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3 Lord, have mercy when we know

First how vain this world below;
When its darker thoughts oppress,
Doubts perplex, and fears distress;
When the earliest gleam is given
Of the bright but distant heaven;
Then thy fostering grace afford;

Then, Ó, then, have mercy, Lord !
C. M.

Breathing after Holiness.
1 O, THAT the Lord would guide my ways

To keep his statutes still !
O, that my God would grant me grace

To know and do his will!
2 0, send thy Spirit down, to write

Thy law upon my heart !
Nor let my tongue indulge deceit,

Nor act the liar's part.
3 From vanity turn off mine eyes ;

Let no corrupt design,
Nor covetous desires, arise

Within this soul of mine.
4 Order my footsteps by thy word,

And make my heart sincere ;
Let sin have no dominion, Lord,

But keep my conscience clear.
5 Make me to walk in thy commands ;

'T is a delightful road ;
Nor let my head, nor heart, nor hands,

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.

7s. M.

Freedom from Error, Guilt, and Folly.
1 BLEST Instructer ! from thy ways

Who can tell how oft he strays ?
Save from error's growth our mind,

Leave not, Lord, one root behind.
2 Purge us from the guilt that lies

Wrapt within our heart's disguise ;
Let us thence, by thee renewed,

Each presumptuous sin exclude.
3 Let our tongues, from error free,

Speak the words approved by thee :
To thine all-observing eyes

Let our thoughts accepted rise.
4 While we thus thy name adore,

And thy healing grace implore,
Blest Instructer ! bow thine ear :
God our strength ! propitious hear.

390. L. M.

J. F. Oberlir.
Christian Stability.
1 O LORD, thy heavenly grace impart,

And fix my frail, inconstant heart;
Henceforth my chief desire shall be

To dedicate myself to thee.
2 Whate'er pursuits my time employ,

One thought shall fill my soul with joy ;
That silent, secret thought shall be,

That all my hopes are fixed on thee.
3 Thy glorious eye pervadeth space ;

Thy presence, Lord, fills every place;
And, wheresoe'er my lot may be,

Still shall my spirit cleave to thee.
4 Renouncing every worldly thing,

And safe beneath thy spreading wing,
My sweetest thought henceforth shall be,

That all I want I find in thee. 391.


1 SOFT are the fruitful showers that bring
The welcome promise of the spring,

And soft the vernal gale :
Sweet the wild warblings of the grove,
The voice of nature and of love,

That gladden every vale.
2 But softer in the mourner's ear
Sounds the mild voice of mercy near,

That whispers sins forgiven;
And sweeter far the music swells,
When to the raptured soul she tells

Of peace and promised heaven.
3 Fair are the flowers that deck the ground;
And groves and gardens, blooming round,
Unnumbered charms unfold :


Bright is the sun's meridian ray,
And bright the beams of setting day,

That robe the clouds in gold.
4 But far more fair the pious breast,
In richer robes of goodness dressed,

Where heaven's own graces shine ;
And brighter far the prospects rise,
That burst on faith's delighted eyes,

From glories all divine. 392.

7. M.

Decout Joy.
1 - JOY to those that love the Lord !”

Saith the sure, eternal word ;
Not of earth the joy it brings,

Tempered in celestial springs.
2 'Tis the joy of pardoned sin
When we feel 't is well within ;
'T is the joy that fills the breast

When the passions sink to rest.
3 'T is a joy that, seated deep,
Leaves not when we sigh and weep ; .
Spreads itself in virtuous deeds,

Sighs for woe, in pity bleeds.
4 Stern and awful are its tones

When the patriot martyr groans,
And, the death-pulse beating high,

Rapture blends with agony.
5 Tend'rer is the form it wears,

Touched in love, dissolved in tears,
When, subdued, at Jesus' feet,

Sinners clasp the mercy-seat.
6 Joy e’en here ! a budding flower,

Struggling with the storm and shower,
Till its season to expand,
Planted in its native land.


What is Prayer ?
1 PRAYER is the soul's sincere desire,

Uttered or unexpressed,
The motion of a hidden fire,

That trembles in the breast.
2 Prayer is the burden of a sigh,

The falling of a tear,
The upward glancing of an eye,

When none but God is near.
3 Prayer is the simplest form of speech

That infant lips can try,
Prayer the sublimest strains that reach

The Majesty on high.
4 Prayer is the Christian's vital breath,

The Christian's native air,
The watchword at the gates of death ;

He enters heaven with prayer.
5 Prayer is the contrite sinner's voice,

Returning from his ways;
While angels in their songs rejoice,

And cry, “ Behold, he prays !”
6 In prayer, on earth, the saints are one ;

They 're one in word and mind;
When with the Father and the Son

Sweet fellowship they find.
7 0 Thou, by whom we come to God,

The Life, the Truth, the Way,
The path of prayer thyself hast trod ;
Lord, teach us how to pray !

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