176 HEAR, O Lord! on Thee I call;
Prostrate at Thy feet I fall;
O, make haste, to Thee I cry;
Hear in mercy, and draw nigh.
2 Keep me from each tempting snare,
Make and keep my conscience clear;
While surrounding foes despise,
On Thy truth I fix my eyes.
3 All my trust is in Thy Word;
Cast not out my soul, O Lord;
Guard me till the danger's past;
O receive my soul at last.
177 AS pants the hart for cooling streams,
When heated in the chase:
So longs my soul, O God, for Thee
And Thy refreshing grace.
2 For Thee, my God, the living God,
My thirsty soul doth pine:
O, when shall I behold Thy face?
Thou Majesty divine.
3 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.
178 LORD! I would delight in Thee,
And on Thy care depend;
To Thee in every trouble flee,
My best, my only friend.
2 When all created streams are dried,
Thy fulness is the same;
May I with this be satisfied,
And glory in Thy name!
3 Why should the soul a drop bemoan,
Which has a fountain near?
A fountain that will ever run
With waters sweet and clear.
4 No good in creatures can be found,
But may be found in Thee;
I must have all things, and abound,
While God is God to me.
5 O, that I had a stronger faith!
To look within the veil,
To credit what my Saviour saith,
Whose word can never fail.
6 O Lord! I cast my care on Thee:
I triumph and adore:
Henceforth my great concern shall be
To love and please Thee more.
179 MY only Saviour, when I feel
O'erwhelm'd in spirit, faint, opprest, 'Tis sweet to tell Thee, while I kneel Low at Thy feet, "Thou art my rest.”
2 When with a trembling heart I try
My state by truth's unerring test,
Oft it condemns me; then I fly
To Thee for pardon, Thee for rest.
3 I'm weary of the strife within ;
Strong powers against my soul contest; O, let me turn from self and sin
To Thy dear cross! there, there is rest.
180 THOU, from whom all goodness flows, I lift my heart to Thee;
In all my sorrows, conflicts, woes,
O Lord, remember me!
2 When on my aching, burden'd heart
My sins lie heavily,
Thy pardon grant, Thy peace impart,
In love remember me!
3 When trials sore obstruct my way,
And ills I cannot flee,
O, let my strength be as my day,
For good remember me!
4 If on my face, for Thy lov'd name,
Shame and reproach shall be,
All hail reproach, and welcome shame,
If Thou remember me!
5 When in the solemn hour of death
I wait Thy just decree,
Be this the prayer of my last breath,
O Lord, remember me!
181 GOD of Bethel, by whose hand
Thy people still are fed,
Who through this weary pilgrimage
Hast all our fathers led,—
2 Our vows, our prayers, we now present
Before Thy throne of grace!
God of our fathers, be the God
Of their succeeding race!
3 Through each perplexing path of life
Our wand'ring footsteps guide;
Give us each day our daily bread,
And raiment fit provide!
4 O, spread Thy cov'ring wings around,
Till all our wand'rings cease,
And at our Father's lov'd abode
Our souls arrive in peace!
182 To heaven my restless heart aspires!
O for a quickening ray
To wake and warm my faint desires,
And cheer the toilsome way!
2 My Guardian, my Almighty Friend,
On Thee my soul would rest;
On Thee alone my hopes depend;
Be near, and I am blest.
183 COME, my soul, Thy suit prepare,
Jesus loves to answer prayer;
He himself has bid thee pray,
Therefore will not say thee nay,
2 Thou art coming to a King,
Large petitions with thee bring;
For his grace and power are such,
None can ever ask too much.
3 With my burden I begin;
Lord, remove this load of sin
Let Thy blood, for sinners spilt,
Set my conscience free from guilt.
4 Lord, I come to Thee for rest,
Take possession of my breast;
There Thy blood-bought right maintain,
And without a rival reign.
5 While I am a pilgrim here,
Let Thy love my spirit cheer;
As my Guide, my Guard, my Friend,
Lead me to my journey's end.
184 WHEN, overwhelm'd with grief,
My heart within me dies,
Helpless and far from all relief,
To heaven I lift mine eyes.
2 O, lead me to the Rock
That's high above my head,
And make the covert of Thy wings
My shelter and my shade!
Within Thy presence, Lord,
For ever I'll abide ;
Thou art the tower of my defence,
The refuge where I hide.
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