1 On, where is now that glowing love,
That marked our union with the Lord?
Our hearts were fixed on things above,
Nor could the world a joy afford.

2 Where is the zeal that led us then

To make our Saviour's glory known?
That freed us from the fear of men,
And kept our eye on him alone?
3 Where are the happy seasons spent
In fellowship with him we loved?
The sacred joy, the sweet content,
The blessedness that then we proved?
4 Behold! again we turn to thee;

Oh, cast us not away, though vile!
No peace we have, no joy we see,
O Lord our God! but in thy smile.

1 How oft, alas! this wretched heart Has wandered from the Lord! How oft my roving thoughts depart, Forgetful of his word!

2 Yet sovereign mercy calls

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"Return!'

Dear Lord, and may I come?
My vile ingratitude I mourn:
Oh, take the wanderer home!

3 And canst thou, wilt thou yet forgive
And bid my crimes remove?
And shall a pardoned rebel live,
To speak thy wondrous love?

4 Almighty grace, thy healing power,
How glorious, how divine!

That can to life and bliss restore
A heart so vile as mine.

5 Thy pard'ning love, so free, so sweet, Dear Saviour, I adore;

Oh, keep me at thy sacred feet,

1 WEARY of wandering from my God,
And now made willing to return,

I hear, and bow beneath the rod;
For thee, not without hope, I mourn:
I have an Advocate above,

A Friend before the throne of love.

2 O Jesus, full of truth and grace!

More full of grace than I of sin; Yet once again I seek thy face,

Open thine arms and take me in;
And freely my backslidings heal,
And love the faithless sinner still.

3 Thou know'st the way to bring me back
My fallen spirit to restore;
Oh, for thy truth and mercy's sake,
Forgive, and bid me sin no more!
The ruins of my soul repair,

And make my heart a house of prayer.

NCE I thought my mountain strong, Firmly fixed, no more to move; aen my Saviour was my song, Then my soul was filled with love: hose were happy golden days, weetly spent in prayer and praise. ittle then myself I knew,

Little thought of Satan's power; 'ow I feel my sins anew, Now I feel the stormy hour: in has put my joys to flight, in has turned my day to night. Javiour! shine, and cheer my soul; Bid my dying hopes revive; Jake my wounded spirit whole; Far away the tempter drive: Speak the word and set me free; Let me live alone to thee.

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L. M.

WHEN silent steal across my soul
Remembrances of broken vows,
Anal tears, almost beyond control,
Flow, as my guilty spirit bows,
'Tis then I've caught the Saviour's eye,
Viewing, with looks of injured love,
A soul, for whom he deigned to die,
Inconstant and ungrateful prove.
Oh! had he not so kindly glanced

(My weeping soul in anguish cries),
I could have borne that searching look;
But now I yield: my spirit dies.
No more on promises I'll rest,
Nor resolutions vainly made;

But leaning on my Saviour's breast,
Implore his Spirit's gracious aid.

3 A spirit still prepared,
And armed with jealous care,
Forever standing on its guard,
And watching unto prayer!-

4 A soul inured to pain,

To hardship, grief, and loss;
Bold to take up, firm to sustain
My dear Redeemer's cross.

5 Lord, let me still abide,
Nor from my hope remove,
Till thou my patient spirit guide
Into thy perfect love.

635

Prayer for a tender Conscience.

1 Он for a principle within Of jealous, godly fear!

Oh for a tender dread of sin

A pain to feel it near!

2 That I from thee no more may part,
No more thy goodness grieve,
The filial awe, the fleshly heart,
The tender conscience, give.

3 Quick as the apple of the eye,
O God! my conscience make;
Awake my soul when sin is nigh,
And keep it still awake.

4 If to the right or left I stray,

That moment, Lord, reprove;
And let me weep my life away,
For having grieved thy love.

5 Oh, may the least omission pain
My well-instructed soul;

And drive me to the blood again,
Which makes the wounded whole!

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falling?"

1 ALAS, what hourly dangers rise!
What snares beset my way!

To heaven, oh, let me lift mine eyes,
And hourly watch and pray.

2 How oft my mournful thoughts complain, And melt in flowing tears!

My weak resistance, ah, how vain!
How strong my foes and fears!

3 O gracious God! in whom I live,
My feeble efforts aid;

Help me to watch, and pray, and strive,
Though trembling and afraid.

4 Increase my faith, increase my hope,
When foes and fears prevail;
And bear my fainting spirit up,
Or soon my strength will fall.

5 Whene'er temptations fright my heart, Or lure my feet aside,

My God, thy powerful aid impart,
My Guardian and my Guide.

6 Oh, keep me in thy heavenly way,
And bid the tempter flee!

And let me never, never stray
From happiness and thee.

Our souls upon the road, And win our weak desires to drop

From glory and from God.

6 Oh, rich and priceless is the grace
That we shall there receive!
Nor once thine image shall deface,
Nor once thy spirit grieve.

1 LORD of earth! thy forming hand
Well this beauteous frame hath planned
Woods that wave, and hills that tower,
Ocean rolling in his power:
Yet amid this scene so fair,

Should I cease thy smile to share,
What were all its joys to me?
Whom have I on earth but thee?

2 Lord of heaven! beyond our sight
Shines a world of purer light;
There in love's unclouded reign
Parted hands shall meet again :
Oh, that world is passing fair!
Yet, if thou wert absent there,
What were all its joys to me?
Whom have I in heaven but thee?

3 Lord of earth and heaven! my breast Seeks in thee its only rest:

I was lost; thy accents mild

Homeward lured thy wandering child.
Oh! should once thy smile divine
Cease upon my soul to shine,

What were earth or heaven to me?
Whom have I in each but thee?

640 “Thou knowest that I love Thee." 8s, 7s & 7

1 I WILL love thee, all my treasure;
I will love thee, all my strength;
I will love thee without measure,
And without a stain at length:
I will love thee, Light Divine,
Till I die and find thee mine!

I

will praise thee, Sun of Glory!
For the bliss thy beams have brought:
will praise thee, will adore thee,
For the light I long had sought;
raise thee that thy words so blest
oothed my troubled soul to rest!

e my heart more warmly glowing,
Sweet and calm the tears I shed;
And its love, its ardor, showing,
Let my spirit onward tread:
Near to thee, and nearer still,
Draw this heart, this mind, this will.
I will love in joy or sorrow!

While I in this body dwell
I will love to-day, to-morrow,
With a love no words can tell:
I will love thec, Light Divine,
Till I die, and find thee mine!

We love thee, Lord, because, when we
Had erred and gone astray,
Thou didst recall our wandering souls
Into the homeward way;
When helpless, homeless, we were lost
In sin and sorrow's night,
Thou didst send forth a guiding ray
Of thy benignant light;-
Because, when we forsook thy ways,
Nor kept thy holy will,
Thou wert not the avenging Judge,
But gracious Father still;

Because, though we've forgot thee, Lord,

Thou hast not us forgot,

Though we have oft forsaken thee,

Yet thou forsakest not;

Because, O Lord, thou lovedst us
With everlasting love;

Because thou gav'st thy Son to die,
That we might live above;
Because, when we were heirs of wrath,
Thou gav'st the hopes of heaven:

We love because we much have sinned,
And much have been forgiven.

2 Thou art our portion here below,
Our promised bliss above;
Ne'er may our souls an object know
So precious as thy love.

3 When heart and flesh, O Lord, shall fail, Thou wilt our spirit cheer,

Support us through life's thorny vale,
And calm each anxious fear.

4 Yes, thou shalt be our guide through life,
And help and strength supply,
Sustain us in death's fearful strife,
And welcome us on high.

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"There is none like unto the Lord our
God."

1 My God, my Portion, and my Love, My everlasting All,

I've none but thee in heaven above, Or on this earthly ball.

2 To thee I owe my wealth and friends, My health, and safe abode:

C. M.

Thanks to thy name for meaner things,
But they are not my God.

3 How vain a toy is glittering wealth,
If once compared with thee?
Or what's my safety or my health,
Or all my friends to me?

4 Were I possessor of the earth,
And called the stars my own,
Without thy graces and thyself,
I were a wretch undone.

5 Let others stretch their arms like seas, And grasp in all the shore;

Grant me the visits of thy face,
And I desire no more.

C. M.

WHOм have we, Lord, in heaven, but thee,

And whom on earth beside?

Where else for succor can we flee,

Or in whose strength confide?

And while this earth is my abode,

I long for none but thee.

1 Mr God, my Life, my Love,
To thee, to thee I call;

I cannot live, if thou remove,
For thou art all in all.

2 To thee, and thee alone,

The angels owe their bliss:

They sit around thy gracious throne,
And dwell where Jesus is.

3 Not all the harps above

Can make a heavenly place,
If God his residence remove,
Or but conceal his face.

4 Nor earth, nor all the sky,
Can one delight afford
No, not a drop of real joy
Without thy presence, Lord.

5 Thou art the sea of love,

Where all my pleasures roll;

The circle where my passions move,
And center of my soul.

S. M.

L. M.

1 An, happy hours! whene'er upsprings
My soul to yon eternal source,
Whence the glad river downward sings,
Watering with goodness all my course.

2 Can I, with loveless heart, receive
Tokens of love that never cease?
Can I be thankless, Lord, and grieve
Thee, who art all my joy and peace?

3 Forth from thy rich and bounteous store
Life's common blessings daily flow;
More than I dare to ask, far more
Than I deserve, dost thou bestow.

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And there is none beside; From thee the streams of blessedness prc

In thee the blest abide,

Fountain of life and all-abounding grace Our Source, our Center, and our Dwelling place.

648 "Come, thou Fount of every blessing." 8s & 7s
1 COME, thou Fount of every blessing,
Tune my heart to sing thy grace;
Streams of mercy, never ceasing,
Call for songs of loudest praise.

2 Teach me some melodious measure,
Sung by flaming tongues above;
Oh the vast, the boundless treasure
Of thy free, unchanging love!
3 Jesus sought me when a stranger,

Wandering from the fold of God;
He, to rescue me from danger,
Interposed his precious blood.
4 Oh, to grace how great a debtor
Daily I'm constrained to be!
Let thy goodness, like a fetter,
Bind my wandering heart to thee.

5 Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it;
Prone to leave the God I love;
Here's my heart; oh, take and seal it, -
Seal it for thy courts above!