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4 Author and Guardian of my life,
Sweet Source of light divine,
My Saviour,-thou art mine!
A boundless, endless store,
When time shall be no more.
I humbly seek thy face;
To ask thy pard'ning grace.
The busy world exclude;
And groan to be renew d.
I solemnly retire;
And grant my heart's desire.
And know my sins forgiven;
As angeis do in ben ven.
Sees through the darkest night;
With heart-discerning sight.
My faithful homage paid,
And every evening's shade.
30 may thine own celestial fire
The incense still infiame,
Through my Redeemer's Name. 4 So shall the visits of thy love
My soul in secret bless;
Thy suppliant to confess. 647
From every cumb'ring care,
In humble, grateful prayer. 9 I love in solitude to shed
The penitential tear,
Where none but God can hear. 3 I love to think on mercies past,
And future good implore,-
On Him whom I adore.
Of brighter scenes in heaven;
While here by tempests driven. 5 Thus, when life's toilsome day is o'er,
May its departing ray
And lead to endless day. 648
Self-examination. 0 THOU, great God, whose piercing eyo
Distinctly marks each deep recess; In t'nese sequester'd hours draw nigh,
And with thy presence fill the place.
2 Through all the mazes of my heart,
My search let heavenly wisdom guide; And still its radiant beains impart,
Till all be search'd and purified.
Do thou mine inmost spirit cheer;
That God has fix'd his dwelling here.
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And I'am left alone with thee :
My sin and misery declare;
Look on thy hands, and read it there :
I never will unloose my hold :
The secret of thy love unfold :
1st P. M. 6 lines 88. Continued. When I am weak, then am I strong.
Thy new, unutterable name?
To know it now resolved I am:
2 What though my shrinking flesh com
plain, And murmur to contend so long! I rise superior to my pain :
When I am weak, then I am strong! And when my all of strength shall fail, I shall with the God-man prevail.
1st P. M. 6 lines 8. Continued.- Victorious prayer. YIELD. to me now, for I am weak, But confident in self-despair;
Speak to my heart, in blessings speak;
Be conquer'd by my instant prayer: Speak, or thou never hence shalt move, And tell me if thy name be Love. 2 'Tis Love! 'tis Love! thou diedet for me;
I hear thy whisper in my heart; The morning breaks, the shadows flee;
Pure, universal Love thou art : To me, to all, thy bowels move,Thy nature and thy name is Love. 8 My prayer hath power with God; the
I see thee face to face, and live!
Jesus, the feeble sinner's Friend :
But stay and love me to the end : Thy mercies never shall remove; Thy nature and thy name is Love.
1st P. M. 6 lines 8s. Concluded.-Thy name is Love. THE Sun of Righteousness on me
wings : Wither'd my nature's strength, from theo
My soul its life and succour brings :
I halt, till life's short journey end ;
On thee alone for strength depend :
Hell, earth, and sin, with ease o'ercome;
And, as a bounding hårt, fly home,