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2 Still may I cleave to thee,
And never more depart;
Over my evil heart.
Of sojourning beneath,
And render up my breath. 4 In humble love and fear,
Thine image to regain,
And rise with thee to reign!
Hyınn 262. S. M.
IPatch ye, therefore, and pray always. Luke
With all the power of prayer. 2 Go to his temple, go;
Nor from his altar more;
And every heart bis love. 3 To God your spirits dart,
Your souls in words declare;
4 His mercy now implore,
And now show forth his praise;
Hymn 263. S. M.
tions, prayers, intercessions, and giring of
And bow them with your knees;
And pray for Zion's peace.
For ever on your mind;
And grasp in all mankind.
Wrestle, and fight, and pray:
And win the well-fought day. 4 Still let the Spirit cry,
In all his soldiers," come;"
Hymn 264. P. M.
It shall bruise thy head Gen. iii. 15.
, , Pray always and not faints
With the word a power convey,
To utter our complaint:
Till we from sin are fully freed;
And bruise the serpent's head ! 2 We have now begun to cry,
And we will never end,
And grasp the sinner's Friend:
With thee importunately plead;
And bruise the serpent's head! 3 Speak the word, and we shall be
Froro all our bands releas'd;
By Satan long oppressid:
Arise the woman's conqu’ring Seed!
And bruise the serpent's head! 4 To destroy his work of sin,
Thyself in us reveal; Manifest thyself within
Our flesh, and fully dwell With us, in us, here below;
Enter and diake us free indeed; O avenge us of our foc,
And bruise the serpent's bead ! 5 Stronger than the strong man, thou
His fury canst control;
Cast him out by entering now,
And keep our ransom'd soul:: Satau's kingdom overthrow,
On all the powers of darkness tread: O avenge us of our foe,
And bruise' the serpent's head!" 6 Come, O come, all-glorious Lord!
No longer now delay;
The crooked serpent slay!
Root out and kill the corrupt seed:
Hymn 265. S. M.
Against spiritual wickedness in high places.
Eph. vi. 12.
Who still in streugth excel; Your secret, sworn, eternal foes,
But shall believers fy?
And all their powers defy? 3 Jesu's tremendous name,
Puis all our foes to flight;
Shall quell the powers of night.
4 Our Captaio loads us on;
He beckons from the skies,
1 Thess. .v. 23.
JHelp my soulS'infirmity?
Grant the supplicating grace ;
Give me power to seek thy face. 2 Hear a fecble șinner groan,
Burden'd with a heart of stone;
Give me will and power to pray. 3 Help a poor and needy soul,
Make the wilderness a pool;
Bless me with a flood of love. 4 For thy mercy's sake alone
Let the miracle be done :
Hymn 267. C. M.
lieve that ye receive their. Mark xi. 24. 1 THY
My heart shall be tby 'throne;