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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 !
The painful remedies of sin :
Since first the maze of life I trod,
Hast Thou not hedged about my way;
And robbed my passions of their prey,-
How oft didst Thou my soul withhold,
And baffle my pursuit of fame,
And blast me in my surest aim ;
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,
Throughout the evil day!
And stir me up to pray.
My soul with Thy whole armour arm;
And show the danger near !
And sanctifying fear.
Whene'er my careless hands hang down,
And feel Thy warning eye :
O save me, or I die!'