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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