6 O Father, grace and virtue grant ! 436. S. M. Watching, Prayer, and Perseverance. 1 A CHARGE to keep I have, A never dying soul to save, O, may it all my powers engage 2 Arm me with jealous care, 437. C. WESLEY. And, O, thy servant, Lord, prepare Help me to watch and pray, Assured, if I my trust betray, C. M. Watchfulness. 1 I WANT a principle within Of jealous, godly fear; A sensibility of sin, A pain to find it near. 2 I want the first approach to feel To catch the wandering of my will, C. WESLEY. 3 From thee that I no more may part, The filial awe, the fleshly heart, O God! my conscience make; 438. C. M. The Ways of Wisdom. 1 O, HAPPY is the man who hears And who celestial wisdom makes 2 Wisdom has treasures greater far 3 In her right hand she holds to view 4 She guides the young, with innocence, 5 According as her labors rise, Her ways are ways of pleasantness, LOGAN CAMPBELL'S COLL. They shall walk and not faint. 1 SUPREME in wisdom, as in power, The Rock of Ages stands, Though him thou canst not see, nor trace 2 He gives the conquest to the weak, 3 Mere human power shall fast decay, But they who wait upon the Lord 4 They with unwearied feet shall tread With growing ardor onward move, 5 On eagles' wings they mount, they soar; Till, past the cloudy regions here, 440. S. M. Ark of Safety. EPISCOPAL COLL. 1 O, CEASE, my wandering soul, 2 Behold the ark of God; mercy all your theme; For mercy like a river flows, 2 Fear not the powers of earth and hell; 3 Fear not the want of outward good; 4 Fear not that he will e'er forsake, 5 Fear not the terrors of the grave, He will from endless wrath preserve, 1 FATHER, who in the olive shade, 2 O, by the anguish of that night, Or, to the chastened, let thy might 3 And thou, that, when the starry sky 4 By thy meek spirit, thou, of all HEMANS. Blest Saviour, if the stroke must fall, 443. L. M. Love to Christ. E. TAYLOR. 1 THERE 'S not a hope with comfort fraught, Of joy, and brightens every smile; Of social duty, mild and meek; 4 I see his pitying, gentle eye, When lonely want appeals for aid ; That mourns the waste which sin has made. 5 I meet him at the lowly tomb; I weep where Jesus wept before; And there, above the grave's dark gloom, 444. L. M. Christ the Way, the Truth, and the Life ANONYMOUS. 1 THOU art the Way; and he who sighs, Amid this starless waste of woe, To find a pathway to the skies, A light from heaven's eternal glow, An ark, a resting-place in God. |