope.

4 But happy he whose hopes depend Upon the Lord alone;

The soul that trusts in such a friend

Can ne'er be overthrown.

5 So thrives and blooms the tree, whose roots
By constant streams are fed :
Arrayed in green, and rich in fruits,
It rears its branching head.

6 It thrives, though rain should be denied,
And drought around prevail;

'Tis planted by a river side, Whose waters cannot fail.

289.

L. M.

SIR HENRY WOTTON.

An independent and happy Life.

1 How happy is he born or taught,
Who serveth not another's will;
Whose armor is his honest thought,
And simple truth his highest skill:

2 Whose passions not his masters are;
Whose soul is still prepared for death;
Not tied unto the world with care
Of prince's ear or vulgar breath:
3 Who God doth late and early pray
More of his grace than goods to lend,
And walks with man, from day to day,
As with a brother and a friend.

4 This man is freed from servile bands
Of hope to rise, or fear to fall;
Lord of himself, though not of lands,
And having nothing, yet hath all.