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But we that wait upon the Lord
Shall find our strength increase.
And taste the promis'd bliss,
Where perfect pleasure is. 314
Portugal. MY God, permit me not to be A stranger to myself and thee; Amidst a thousand thoughts I rove. Forgetful of my highest love. Why should my passions mix with earth, And thus debase my heavenly birth ? Why should I cleave to things below, And let my God, my Saviour go? Call me away fron flesh and sense, One gracious word can draw me thence ; I would obey the voice divine, Aud all inferior joys resign. Be earth with all her charms withdrawn, Let noise and vanity begone ; In boly musings of the mind I would my God, my heaven find. 315
wannnnnor Worksop. O THAT I knew the secret place
Where I might find my God!
And pour my woes abroad.
I'd tell him how my sins arise ;
What sorrows I sustain ;
And leaves my heart in pain.
To wrestle with my God;
And for my Saviour's blood.
And heal my broken bones;
The language of their groans.
And banish every fear ;
To spread thy sorrows there, 316 ANNNNNN Wooburn Abbey. O FOR a closer walk with God,
A calm and heavenly frame; A light to shine upon the road,
That leads me to the lamb ! Where is the blessedness I knew,
When first I saw the Lord ?
Of Jesus and his word ?
How sweet their mem'ry still!
But they have left an aching void,
The world can never fill. Return, O holy Dove, return, Sweet messenger
of rest! I hate the sins that made thee mourn,
And drove thee from my breast.
Whate'er that idol be,
And worship only thee.
Calm and serene my frame;
That leads me to the Lamb. 317
Lambeth. ENCOMPASS'D with clouds of distress,
Just ready all hope to resign, I pant for the light of thy face,
And fear it will never be mine : Dishearten'd with waiting so long,
I sink at thy feet with my load; All plaintive, I pour out my song,
And stretch forth my hands unto God. Shine, Lord, and my terror shall cease;
The blood of atonement apply, And lead me to Jesus for peace,
The rock that is higher than 1:
Speak, Saviour, for sweet is ihy voice,
Thy presence is fair to behold; I thirst for thy favour with cries
And groanings which cannot be told, If sometimes I strive as I mourn,
My hold of thy promise to keep, The billows more fiercely return,
And plunge me again in the deep; While harrass'd and cast from thy sight,
The tempter suggests with a roar, “ The Lord hath forsaken thee quite,
Thy God will be gracious no more.” Yet, Lord, if thy love hath design'd
No covenant blessing for me, Ah, tell me how is it I find
Some sweetness in waiting for thee? Almighty to rescue thou art;
Thy grace is my only resource, If e'er thou art Lord of my heart,
'Thy Spirit must take it by force. 318
wwwwwwww Sutton Colefield. MY God, my life, my love,
To thee, to thee I call;
For thou art all in all.
This dungeon where 1 dwell;
'Tis paradise when thou art bere ;
If tbou depart, 'tis hell. The smilings of thy face,
How amiable they are ! 'Tis heaven to rest in thine embrace,
And no where else but there.
The angels owe their bliss;
And dwell where Jesus is.
Can make a beavenly place, If God his residence reinove,
Or but conceal his face.
With infinite desire,
Dear Jesus, raise me higher !
Hotham. JESUS, lover of my soul,
"Let me to thy bosom fly, While the raging billows roll,
While the tempest still is high : Hide me, O my Saviour, hide,
"Till the storm of life is past; Safe into the haven guide,
O receive my soul at last.