6 O Father, grace and virtue grant !
No more we wish, no more we want :
To know, to serve thee, and to love,
Is peace below, is bliss above.

436.

S. M.

Watching, Prayer, and Perseverance.

1 A CHARGE to keep I have,
A God to glorify,

A never dying soul to save,
And fit it for the sky;
To serve the present age,
My calling to fulfil :

O, may it all my powers engage
To do my Master's will!

2 Arm me with jealous care,
As in thy sight to live;

437.

C. WESLEY.

And, O, thy servant, Lord, prepare
The strict account to give :

Help me to watch and pray,
And on thyself rely,

Assured, if I my trust betray,
I shall forsaken die.

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
Of pride, or fond desire;

To catch the wandering of my will,
And quench the kindling fire.

C. WESLEY.

3 From thee that I no more may part,
No more my goodness grieve,

The filial awe, the fleshly heart,
The tender conscience give.
4 Quick as the apple of an eye,

O God! my conscience make;
Awake my soul when sin is nigh,
And keep it still awake.

438.

C. M.

The Ways of Wisdom.

1 O, HAPPY is the man who hears
Instruction's faithful voice;

And who celestial wisdom makes
His early, only choice!

2 Wisdom has treasures greater far
Than east or west unfold;
And her rewards more precious are
Than is the gain of gold.

3 In her right hand she holds to view
A length of happy years;
And in her left, the prize of fame
And honor bright appears.

4 She guides the young, with innocence,
In pleasure's path to tread ;
A crown of glory she bestows
Upon the hoary head.

5 According as her labors rise,
So her rewards increase;

Her ways are ways of pleasantness,
And all her paths are peace.

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
The workings of his hands.

2 He gives the conquest to the weak,
Supports the sinking heart,
And courage, in the evil hour,
His heavenly aids impart.

3 Mere human power shall fast decay,
And youthful vigor cease;

But they who wait upon the Lord
In strength shall still increase.

4 They with unwearied feet shall tread
The path of life divine,

With growing ardor onward move,
With growing brightness shine.

5 On eagles' wings they mount, they soar;
Their wings are faith and love;

Till, past the cloudy regions here,
They rise to heaven above.

440.

S. M.

Ark of Safety.

EPISCOPAL COLL.

1 O, CEASE, my wandering soul,
On restless wing to roam;
All this wide world, to either pole,
Has not for thee a home.

2 Behold the ark of God;
Behold the open door;
O, haste to gain that dear abode,
And rove, my soul, no more.
3 There, safe thou shalt abide,
There, sweet shall be thy rest,
And every longing satisfied,
With full salvation blest.

mercy all your theme;

For mercy like a river flows,
In one perpetual stream.

2 Fear not the powers of earth and hell;
God will those powers restrain ;
His arm will all their rage repel,
And make their efforts vain.

3 Fear not the want of outward good;
For his he will provide,
Grant them supplies of daily food,
And give them heaven beside.

4 Fear not that he will e'er forsake,
Or leave his work undone ;
He's faithful to his promises,
And faithful to his Son.

5 Fear not the terrors of the grave,
Nor death's relentless sting;

He will from endless wrath preserve,
To endless glory bring.

1 FATHER, who in the olive shade,
When the dark hour came on,
Didst, with a breath of heavenly aid,
Strengthen thy Son,-

2 O, by the anguish of that night,
Send us down blest relief;

Or, to the chastened, let thy might
Hallow this grief.

3 And thou, that, when the starry sky
Saw the dread strife begun,
Didst teach adoring faith to cry,
Thy will be done!".

4 By thy meek spirit, thou, of all
That e'er have mourned the chief,

HEMANS.

Blest Saviour, if the stroke must fall,
Hallow this grief.

443.

L. M.

Love to Christ.

E. TAYLOR.

1 THERE 'S not a hope with comfort fraught,
Triumphant over death and time,
But Jesus mingles in the thought,
Forerunner of our course sublime.
2 His image meets me in the hour

Of joy, and brightens every smile;
I see him, when the tempests lower,
Each terror soothe, each grief beguile.
3 I see him in the daily round

Of social duty, mild and meek;
With him I tread the hallowed ground
Communion with my God to seek.

4 I see his pitying, gentle eye,

When lonely want appeals for aid ;
I hear him in the frequent sigh,

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,
I see him rise, and weep no more.

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,
By thee must come, thou Gate of love,
Through which the saints undoubting trod,
Till faith discovers, like the dove,

An ark, a resting-place in God.