Make me Thy duteous child, that I Ah, no! ne'er will I backward turn- Each moment draw from earth away "I am thy love, thy God, thy all!" Translation of JOHN WESLEY. For Believers. THOU hidden source of calm repose, Thou all-sufficient love divine, Thy mighty name salvation is, And keeps my happy soul above; Jesus, my all in all Thou art My rest in toil, my ease in pain; The medicine of my broken heart; In war my peace; in loss my gain; My smile beneath the tyrant's frown; In shame my glory and my crown: In want my plentiful supply; In weakness my almighty power; In bonds my perfect liberty; My light in Satan's darkest hour; In grif my joy unspeakable; My life in death, my heaven in hell. CHARLES WESLEY. LITANY TO THE HOLY SPIRIT. 825 Litany to the Holy Spirit. In the hour of my distress, When I lie within my bed, Sweet Spirit, comfort me! When the house doth sigh and weep, When the artless doctor sees When his potion and his pill, Sweet Spirit, comfort me! When the passing-bell doth toll, Sweet Spirit, comfort me! Sweet Spirit, comfort me! When the priest his last hath prayed, Sweet Spirit, comfort me! When, God knows, I'm tost about Sweet Spirit, comfort me! When the tempter me pursu'th |