10 O give me faith and faith's increase, Finish the work begun in me; Preserve my soul in perfect peace,

That stays, and waits, and hangs on Thee.

II O let Thy gracious Spirit guide,

And bring me to the promised land,
Where righteousness and peace reside,
And all submit to love's command.
12 A land where milk and honey flow,

And springs of pure delights arise ;
Delights which I shall shortly know:
I shall regain my paradise.

13 I see it now from Pisgah's top,

Pleasant, and beautiful, and good;
In all the confidence of hope,

I claim the purchase of Thy blood. 14 Of righteousness Divine possest,

O let me grasp the prize so nigh,
Enter into the promised rest,

Enjoy Thy perfect love, and die.

[Seven Hymns for Children, which in the first edition follow the above, were transferred by the Author to a subsequent publication, and will be reprinted in a later Volume.]

AVENGE ME OF MINE ADVERSARY.
Luke xviii. 3.

JESU, Thou hast bid us pray,

Pray always, and not faint;
With the word a power convey
To utter our complaint.

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Quiet shalt Thou never know,
Till we from sin are fully freed :
O avenge us of our foe,

And bruise the Serpent's head.
We have now begun to cry,

And we will never end

Till we find salvation nigh,

And grasp the sinner's Friend;

Day and night we'll speak our woe, With Thee importunately plead : O avenge us, &c.

Speak the word, and we shall be

From all our bands released;
Only Thou canst set us free,

By Satan long opprest;

Now Thy power Almighty show,

Arise the woman's conquering Seed: O avenge us, &c.

To destroy his work of sin,

Thyself in us reveal;

Manifest Thyself within

Our flesh, and fully dwell

With us, in us, here below;

Enter, and make us free indeed :

O avenge us, &c.

Stronger than the strong man, Thou

His fury canst control;

Cast him out by entering now,

And keep our ransom'd soul;

Satan's kingdom overthrow,

On all the powers of darkness tread :
O avenge us, &c.

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Shall he still the souls enthral

For whom Thy life was given ?
Hast Thou not beheld him fall

As lightning out of heaven?
Hitherto allow'd to go,

He now no farther shall proceed :
O avenge us, &c.

To the never-ceasing cries

Of Thine elect attend;

Send deliverance from the skies,
Thy mighty Spirit send;

Though to man Thou seemest slow,
Our cries Thou seemest not to heed:
O avenge us, &c.

Come, O come, all-gracious Lord,
No longer now delay;

With Thy Spirit's two-edged sword
The crooked serpent slay;

Bare Thine arm, and give the blow,

Root out and kill the hellish seed:

O avenge us, &c.

High enthroned at God's right hand,

Thou dost in glory sit,

Till whoe'er Thy sway withstand

Indignantly submit ;

Yes, they all shall be brought low,

They all shall be Thy footstool made:
O avenge us, &c.

VOL. II.

Jesu, hear Thy Spirit's call,

Thy bride who bids Thee come : Come, Thou righteous Judge of all, Pronounce the tempter's doom;

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Doom him to infernal woe,
For him and for his angels made;
Now avenge us of our foe,

For ever bruise his head.

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COME, LORD JESUS!

I WHEN, dearest Lord, when shall it be
That I shall find my all in Thee?
The fulness of Thy promise prove,
The seal of Thine eternal love?

2 A poor, blind child, I wander here,
If haply I may feel Thee near ;
O dark, dark, dark (I still must say)
Amidst the blaze of Gospel day !*

3 Thee, only Thee, I fain would find,
I cast the world and flesh behind;
Thou, only Thou, to me be given,
Of all Thou hast in earth or heaven.

4 All earthly comforts I disdain;
They shall not rob me of my pain,
Or make me senseless of my load,
Or less disconsolate for God.

5 Rather let all the creatures take
Their miserable comforts back,
With every vain relief depart,
And leave me to my broken heart.

6 Leave me, my friends, the mourner leave;

For God, and not for you, I grieve;

Compare Samson Agonistes, line 80, "O dark, dark, dark, amid the blaze of noon."

My weakness, O ye strong, despise,
My foolish ignorance, ye wise.

7 Let all my father's children be
Still angry, still displeased with me,
Disclaim, dishonour, and disown;
I would be poor, forlorn, alone.
8 A child, a fool, a thing of nought,
Abhorr'd, neglected, and forgot,
Contemn'd, abandon'd, and distrest,
Till I from mortal man have ceased.

9 When from the arm of flesh set free,
Jesu, my soul shall fly to Thee;
Jesu, when I have lost my all,
My soul shall on Thy bosom fall.

10 When man forsakes Thou wilt not leave,
Ready the outcasts to receive,
Though all my simpleness I own,

And all my faults to Thee are known.

II Ah! wherefore did I ever doubt?
Thou wilt in no wise cast me out,
An helpless soul that comes to Thee
With only sin and misery.

12 Lord, I am sick; my sickness cure :
I want; do Thou enrich the poor :
Under Thy mighty hand I stoop;
O lift the abject sinner up!

13 Lord, I am blind; be Thou my sight:

Lord, I am weak; be Thou my might:

An Helper of the helpless be,

And let me find my all in Thee.