3 We call to mind those happier days, 4 Rememb'ring, Lord, how once we felt, 5 Let sorrows yield to thine embrace; 441. L. M. The same. Psalm cxxxvii. 1-4. WHERE Babel's streams ran murmuring by, We hung our useless harps on high; Our flowing tears increas'd the flood, 4 When darkness shrouds my trembling mind, And doubts and fears around me cling, 2 O Lord, arise! assert thy right, And put our threatening foes to flight; 6 Awake, our harps, in tuneful lays, From heaven he comes, his saints to bless. 442. C. M. Steele. Watchfulness and Prayer. Matt. xxvi. 41. ALAS! what hourly dangers rise! What snares beset my way! To heaven, O let me lift my eyes, 2 How oft my mournful thoughts complain, 3 O gracious God, in whom I live, Help me to watch, and pray, and strive, 4 Increase my faith, increase my hope, 5 O keep me in thy heavenly way, 443. L. M. Beddome. Inconstancy acknowledged. THE wandering star, and fleeting wind, The morning cloud, and early dew, 2 But cloud, and wind, and dew, and star, 3 Our outward walk, and inward frame, 4 We sin forsake, to sin return; Are hot, are cold, rejoice, and mourn; 5 With flowing tears, Lord, we confess When shall these hearts more fixed be, 444. L. M. Steele. Complaining at the throne of grace. O'ERWHELM'D with restless griefs and fears, Lord, I approach thy mercy-seat, With aching heart, and flowing tears, 2 Thy promises are large and free, 4 My thoughts recall thy favours past, WH Sin and Holiness. Rom. vii. 23. Gal. v. 17. HAT jarring natures dwell within! Abounding grace, remaining sin! Nor this can reign, nor that prevail, Though each by turns my heart assail. 2 Now I complain, and groan and die; Now raise my songs of triumph high; Sing a rebellious passion slain, Or mourn to feel it live again. 3 One happy hour beholds me rise, Borne upwards to my native skies, While faith assists my soaring flight, To realms of joy, and worlds of light. 4 Scarce a few hours or minutes roll, And headlong urge my downward course. 446. C. M. Longing for Communion with Christ. Thy sins are all forgiven; My bosom bloom'd a Paradise, 2 And though I wept o'er follies past, 3 O lovely days of joy and grief, 4 Come, and restore my bleeding heart, 5 Communion with my Saviour God- 447. C. M. Declension in pious feeling, lamented. WHERE are the grateful tears I shed, Of joy and pious grief; The hope that beam'd upon my head, 2 Where is the zeal with which I mov'd Wretch that I am, to grieve my Love, 3 Saviour, I own my sin with shame, Speak, and my heart with love shall flame. My dying hope shall live. 4 Speak thy forgiveness to my soul, And faith and zeal shall burn; Thy word shall make the wounded whol The wanderer to return. 448. L. M. Wesley's Coll. Prayer for holy Zeal. FOR zeal I sigh, for zeal I pant, Yet heavy is my soul, and faint; I groan, I strive, I watch and pray, But ah! how soon it dies away. 2 0 Thou, who all things canst control, Chase this dead slumber from my soul, Touch my cold breast with heavenly fire, With holy, conquering zeal inspire. |