176 HEAR, O Lord! on Thee I call; Prostrate at Thy feet I fall; 2 Keep me from each tempting snare, Make and keep my conscience clear ; 3 All my trust is in Thy Word; Cast not out my soul, O Lord ; 177 AS pants the hart for cooling streams, - When heated in the chase : And Thy refreshing grace. 2 For Thee, my God, the living God, My thirsty soul doth pine : Thou Majesty divine. 3 Why restless, why cast down, my soul? Hope still, and thou shalt sing 178 O LORD! I would delight in Thee, And on Thy care depend; My best, my only friend. Thy fulness is the same; And glory in Thy name! Which has a fountain near ? With waters sweet and clear. But may be found in Thee; While God is God to me. To look within the veil, Whose word can never fail. I triumph and adore : Y 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, To Thee for pardon, Thee for rest. Strong powers against my soul contest; 0, let me turn from self and sin To Thy dear cross ! there, there is rest. 180 O THOU, from whom all goodness flows, I lift my heart to Thee; O Lord, remember me! My sins lie heavily, In love remember me! And ills I cannot flee, For good remember me ! ; Shame and reproach shall be, If Thou remember me! I wait Thy just decree, O Lord, remember me! 181 O GOD of Bethel, by whose hand Thy people still are fed, Hast all our fathers led, Before Thy throne of grace ! Of their succeeding race ! Our wand'ring footsteps guide; And raiment fit provide ! Till all our wand'rings cease, Our souls arrive in peace ! 182 TO heaven my restless heart aspires ! 1 O for a quickening ray And cheer the toilsome way! On Thee my soul would rest; Be near, and I am blest. 183 COME, my soul, Thy suit prepare, Jesus loves to answer prayer; 2 Thou art coming to a King, Large petitions with thee bring ; None can ever ask too much. Lord, remove this load of sin; Set my conscience free from guilt. Take possession of my breast; And without a rival reign. Let Thy love my spirit cheer; 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, My shelter and my shade! For ever I'll abide; The refuge where I hide. |