5 I will not let thee go uniefs
Thou tell thy name to me;
With all thy great falvation blefs,
And make me all like thee.

6 Then let me on the mountain-top
Behold thy open face;

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Where faith in fight is fwallow'd up,
And pray'r in endless praise.

HYMN LXIV.

Jesu, my frength, my hope,

ESU,

On thee I caft my care

With humble confidence look up,
And know thou hear'ft my pray's.
Give me on thee to wait,

Till I can all things do,

On thee, almighty to create,
Almighty to renew.

I want a fober mind,

A felf-renouncing will,

That tramples down and cafts behind
The baits of pleasing ill:

A foul inurld to pain,

To hardship, grief, and lofs,

Bold to take up, firm to sustain
The confecrated crofs.

I want a godly fear,

A quick difcerning eye,

That looks to thee when fin is near,
And fees the tempter fly;

A fpirit ftill prepar'd,

And arm'd with jealous care,

For ever standing on its guard,

And watching unto pray?r.

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I want a heart to pray,

To pray and never cease,
Never to murmur at thy stay,

Or with my fuff'rings lefs.
This bleffing above all,

Always to pray I want,
Out of the deep on thee to call,
And never, never faint.

5 I want a true regard,
A fingle, fteady aim,
Unmov'd by threat'ning or reward,
To thee and thy great name:

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A jealous, juft concern

For thine immortal praife

A pure defire that all may learn

And glorify thy grace,

I rest upon thy word;

The promife is for me,

My fuccour and falvation, Lord,

Shall furely come from thee!

But let me ftill abide,

Nor from my hope remove,
Till thou my patient spirit guide
Into thy perfect lové. 1

HYMN LXV.

HELP, Lord, to whom for help I fly,
And still my tempted soul stand by
Throughout the evil day;

The facred watchfulness impart,
And keep the iffues of my heart,
And stir me up to pray.

2 My foul with thy whole armour arm, In each approach of fin alarm,

And fhew the danger near.

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Surround, fuftain, and ftrengthen me,
And fill with godly jealousy,
And fanctifying fear.

3 Whene'er my careless hands hang down,
O let me fee thy gath'ring frown,
And feel thy warning eye;

And ftarting cry, from ruin's brink
Save, Jefus, or I yield, 1 fink!
O fave me, or I die!

4 If near the pit I rafhly ftray,
Before I wholly fall away

The keen conviction dart
Recal me by that pitying look,;
That kind upbraiding glance which broke
Unfaithful Peter's heart.

5 In me thine utmost mercy show,
And make me like thyfelf below,
Unblameable in grace;
Ready prepard and fitted here,
By perfect holiness t' appear
Before the glorious face.

1 Jesus, my Saviour, Brother, Friend,

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On whom I cast my every care,
On whom for all things I depend,
Infpire, and then accept my pray'r.

2 If I have tafted of thy grace,

The grace that fure falvatien brings: If with me now thy fpirit ftays,

And hov'ring hides me in his wings. 3 Still let him with my weaknefs stay, Nor for a moment's fpace depart; Evil and danger turn away,

And keep, till he renews my heart.

4 When to the right or left I ftray, His voice behind me may I hear, Return, and walk in Chrift thy way, "Fly back to Chrift, for fin is near.

His facred unction from above rei
Be ftill my comforter and guide;
Till all the tony he remove,

And in my loving heart refide.

6 Jefus, I fain would walk in thee, From Nature's ev'ry path retreat; Thou art my way, my leader be, And fet upon the rock my feet. 'sor" 7Uphold me, Saviour, or I fall;

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O reach me out thy gracious hand!
Only on thee for help I call;
Only by faith on thee 1 ftand.

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HYMN LXVII.

CHARGE to keep I have;
A God to glorify,

A never dying foul to fave,
And fit it for the sky:
To ferve the prefent age,
My calling to fulfil;

O may it all my pow'rs engage
To do my Master's will!

Arm me with jealous care,
As in thy fight to live;

And O thy fervant, Lord, prepare

A ftri&t account to give:
Help me to watch and pray,
And on thyfelf rely;

Affur'd, if I my trust betray,
I fhall for ever die.

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HYMN LXVIII.

it my only wisdom here,
To ferve the Lord with filial fear,
With loving gratitude :
Superior fenfe may I difplay,
By fhunning ev'ry evil way,
And walking in the good,

I still from fin depart;

2 O may I'

A wife and understanding heart,
Jefus, to me be giv'n!

And let me, through thy Spirit know,
To glorify my God below,

And find my way to heav'en.

HYMN LXIX.

Gop of almighty love,

By whofe fufficient grace

I lift my heart to things above,
And humbly seek thy face;
Through Jefus Chrift the juft,
My faint defires receive,

And let me in thy goodnefs truft,
And to thy glory live.

Whate'er I fay or do,

Thy glory be my aim;

My off'rings all be offer'd through

The ever-bleffed name:

Jefu, my fingle eye

Be fix'd on thee alone;

Thy name be prais'd on earth; on high,

Thy will by all be done.

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Spirit of faith, infpire

My confcerated heart;

Fill me with pure, celestial fire,

With all thou haft and art: