46.

MY STRENGTH AND MY HOPE.

S. M.

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My God, my strength, my hope,

On thee I cast my care,

With humble confidence look up
And know thou hear'st my prayer :
Give me on thee to wait,

Till I can all things do;

On thee, almighty to create,
Almighty to renew.

I want a sober mind,

A self-renouncing will,

That tramples down and casts behind

The baits of pleasing ill;

A soul inured to pain,

To hardship, grief, and loss;
Bold to take up, firm to sustain,
The consecrated cross.

I want a godly fear,
A quick discerning eye,

That looks to thee when sin is near,

And sees the tempter fly;

A spirit still prepared,

And armed with jealous care,

For ever standing on its guard,

And watching unto prayer.

I want a heart to pray,
To pray and never cease,
Never to murmur at thy stay,
Or wish my sufferings less:
This blessing above all,

Always to pray, I want;

Out of the deep on thee to call,
And never, never faint.

I rest upon thy word;
The promise is for me;
My succor and salvation, Lord,
Shall surely come from thee:
But let me still abide,

Nor from my hope remove,

Till thou my patient spirit guide

Into thy perfect love.

CHARLES WESLEY.

47.

48.

As

AS PANTS THE HART.

S pants the hart for cooling streams
When heated in the chase,

So longs my soul for thee, O God,

And thy refreshing grace.

For thee, my God, the living God,
My thirsting soul doth pine;
Oh, when shall I behold thy face,
Thou Majesty Divine !

Why restless, why cast down, my soul?
Trust God, who will employ

His aid for thee, and change these sighs
To thankful hymns of joy.

Why restless, why cast down, my soul?
Hope still, and thou shalt sing
The praise of him who is thy God,
Thy health's eternal spring.

LOVE DIVINE.

LOVE divine, all loves excelling,

C. M.

TATE AND BRADY.

Joy of heaven, to earth come down!

Fix in us thy humble dwelling,

All thy faithful mercies crown.

8.7.

Father, thou art all compassion,

Pure, unbounded love thou art ; Visit us with thy salvation,

Enter every trembling heart.

Breathe, oh breathe thy loving Spirit
Into every troubled breast!

Let us all in thee inherit,

Let us find thy promised rest; Come, Almighty to deliver,

Let us all thy life receive : Suddenly return, and never, Never more thy temples leave.

Finish then thy new creation,
Pure and sinless let us be:
Let us see thy great salvation,
Perfectly restored in thee:
Changed from glory into glory,

Till in heaven we take our place;

Till we cast our crowns before thee,
Lost in wonder, love, and praise.

CHARLES WESLEY.

49.

FOR RENEWED GRACE.

7.

LIGHT 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;
Love of God, appear, appear;
To thy human temples come.

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 heart's desire,
All our joy, and all our peace.

CHARLES WESLEY.