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The pastures O when shall we find,

Where all who their Shepherd obey, Are fed, on thy bosom reclin'd,

And screen'd from the heat of the day. Ah, shew us that happiest place,

The place of thy people’s abode; Where saints in an ecstasy gaze,

And rest in their crucified Lord : Thy love for lost sinners declare,

Thy passion and death on the tree ; Our spirits to Calvary bear,

To suffer and triumph with thee. 'Tis there with the lambs of thy flock,

There only, we'd covet to rest, To lie at the foot of the rock,

Or rise to be hid in thy breast : 'Tis there we could always abide,

And never a moment depart ; Conceal'd in the cleft of thy side,

Eternally hid in thy heart. 326

Wiltshire, JESUS, my Lord, take my poor heart,

Set up therein thy throne; So shall I love thee above all,

And live to thee alone. Complete thy work, and crown thy grace,

That I may faithful prove;

And listen to that still small voice,

Which only whispers love.
O teach me, Lord, thy holy will,

And how that will to do:
And cover me with shame, when I

Do not thy will pursue.
This unction may I ever feel,

This teacbing from the Lord; And learn obedience to thy voice,

Thy sogl-reviving word. 327 mornes

Old Hundredth. I LONG to love, but ah! how far : My thoughts from thee, my Jesus, are! My wav'ring heart, how far it roves, And seeks a thousand eartbly loves. Look gently down, almighty grace, Secure me by thy kind embrace ; Pity the soul that would be thine, And let thy power my love confine. I would enjoy my Lord alone, And bid unballow'd bliss begone ; I would that sin no more should find Power to pollute and grieve my mind. When shall my heart prove false no more, No other lords but thee adore ; Oh ! when shall that bright moment be, When I shall live alone to thee?

328 WWNNWwwar Ulverston. MY dear Redeemer, and my Lord, I read roy duty in thy word, But in thy life the law appears Drawn out in living characters. Such was thy truth, and such thy zeal, Such def'rence to thy Father's will, Such love, and meekness so divine, I would transcribe and make them mine. Cold mountains and the midnight air Witness'd the fervour of thy prayer; The desert thy temptations knew, Thy conflict, and thy victory too. Be thou my pattern; make me bear More of thy gracious image here: Then God, the judge, shall own my name, Amongst the followers of the Lamb.

329 NNNNNNN Portugal. SO let our lips and lives express The holy gospel we profess: So let our works and virtues shine, To prove the doctrine all divine. Thus shall we best proclaim abroad The honours of our Saviour God, When the salvation reigns within, And grace subdues the power of sin. Our flesh and sense must be denied, Passion and envy, lust and pride;

Whilst justice, temp'rance, truth, and love,
Our inward piety approve.
Religion bears our spirits up,
While we expect that blessed hope,
The bright appearance of the Lord,
And faith stands leaning on his word. '

Abingdon. ON tbee, O God of purity,

I wait for hallowing grace:
None, without holiness shall see

The glories of thy face.
Lead me in all thy righteous ways,

Nor suffer me to slide;
Make plain thy path before my face,

And be my constant guide.
Jesus, if thou withdraw thy hand,

That moment sees me fall :
O may I ne'er on self depend,

But look to thee for all!
And even when I feel thy grace,

And sin seems most subdued ;
I'll wrap me in thy righteousness,

And plead alone thy blood. 331

Salem Chapel. AT anchor laid, remote from home,

Toiling, I cry, Sweet Spirit come; Celestial breeze, no longer stay,

But swell my sails, and speed any way.

Fain would I mount, fain would I glow,
And loose my cable from below,
But I can only spread the sail,
Thou, thou must breathe th’auspicious gale.

wwanamwona New Court.
AND will the offended God again
Return and dwell with sinful men ?
Will he within this bosom raise
A living temple to his praise ?
The joyful news transports my breast;
All hai!! all hail! thou heavenly guest !
Lift up your heads, ye powers within,
And let the King of glory in.
Enter, with all thy heavenly train,
Here live, and here for ever reign;
Thy sceptre o'er my passions sway,
Let love command, and I'll obey.
Reason and conscience shall submit,


their homage at thy feet; To thee I'll consecrate my heart, And bid each riyal thence depart. No idol-god shall hold a place Within this temple of thy grace; Dagon, before the ark, shall fall, And God in Christ be all in all. 333 woronowana Compassion. BEHOLD what wond'rous grace

The Father hath bestow'd


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