3 With these to Pisgah's top I fly,
And there delighted stand,
To view, beneath a shining sky,
The spacious promis'd land.

4 The Lord of all the vast domain
Has promis'd it to me:

The length and breadth of all the plain,
As far as faith can see.
5 How glorious is my privilege!
To thee for help I call,

I stand upon a mountain's edge,
Oh save me, lest I fall.

6 Though much exalted in the Lord,
My strength is not my own;
Then let me tremble at his word,
And none shall cast me down.

348.

P.M.-The Child.

1 QUIET, Lord, my froward heart,
Make me teachable and mild,
Upright, simple, free from art,
Make me as a weaned child:
From distrust and envy free,
Pleas'd with all that pleases thee.
2 What thou shalt to-day provide,
Let me as a child receive;
What to-morrow may betide,
Calmly to thy wisdom leave:
'Tis enough that thou wilt care,
Why should I the burden bear?
3 As a little child relies

On a care beyond his own;
Knows he's neither strong nor wise;
Fears to stir a step alone;

Let me thus with thee abide,
As my Father, Guard, and Guide,

4 Thus preserv'd from Satan's wiles, Safe from dangers, free from fears, May I live upon thy smiles,

Till the promis'd hour appears, When the sons of God shall prove All their Father's boundless love.

349.

P.M.-For Humility and Simplicity of Soul. Isa. xxviii. 9.

1 LORD, that I may learn of thee,
Give me true simplicity;

Wean my soul, and keep it low,
Willing thee alone to know.
2 Of my boasted wisdom spoil'd,
Docile, helpless as a child;
Only seeing in thy light,
Only walking in thy might.
3 Then infuse the teaching grace,
God of truth and righteousness;
Knowledge, love divine, impart,
Life eternal to my heart.

350.

S.M.-The Meek beautified with Salvation. Ps. cxlix. 4.

1 YE humble souls rejoice,

2

And cheerful triumphs sing;

Wake all your harmony of voice,
For Jesus is your King.

That meek and lowly Lord,

Whom here your souls have known, Pledges the honour of his word,

To' avow you for his own.

3 He brings salvation near,

For which his blood was paid;
How beauteous shall our souls appear,
Thus sumptuously array'd!

4

Salvation, Lord, is thine,

And all thy saints confess,

The royal robes, in which they shine,

Were wrought by sovereign grace.

351.

C.M." The Joy of the Lord is your strength.” Neh. viii. 10. I JOY is a fruit that will not grow

In nature's barren soil;

All we can boast, till Christ we know,
Is vanity and toil.

2 But where the Lord has planted grace,
And made his glories known,

There fruits of heavenly joy and peace
Are found, and there alone.
3 A bleeding Saviour seen by faith,
A sense of pardoning love,
A hope that triumphs over death,
Give joys like those above.

4 To take a glimpse within the veil,
To know that God is mine,
Are springs of joy that never fail,
Unspeakable! divine!

5 These are the joys which satisfy,
And sanctify the mind,

Which make the spirit mount on high,
And leave the world behind.

6 No more, believers, mourn your lot;
But if you are the Lord's,
Resign to them that know him not,
Such joys as earth affords.

352.

L.M.-Rejoicing in God. Jer. ix. 23, 24.

1 THE righteous Lord, supremely great,
Maintains his universal state;

O'er all the earth his power extends;
All heaven before his footstool bends.

2 Yet justice still with power presides,
And mercy all his empire guides;
Such works are pleasing in his sight,
And such the men of his delight.

3 No more, ye wise, your wisdom boast:
No more, ye strong, your valour trust,
Nor let the rich survey his store,
Elate with heaps of shining ore.

4 Glory, my soul, in this alone,

That God, thy God, to thee is known,
That thou hast own'd his sovereign sway,
That thou hast felt his cheering ray.

5 My wisdom, wealth, and power I find
In one Jehovah all combin'd!

On him I fix my roving eyes,
Till all my soul in rapture rise.

6 All else, which I may treasure call,
May in one fatal moment fall;
But what his happiness can move,
Whom God the Blessed deigns to love?

353.

C.M.-Delight in God.

1 O 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
Who has a fountain near;

A fountain which 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 Lord! I cast my care on thee;
I triumph and adore:
Thenceforth my great concern shall be
To love and please thee more.

354.

C.M.-The impoverished Saint rejoicing in God. Hab. iii. 17, 18.
1 SO firm the saint's foundations stand,
Nor can his hopes remove,
Sustain'd by God's almighty hand,
And shelter'd in his love.

2 Fig-trees and olive-plants may fail,
And vines their fruit deny,
Famine through all his fields prevail,
And flocks and herds may die.

3 God is the treasure of his soul,
A source of sacred joy,
Which no afflictions can control,
Nor death itself destroy.

4 Lord! may we feel thy cheering beams,
And taste thy saints' repose;

We will not mourn the perish'd streams,
While such a fountain flows.

355.

L.M.-Experimental Knowledge communicated. 1 John i. 1-3. 1 JESUS! mine Advocate above, Let me not hear of thee alone, But make the wonders of thy love By deep experience sweetly known. 2 On thee my soul would fix its eye;

My lips would taste thy heavenly grace; Then would I raise thine honours high, And teach a thousand tongues thy praise.