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6 Thou hast inclin'd this heart of mine

Thy statutes to fulfil;
And thus till mortal life shall end

Would I perform thy will.

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393. (311.) C. M. WHILE thee I seek, protecting Pow'r!

my

vain wishes still’d; And may this consecrated hour

With better hopes be fill'd. 2 Thy love the pow'rs of thought bestow'd;

To thee my thoughts would soar.
Thy mercy o'er my life has flow'd:

That mercy I adore.
3 In each event of life, how clear

Thy ruling hand I see!
Each blessing to my soul more dear,

Because bestow'd by thee.
$ In ev'ry joy that crowns my days,

In ev'ry pain I bear,
My heart shall find delight in praise,

Or seck relief in pray'r. 5 When gladness wings my favour'd hour,

Thy love my thoughts shall fill: Resign:d, when storms of sorrow low'r,

My soul shall meet thy will. 6 My lifted eye, without a tear,

The low'ring storm shall see;
My steadfast heart shall know no fear:

That heart will rest on thee!

394.

(312.) L. M.

Confidence in God. 09 UR Father, throp'd above the sky,

To thee our empty hands we spreads 'Thy children at thy footstool lie,

And ask thy blessings on their head.

2 With cheerful hope and filial fear,

In that august and precious rame, by thee ordain'd, we now draw near,

And would the promis'd blessing claim. 3 Does not an earthly parent hear

The cravings of his famish'd son. Will he reject the filial pray'r,

Or mock him with a cake of stone?. 4 Our heav'nly Father, how much more

Will thy divine compassions rise; And open thy unbounded store,

To satisfy thy children's cries? 5 Yes, we will ask, and seek, and press

For gracious audience at thy seat; Still hoping, waiting for success,

If persevering to entreata" 6 For Jesus in his faithful word

The upright supplicant has blest; And all thy saints with one accord

The prevalence of pray'r attest.

3. DOUBTS AND FEARS.

395.

L. M.

Hidings of God's face. | HAPPY the hours, the golden days,

And sit, and view his smiling face,

And melt in pleasures all divine.
2 But now he's gone (o mighty wo!)

Gone from my soul and hides his love!
I hate the sins that griev'd him so,

The sins that forc'd him to remove! 8 Yet let my hope look through my tears,

And spy afar his rolling throne,
His chariot through the cleaving spheres
Shall bring the bright Beloved down

Swift as a roe flies o'er the hills,
My soul springs out to meet him high:
Then shall the conqu’ror turn his wheels
And climb the mansions of the sky.

C. M. 396. 9. O that I were us in months past! Job

xxix. 2. SWEET was the time when first I felt

The Saviour's pardoning blood, Applied to cleanse my soul from guilt,

And bring me home to God.
2 Soon as the morn the light reveal'd,

His praises tun'd my tongue;
And, when the evening shades prevail'd,

His love was all my song.
3 In vain the tempter spread his wiles,

The world no more could charm; I liv'd upon my Saviour's smiles,

And lean'd upon his arm.
4 In prayer my soul drew near the Lord,

Aud saw his glory shine;
And, when I read his holy word,

I call'd each promise mine.
5 Then to his saints I often spoke

Of what his love had donc;
But now my heart is almost broke,

For all my joys are ge: 2.
6 Now when the evening shade prevails,

My soul in darkness mourns;
And when the morn the light reveals,

No light to me returns.
7 My prayers are now a chatt'ring noise,

For Jesus hides his face!
I read, the promise meets my eyes,
But will not reach my case.

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8 Now satan threatens to prevail,

And make my soul his prey;
Yet, Lord, thy mercies cannot fail,
O, come without delay!

P. M. 397.

Lovest thou nte? 1 'TIS

a point I long to know;

Oft it causes anxious thought; Do I love the Lord, or no?

Am I his, or am I not?
2 If I love, why am I thus?

Why this dull, this lifeless frame!
Hardly, sure, can they be worse,

Who have never heard his name! 8 (Could my heart so hard remain,

Prayer a task and burden prove,
Every trifle give me pain,

If I knew a Saviour's love?
4 When I turn mine eyes within,

All is dark, and vain, and wild:
Fill'd with unbelief and sin,

Can I deem myself a child? 5 If I pray, or hear, or read,

Sin is mix'd with all I do;
You that love the Lord indeed,

Tell me, Is it thus with you?]
6 Yet I mourn my stubborn will,

Find my sin a grief and thrall;
Should I grieve for what I feel,

If I did not love at all!
7 Could I joy his saints to meet,

Choose the ways I once abhorr'd,
Find, at times, the promise sweet,

If I did not love the Lord?
8 Lord, decide the doubtful case
Thou who art thy people's sun,

Shine upon thy work of grace,

If it be indeed begun.
9 Let me love thee more and more,

If I love at all, I pray;
If I have not lov'd before,
Help ine to begin to day.

C. M. 398. The Complaint under Darkness. 1 REJOICE in God, the word commanda,

And fain would I obey;
Yet still my spirit lingering stands,

While doubts impede my way. 2 Ilow can my soul exult for joy,

Which feels this load of sin?
And how can praise my tongue employ,

While darkness reigns within? 3 Whence should my lips give rapture birth,

When I no rapture feel?
Or how should notes of heavenly mirth,

Sound from a breast of steel? $ If falling tears and rising sighs,

In triumph share a part; Then, Lord, behold these streaming eyes,

And search this bleeding heart! 5 My soul forgets to use her wings;

My harp neglected lies;
For sin las broken all its strings,

And guilt shuts out my joys.
6 The power, the sweetness, of thy voice,
Alone my

heart can move; Make me in Christ my Lord rejoice, And melt my soul to love.

P. M. ? 19. Cast down, yet hoping. Ps. xlii. 5. 'O MY soul, what means this sadness?

Wherefore art thou thus cast down? Let thy griefs be turn'd to gladness, Bid thy restless fears be gones

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