2 Oh, grant that nothing in my soul May dwell, but Thy pure love alone; Oh, may Thy love possess me whole,

My joy, my treasure, and my crown:
Strange fires far from my soul remove;
My every act, word, thought, be love.
3 O love, how cheering is thy ray!

All pain before thy presence flies:
Care, anguish, sorrow, melt away,
Where'er thy healing beams arise.
O Jesus, nothing may I see,
Nothing desire or seek, but Thee.

And guard me

For Thou, O Lord, art with me still; Thy friendly crook shall give me aid, And guide me through the dreadful shade. 4 Though in a bare and rugged way, Through devious, lonely wilds I stray, Thy bounty shall my wants beguile; The barren wilderness shall smile, With sudden greens and herbage crowned, And streams shall murmur all around. J. Addison. 1712.

2 Thy mighty name salvation is,

And keeps my happy soul above; Comfort it brings, and power, and peace,

And joy, and everlasting love; To me, with Thy dear name, are given Pardon, and holiness, and heaven.

3 Jesus, my all in all Thou art,

My rest in toil, my ease in pain, The medicine of my broken heart,

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In war, my peace, in loss, my gain, My smile beneath the tyrant's frown, In shame, my glory and my crown; 4 In want, my plentiful supply,

In weakness, my almighty power, In bonds, my perfect liberty,

My light in Satan's darkest hour,
In grief, my joy unspeakable,—
My life in death, my all in all.

C. Wesley. 1749.

I see from far Thy beauteous light,

Inly I sigh for Thy repose:

My heart is pained, nor can it be
At rest till it finds rest in Thee.

2 'Tis mercy all that Thou hast brought
My mind to seek her peace in Thee;
Yet while I seek, but find Thee not,
No peace my wandering soul shall see:
Oh, when shall all my wanderings end,
And all my steps to Thee-ward tend!

To save me from low-thoughted care; Chase this self-will through all my heart,

Through all its latent mazes there; Make me Thy duteous child, that I Ceaseless may "Abba, Father," cry. 4 Each moment draw from earth away My heart, that lowly waits Thy call; Speak to my inmost soul, and say,

"I am thy Love, thy God, thy All." To feel Thy power, to hear Thy voice To taste Thy love, be all my choice.

A - men.

2 How far from this our daily life,
How oft disturbed by anxious strife,
By sudden wild alarms;
Oh, could we but relinquish all
Our earthly props, and simply fall
On Thine Almighty arms!

3 Could we but kneel and cast our load,
E'en while we pray, upon our God,
Then rise with lightened cheer;
Sure that the Father, who is nigh
To still the famished raven's cry,
Will hear in that we fear.

4 We cannot trust Him as we should;

So chafes weak nature's restless mood
To cast its peace away;

But birds and flowerets round us preach,
All, all the present evil teach
Sufficient for the day.

5 Lord, make the faithless hearts of ours Such lessons learn from birds and flowers; Make them from self to cease,

Leave all things to a Father's will, And taste, before him lying still, E'en in affliction, peace.

J. Anstice. 1836.