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3 Let me no more, in deep complaint,
My leanness, O my leanness! cry; Alone consumed with pining want,
Of all my Father's children 1.
Thy joyous presence shall remove;
The gift divine I ask of thee; The living water now bestow,
Thy Spirit and thyself, ou me. 2 For thou of life the fountain art, None else can give or take away may I find it in my heart, And with me may it ever stay. 3 Thus may I drink,--and thirst no more
For drops of finite happiness; Spring up, O well, in beavenly power,
In streams of pure perennial peace. 828
C. M. Strength renewed by wailing upon the Lord.
ORD, I believe thy every word,
Thy every promise true;
Till I my strength renew.
Awhile show forth thy praise, Jesiis, support the tolt'ring clay,
And lengthen out my days.
The common Saviour's name,
quicken my mortal frame.
4 Still let me live thy blood to show,
Which purges every stain;
A few more years in pain.
1st P. M. 6 lines 88. Christ in
, Whose depth unfathom’d, no man knows: I see from far tly, beauteous light;
Inly I sigh for thy repose :
That strives with thee my heart to share 1
The Lord of every motion there;
No more, but Christ in me, may live;
Nor let one darling lust survive;
To save me from low-thoughied care;
Through all its latent mazes there :
My heart, that lowly waits thy call;
I am thy love, thy God, thy all!
1st P. M. 6 lines 88. An eye single to the glory of God. TEHOLD! the servant of the Lord,
1. wait thy guiding hund to feel; To hear and keep thy every word,
To prove and do thy perfect will:
The meapest of thy creatures, me, The deed, the time, the manner choose;
Let all my fruit be found of thee : Let all my works in thee be wroughtBy thee to full perfection brought. 3 My every weak, though good design,
O'errule or change, as seems thee meet; Jesus, let all my work be thine!
Thy work, o Lord, is all complete, And pleasing in thy Father's sight; Thou only hast done all things right. 4 Here, then, to thee thine own I leave;
Mvuld as thou wilt thy passive clay; But let me all thy stamp receive,
But let me all thy words obey :
Pilgrims and sojourners.
, Are call' his sov'reign will to embrace,
And still their own deny: To follow his command,
Ou earth as pilgrims rove, And seek an undiscover'd land,
And house and friends above.
2 Father, the narrow path
To that far country show;
Enable me to go:
Where'er thou bidd'st me roam,
I reach my heavenly home.
8th P. M. 87, 87, 47.
Bread of heaven,
Whence the healing waters flow;
Bid my anxious fears subside :
Songs of praises
1st P. M. 6 lines 88,
No thought can reach, no tongue declare;
And reign without a rival there :
2 O grant that nothing in my soul
May dwell, but thy pure love alone : O may thy love possess me whole
My joy, my treasure, and my crown: Strange flames far from my heart remove; My every act, word, thought, be love. 3 Unwearied may I this pursue ;
Dauntless to the high prize aspiro;
This holy name, this heavenly fire:
In weakness be thy love my power; And when the stornis of life shall cease,
Jesus, in that important hour,,
C. V. The race for glory.
nervo, And press with vigour on; A heavenly race demands thy zeal,
And an immortal crown. 2 'Tis God's all-animating voice
That calls thee from on high ; 'Tis he wbose hand presents the priso
To thine Aspiring eye. 8 A cloud of witnesses around
Held thee in full survey; Forget the steps already trod,
And onward urge thy way.
Our race bave we begun;
We'll lay our trophies down,