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30 may thine own celestial fire
The incense still inflame,
While fervent vows to thee aspire,
Through my Redeemer's Name.
4 So shall the visits of thy love
My soul in secret bless;

So wilt thou deign, in worlds above,
Thy suppliant to confess.




LOVE to steal awhile away
From every cumb'ring care,

And spend the hours of setting day
In humble, grateful prayer.

2 I love in solitude to shed
The penitential tear,

And all his promises to plead
Where none but God can hear.
3 I love to think on mercies past,
And future good implore,-
And all my cares and sorrows ast
On Him whom I adore.

4 I love by faith to take a view
Of brighter scenes in heaven;

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The prospect doth my strength renew,
While here by tempests driven.

5 Thus, when life's toilsome day is o'er,
May its departing ray

Be calm as this impressive hour,

And lead to endless day.

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THOU, great God, whose piercing eye
Distinctly marks each deep recess;
In these 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 beams impart,
Till all be search'd and purified.
3 Then, with the visits of thy love,
Do thou mine inmost spirit cheer;
Till every grace shall join to prove
That God has fix'd his dwelling here.


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Wrestling Jacob :-I will not let thee go.
YOME, O thou Traveller unknown,

Cowhom still I hold, but cannot see;
My company before is gone,

And I am left alone with thee:
With thee all night I mean to stay,
And wrestle till the break of day.
2 I need not tell thee who I am;
My sin and misery declare;
Thyself hast call'd me by my name;
Look on thy hands, and read it there:
But who, I ask thee, who art thou?
Tell me thy name, and tell me now.
3 In vain thou strugglest to get free;
I never will unloose my hold:
Art thou the Man that died for me?
The secret of thy love unfold:
Wrestling, I will not let thee go,
Till I thy name, thy nature know.

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Continued. When I am weak, then am I strong.

WILT thou not yet to me reveal

Thy new, unutterable name? Tell me, I still beseech thee, tell; To know it now resolved I am : Wrestling, I will not let thee go, Till I thy name, thy nature know.

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.


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Continued.-Victorious prayer.

IELD to me now, for I am weak,

Y But tonndent 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 diedst 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.

3 My prayer hath power with God; the grace Unspeakable I now receive;

Through faith I see thee face to face;

I see thee face to face, and live! In vain I have not wept and strove; Thy nature and thy name is Love.

4 I know thee, Saviour, who thou art,-
Jesus, the feeble sinner's Friend:
Nor wilt thou with the night depart,
But stay and love me to the end:
Thy mercies never shall remove;
Thy nature and thy name is Love.

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Concluded.-Thy name is Love.

HE Sun of Righteousness on me

Hath risen with healing in his wings: Wither'd my nature's strength, from thee My soul its life and succour brings: My help is all laid up above; Thy nature and thy name is Love. 2 Contented now, upon my thigh I halt, till life's short journey end; All helplessness, all weakness,

On thee alone for strength depend: Nor have I power from thee to move; Thy nature and thy name is Love.

3 Lame as I am, I take the prey; Hell, earth, and sin, with ease o'ercome; I leap for joy, pursue my way,

And, as a bounding hart, fly home,

Through all eternity to prove

Thy nature and thy name is Love.


L. M.

The Minister's prayer: Christ's constraining love.
AVIOUR of men, thy searching eye
Doth all mine inmost thoughts descry:
Doth aught on earth my wishes raise,
Or the world's pleasures, or its praise?
2 The love of Christ doth me constrain
To seek the wand'ring souls of men;
With cries, entreaties, tears, to save,-
To snatch them from the gaping grave.
3 For this let men revile my name;
No cross I shun, I fear no shame:
All hail, reproach; and welcome, pain;
Only thy terrors, Lord, restrain."

4 My life, my blood, I here present,
If for thy truth they may be spent ;
Fulfil, thy sor'reign counsel, Lord;
Thy will be done, thy Name adored.

5 Give me thy strength, O God of power:
Then let winds blow, or thunders roar,
Thy faithful witness will I be :

'Tis fix'd; I can do all through thee.


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The Minister's prayer: The scandal of the cross.

JESUS, my strength and righteousness,

Saviour and my King,

Triumphantly thy Name I bless,--
Thy conqu'ring Name I sing.

2 Thou, Lord, hast magnified thy Name;
Thou hast maintain'd thy cause;
And I enjoy the glorious shame,-
The scandal of thy cross.

3 Thou gavést me to speak thy word,
In the appointed hour;

I have proclaim'd my dying Lord,
And felt thy Spirit's power.

4 Superior to my foes I stood,
Above their smile or frown;
On all the strangers to thy blood
With pitying love look'd down.
5 O let me have thy presence still;
Set as a flint my face,

To show the counsel of thy will,
Which saves a world by grace.

6 let me never blush to own
The glorious gospel-word;

Which saves a world through faith alone,
Faith in a dying Lord.

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