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4 If thou, my Father, still be nigh, Cheerful I live, and joyful die; Secure, when mortal comforts flee, To find ten thousand worlds in thee.

408.

C. M.

EPISCOPAL COL.

For Guidance and Protection.

1 God of our fathers! by whose hand
Thy people still are blessed,

Be with us through our pilgrimage,
Conduct us to our rest.

2 Through each perplexing path of life
Our wandering footsteps guide:
Give us each day our daily bread,
And raiment fit provide.

3 O spread thy sheltering wings around,
Till all our wanderings cease,
And at.our Father's loved abode
Our souls arrive in peace.

4 Such blessings from thy gracious hand Our humble prayers implore;

And thou, the Lord, shalt be our God,
And portion evermore.

409.

C. M.

ANONYMOUS.

Aspiration after a holy Life.

1 ALMIGHTY Maker! Lord of all!
Of life the only spring!

Creator of unnumbered worlds!
Supreme, eternal King!

2 Drive from the confines of my heart
Impenitence and pride;
Nor let me, in forbidden paths,
With thoughtless sinners glide.
3 Whate'er thine all-discerning eye
Sees for thy creature fit,
I'll bless the good, and to the ill
Contentedly submit.

4 With generous pleasure let me view The prosperous and the great; Malignant envy let me fly,

And odious self-conceit.

5 Let not despair, nor fell revenge,
Be to my bosom known:
Oh! give me tears for others' woes,
And patience for my own.

6 Feed me with necessary food:
I ask not wealth or fame:
Give me an eye to see thy will,
A heart to bless thy name.

7 May still my days serenely pass,
Without remorse or care;

And growing holiness my soul
For life's last hour prepare.

410.

L. M.

DODDRIDGE.

Living Waters.

1 BLEST Spirit! source of grace divine!
What soul-refreshing streams are thine:
O bring these healing waters nigh,
Or we must droop, and fall, and die.

2 No traveller through desert lands, 'Midst scorching suns and burning sands, More eager longs for cooling rain, Or pants the current to obtain.

3 Our longing souls aloud would sing, Spring up, celestial fountain, spring; To a redundant river flow,

And cheer this thirsty land below.

4 May this blest torrent near my side
Through all the desert gently glide ;
Then, in Emanuel's land above,
Spread to a sea of joy and love.

411.

S. M.

MME. GUION.

The Water of Life.

1 THE fountain in its source,

No drought of summer fears;
The farther it pursues its
The nobler it appears.

course,

2 But shallow cisterns yield

A scanty, short supply;

The morning sees them amply filled,
At evening they are dry.

3 The cisterns I forsake,

O Fount of bliss, for thee;

My thirst with living waters slake,

And drink eternity.

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412.

L. M.

Doddridge.

Subjection to the Father of our Spirits.

1 ETERNAL Source of life and thought,
Be all beneath thyself forgot:

Whilst thee, great Parent-mind, we own,
In prostrate homage round thy throne.

2 Whilst in themselves our souls survey
Of thee some faint reflected ray,

They wondering to their Father rise;
His power how vast! his thoughts how wise!

3 O may we live before thy face,

The willing subjects of thy grace;
And through each path of duty move
With filial awe, and filial love.

413. L. M.

WESLEY'S COL.

The Bread of Life.

1 FATHER, Supply my every need;
Sustain the life thyself hast given;
Oh! grant the never-failing bread,
The manna that comes down from heaven!

2 The gracious fruits of righteousness,
Thy blessings' unexhausted store,

In me abundantly increase,

Nor ever let me hunger more!

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S. M.

PATRICK.

Holy Desires.

1 GOD, who is just and kind,
Will those who err instruct,
And to the paths of righteousness
Their wandering steps conduct.

2 The humble soul he guides,
Teaches the meek his way;
Kindness and truth he shows to all
Who his just laws obey.

3 Give me the tender heart
That mixes fear with love,
And lead me through whatever path
Thy wisdom shall approve.

4 Oh! ever keep my soul

From error, shame and guilt;
Nor suffer the fair hope to fail,
Which on thy truth is built.

415. L. M.

MRS. COTTERILL.

Living to the Glory of God.

10 THOU, who hast at thy command
The hearts of all men in thy hand!
Our wayward, erring hearts incline
To have no other will but thine.

2 Our wishes, our desires, control;
Mould every purpose of the soul;
O'er all may we victorious be

That stands between ourselves and thee.

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