2 Save us, in the prosp'rous hour,
From the flatt'ring tempter's power;
From his unsuspected wiles,-
From the world's pernicious smiles.
3 Save us from the great and wise,
Till they sink in their own eyes,
Tamely to thy yoke submit,
Lay their honour at thy feet.
4 Never let the world break in;
Fix a mighty gulf between;
Keep us little and unknown,
Prized and loved by God alone.
5 Let us still to thee look up,—
Thee, thy Israel's strength and hope;
Nothing know, or seek, beside
Jesus, and him crucified.
For lowliness and purity.
JESUS, in whom the Godhead's rays
Beam forth with mildest majesty;
I see thee full of truth and grace,
And come for all I want to thee.
2 Save me from pride,-the plague expel;
Jesus, thine humble self impart:
O let thy mind within me dwell;
O give me lowliness of heart.
3 Enter thyself, and cast out sin;
Thy spotless purity bestow:
Touch me, and make the leper clean;
Wash me, and I am white as snow.
4 Sprinkle me, Saviour, with thy blood,
And all thy gentleness is mine;
And plunge me in the purple flood,
Till all I am is lost in thine.
For constant devotedness.
ORD, fill me with an humble fear;
My utter helplessness reveal;
Satan and sin are always near,-
Thee may I always nearer feel.
2 O that to thee my constant mind
Might with an even flame aspire;
Pride in its earliest motions find,
And mark the risings of desire.
30 that my tender soul might fly
The first abhorr'd approach of ill;
Quick as the apple of an eye,
The slightest touch of sin to feel. 4 Till thou anew my soul create,
Still may I strive, and watch, and pray; Humbly and confidently wait,
And long to see the perfect day.
For the fulness of God's.
JEHOVAH, God the Father, bless,
And thine own work defend;
With mercy's outstretch'd arms embrace, And keep us to the end.
Preserve the creatures of thy love
By providential care:
Conducted to the realms above,
To sing thy goodness there.
2 Jehovah, God the Son, reveal
The brightness of thy face;
And all thy pardon'd people fill
With plenitude of grace.
Shine forth with all the Deity,
Which dwells in thee alone;
And lift us up thy face to see,
On thy eternal throne.
3 Jehovah, God the Spirit, shine,
Father and Son to show:
With bliss ineffable, divine,
Our ravish'd hearts o'erflow.
Sure earnest of that happiness
Which human hope transcends,
Be thou our everlasting peace,
When grace in glory ends.
For the Saviour's protection.
I fain would walk in thee,-
JESUS,
From nature's every path retreat;
Thou art my Way,-my Leader be,
And set upon the rock my feet.
2 Uphold me, Saviour, or I fall;
O reach me out thy gracious hand:
Only on thee for help I call,-
Only by faith in thee I stand.
IGHT of life,--seraphic fire,-
Love divine, thyself impart :
Every fainting soul inspire;
Shine in every drooping heart:
Every mournful sinner cheer;
Scatter all our guilty gloom:
Son of God, appear! appear!-
To thy human temples come.
2 Come in this accepted hour;
Bring thy heavenly kingdom in;
Fill us with thy glorious power,
Rooting out the seeds of sin:
Nothing more can we require,-
We will covet nothing less;
Be thou all our hearts' desire,-
All our joy, and all our peace.
LORD, thy work revive,
In Zion's gloomy hour,
And let our dying graces live
By thy restoring power.
2 O let thy chosen few
Awake to earnest prayer;
Their covenant again renew,
And walk in filial fear.
3 Thy Spirit then will speak
Through lips of humble clay,
Till hearts of adamant shall break,-
Till rebels shall obey,
4 Now lend thy gracious ear;
Now listen to our cry:
O come, and bring salvation near;
Our souls on thee rely.
LET the pris'ner's mournful cries
As incense in thy sight appear:
Their humble wailings pierce the skies,
If haply they may feel thee near.
2 The captive exiles make their moans,
From sin impatient to be free:
Call home, call home thy banish'd ones;
Lead captive their captivity.
3 Show them the blood that bought their peace, The anchor of their steadfast hope,
And bid their guilty terrors cease,
And bring the ransom'd pris'ners up. 4 Out of the deep regard their cries; The fallen raise, the mourners cheer: Sun of righteousness, arise,
And scatter all their doubt and fear.
5 Pity the day of feeble things;
O gather every halting soul;
And drop salvation from thy wings,
And make the contrite sinner whole.
For the lambs of the flock.
UTHOR of faith, we seek thy face For all who feel thy work begun; Confirm, and strengthen them in grace, And bring thy feeblest children on.
2 Thou seest their wants, thou know'st their names; Be mindful of thy youngest care; Be tender of the new-born lambs, And gently in thy bosom bear. 3 In safety lead thy little flock,From hell, the world, and sin, secure ; And set their feet upon the rock,
And make in thee their goings sure.
For the peace of Jerusalem.
THOU, our Saviour, Brother, Friend,
Behold a cloud of incense rise;
The prayers of saints to heaven ascend,
Grateful, accepted sacrifice.
2 Regard our prayers for Zion's peace;
Shed in our hearts thy love abroad;
Thy gifts abundantly increase;
Enlarge, and fill us all with God.
3 Before thy sheep, great Shepherd, go,
And guide into thy perfect will;
Cause us thy hallow'd name to know;
The work of faith in us fulfil.
4 Help us to make our calling sure;
O let us all be saints indeed,
And pure, as thou thyself art pure,-
Conform'd in all things to our Head.
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