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2 If he my Father be,
His pity he will show;
And inward peace bestow.
'Tis but my faith to try;
And softens every sigh.
Nor once indulge despair;
As his compassions are.
360. L. M. MORAVIAN.
Hoping for Grace.
To thee, her source, my spirit flies;
O let thy presence set me free!
Of thy enlivening power implore;
My foot stand firm, from wandering free. 3 One only care my soul should know,
Father, all thy commands to do:
361. L. M. 61. Bp. HEBER.
Seeking Refuge. 1 Forth from the dark and stormy sky,
Lord, to thine altar's shade we fly; Forth from the world, its hope and fear, Father, we seek thy shelter here: Weary and weak, thy grace we pray:
Turn not, O Lord ! thy guests away! 2 Long have we roamed in want and pain,
Long have we sought thy rest in vain;
362. C. M.
MONTGOMERY. Preparation of the Heart. 1 LORD, teach us how to pray aright,
With reverence and with fear : Though dust and ashes in thy sight,
We may, we must draw near. 2 Burdened with guilt, convinced of sin,
In weakness, want, and woe, Fightings without, and fears within,
Lord, whither shall we go?
With broken, contrite hearts;
4 Give deep humility ;-the sense
Of godly sorrow give ;-
To hear thy voice and live ;5 Patience, to watch, and wait, and weep,
Though mercy long delay; Courage, our fainting souls to keep,
And trust thee, though thou slay. 6 Give these,-and then thy will be done;
Thus strengthened with all might, We, by thy Spirit and thy Son,
Shall pray, and pray aright.
363. L. M. DODDRIDGE.
Communing with our Hearts. 1 Return, my roving heart, return,
And chase these shadowy forms no more; Seek out some solitude to mourn,
And thy forsaken God implore.
Retired and silent, seek them there;
True strength to break temptation's snare. 3 And thou, my God, whose piercing eye
Distinct surveys each deep recess,
And with thy presence fill the place. 4 Through all the mazes of my heart,
My search let heavenly wisdom guide;
5 Then, with the visits of thy love,
Vouchsafe my inmost soul to cheer;
364. L. M.
MONTGOMERY. The Soul returning to God. 1 RETURN, my soul, unto thy rest,
From vain pursuits and maddening cares; From lonely woes that wring thy breast,
The world's allurements, toils and snares. 2 Return unto thy rest, my soul,
From all the wanderings of thy thought;
Safe through a thousand perils brought. 3 Then to thy rest, my soul, return,
From passions every hour at strife;
Lay hold upon eternal life.
To keep his word, that word believe;
365. S. M. TATE & BRADY.
Pardoning Mercy of God. Ps. 130. 1 My soul with patience waits
For thee, the living Lord ;
Thy never failing word.
2 My longing eyes look out
For thine enlivening ray,
To spy the dawning day. 3 In thee I trust, my God;
No bounds thy mercy knows; The plenteous source and spring from which
Eternal succor flows :
Supplies in want convey;
And wash our guilt away.
C. M. DODDRIDGE.
The Voice of Divine Pardon.
Pronounce the words of peace,
To celebrate the grace.
And speak my sins forgiven;
All like the harps of heaven.
The darkest path I'll tread; Cheerful I'll quit these mortal shores,
And mingle with the dead.
No other fears we know;
Shall crowns of life bestow.