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3 Lord, have mercy when we know
First how vain this world below;
Then, Ó, then, have mercy, Lord !
To keep his statutes still !
To know and do his will!
Thy law upon my heart !
Nor act the liar's part.
Let no corrupt design,
Within this soul of mine.
And make my heart sincere ;
But keep my conscience clear.
'T is a delightful road ;
Offend against my God. 388. L. M.
Watts. Pleasures of a good Conscience. 1 LORD, how secure and blest are they
Who feel the joys of pardoned sin !
Should storms of wrath shake earth and sea
Their minds have heaven and peace within. 2 The day glides sweetly o'er their heads,
Made up of innocence and love ; And soft and silent as the shades,
Their nightly minutes gently move. 3 Quick as their thoughts their joys come on,
But fly not half so swift away! Their souls are ever bright as noon,
And calm as summer evenings be. 4 How oft they look to th' heavenly hills,
Where groves of living pleasures grow ! And longing hopes and cheerful smiles
Sit undisturbed upon their brow.
Who can tell how oft he strays ?
Leave not, Lord, one root behind.
Wrapt within our heart's disguise ;
Each presumptuous sin exclude.
Speak the words approved by thee :
Let our thoughts accepted rise.
And thy healing grace implore,
390. L. M.
J. F. Oberlir.
And fix my frail, inconstant heart;
To dedicate myself to thee.
One thought shall fill my soul with joy ;
That all my hopes are fixed on thee.
Thy presence, Lord, fills every place;
Still shall my spirit cleave to thee.
And safe beneath thy spreading wing,
That all I want I find in thee. 391.
C. P. M. HENRY MOORE.
And soft the vernal gale :
That gladden every vale.
That whispers sins forgiven;
Of peace and promised heaven.
Bright is the sun's meridian ray,
That robe the clouds in gold.
Where heaven's own graces shine ;
From glories all divine. 392.
Saith the sure, eternal word ;
Tempered in celestial springs.
When the passions sink to rest.
Sighs for woe, in pity bleeds.
When the patriot martyr groans,
Rapture blends with agony.
Touched in love, dissolved in tears,
Sinners clasp the mercy-seat.
Struggling with the storm and shower,
CHRISTIAN AFFECTIONS AND LIFE. 393. C. M. MONTGOMERY.
What is Prayer ?
Uttered or unexpressed,
That trembles in the breast.
The falling of a tear,
When none but God is near.
That infant lips can try,
The Majesty on high.
The Christian's native air,
He enters heaven with prayer.
Returning from his ways;
And cry, “ Behold, he prays !”
They 're one in word and mind;
Sweet fellowship they find.
The Life, the Truth, the Way,