1 Thine eye, Lord God, alone can see The soul through every secret part; The mystery of iniquity

Hid in the hollow of man's heart.

2 Myself unto myself reveal,

Light let me see in Thy pure light;
The eye of unbelief unseal,

Change doubt to faith, and faith to sight.

3 By inward vision to discern
The misery of my low estate,

And from that sad disclosure learn
Life's hardest lesson, ere too late:

4 Life's hardest lesson, but its best!
The source of all my ills to trace
Through the dark windings of my breast,
Or in the world's deceitful face.

5 How long, how far on pilgrimage
To Zion have I feigned to go,
Yet went astray at every stage,
Snared or smit down by every foe!

6 Oh, let that narrow path be mine,
Which, level as the morning-ray,
Like it, shall upward tend, and shine,
From earth's faint dawn to heaven's full day.

1 Mortal! if e'er thy spirits faint,
By grief or pain opprest,

Seek not vain hope, nor sour complaint,
To cheer or ease thy breast:

2 But view thy bitterest pangs as sent
A shadow of that doom,
Which is thy soul's just punishment
In its own guilt's true home.

3 Be thine own judge: hate thy proud heart; And while the sad drops flow,

E'en let thy will attend the smart,
And sanctify thy woe.

1 Blessed are the humble souls that see
Their emptiness and poverty:
Treasures of grace to them are given,
And crowns of joy laid up in heaven.

2 Blessed are the souls that long for grace,
Hunger and thirst for righteousness:
They shall be well supplied and fed,
With living streams and living bread.

3 Blessed are the pure, whose hearts are clean From the defiling power of sin:

With endless pleasure they shall see
The God of spotless purity.

4 Blessed are the sufferers, who partake
Of pain and shame for Jesus' sake:
Their souls shall triumph in the Lord;
Glory and joy are their reward.

5 These are the men, the holy race,
Who seek the God of Jacob's face;
These shall enjoy the blissful sight,
And dwell in everlasting light.

361. L. M.

1 As for some dear familiar strain,
Untired, we ask, and ask again,
Ever, in its melodious store,
Finding a spell unheard before:-

2 Such is the bliss of souls serene,
When they have vowed, and stedfast mean,
Counting the cost, in all to meet
Their God, in all themselves forget.

3 O could we learn that sacrifice,
What lights would all around us rise!
How would our hearts with Wisdom talk
Along Life's dullest, dreariest walk!

4 We need not bid, for cloistered cell,
Our neighbour and our work farewell,
Nor strive to wind ourselves too high
For sinful man beneath the sky:

5 The trivial round, the common task,
Would furnish all we ought to ask;
Room to deny ourselves; a road
To bring us, daily, nearer God.

6 Seek we no more; content with these,
Let present Rapture, Comfort, Ease,
As Heaven shall bid them, come and
The secret this of Rest below.

7 Only, O Lord, in Thy dear love
Fit us for perfect Rest above;
And help us, this and every day,
To live more nearly as we pray.

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362. S. M.

Teach me, my God and King!
In all things Thee to see:
And what I do in any thing,

To do it as for Thee!

To scorn the senses' sway, While still to Thee I tend : In all I do, be Thou the way, In all, be Thou the end!

All may of Thee partake:

Nothing so small can be

But draws, when acted for Thy sake,

Greatness and worth from Thee.

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If done beneath Thy laws,

E'en servile labours shine: Hallowed is toil, if this the cause; The meanest work, divine.

363. S. M.

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A charge to keep I have,
A God to glorify;

A never-dying soul to save,
And fit it for the sky:-

To serve the present age,
My calling to fulfil;

O may it all my powers engage
To do my Master's will.

Arm me with jealous care,

As in Thy sight to live;

And oh! Thy servant, Lord, prepare

A strict account to give.

364. L. M.

1 Irresolute, I stand perplext,
What pathway shall I follow next?
Show me the way that I must take:
Show me, O Lord, for Jesus' sake.

2 I know him: but when thus I stay,
And, musing, loiter time away,

A shadow dims that sacred light

Which shines to guide from height to height.