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Lord, while at Thy command

Thy servants prophesy, O let it spread through every land,

The sound of Jesus nigh!

The dead professors shake,

And with Thy quickening breath, Dispose their senseless souls to wake

Out of the sleep of death.

“ WHOM THE LORD LOVETH, HE CHASTENETH.'

God of my life, how good, how wise,

Thy judgments to my soul have been !
They were but mercies in disguise,

The painful remedies of sin :
How different now Thy ways appear,-
Most merciful, when most severe !

Since first the maze of life I trod,

Hast Thou not hedged about my way;
My worldly, vain designs withstood,

And robbed my passions of their prey,-
Withheld the fuel from the fire,
And crossed each foolish, fond desire ?

How oft didst Thou my soul withhold,

And baffle my pursuit of fame,
And mortify my lust of gold,

And blast me in my surest aim ;
Withdraw my animal delight,
And starve my grovelling appetite !

Thou wouldst not let Thy captive go,

Or leave me to my carnal will ; Thy love forbad my rest below,

Thy patient love pursued me still ; And forced me from my sin to part, And tore the idol from my heart.

But can I now the loss lament,

Or murmur at Thy friendly blow? Thy friendly blow my heart hath rent

From every seeming good below : Thrice happy loss ! which makes me see My happiness alone in Thee.

“ I WILL GUIDE THEE WITH MINE EYE.”

HELP, Lord, to whom for help I fly,
And still my tempted soul stand by,

Throughout the evil day!
The sacred watchfulness impart,
And keep the issues of my heart,

And stir me up to pray.

My soul with Thy whole armour arm;
In each approach of sin alarm,

And show the danger near !
Surround, sustain, and strengthen me,
And fill with godly jealousy,

And sanctifying fear.

Whene'er my careless hands hang down,
O let me see Thy gathering frown,

And feel Thy warning eye :
And starting, cry, from ruin's brink,
• Save, Jesus, or I yield, I sink !

O save me, or I die!'

If near the pit I rashly stray, .
Before I wholly fall away,

The keen conviction dart :
Recal me by that pitying look,
That kind, upbraiding glance, which broke

Unfaithful Peter's heart.

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