4 Let not, Lord, my wand'ring mind

Follow after fleeting toys,
Since in Thee alone I find

Solid and substantial joys;
Joys that never over-past,

Through eternity shall last.

5 Lord, how happy is the heart,

After Thee while it aspires !
True and faithful as Thou art,
Thou shalt answer its desires :

It shall see the glorious scene
Of thine everlasting reign.

W HAT shall we render unto Thee,

I Thou glorious Lord of life and pow'r !
Teach us to bow the humble knee ;
Teach us with thankfulness t'adore ;

To praise Thee as thy saints above;
To praise Thee for thy wondrous love.

2 When like lost sheep we wander'd wide,

And left the watchful shepherd's eye;
When borne along th’impetuous tide
Of this world's sin and vanity;

Our Jesus from the heav'ns came down
To save us by his grace alone.

3 He bore our sins upon the tree,

(To seek and save the lost he came :)
There was he bound to set us free
From death and everlasting shame:

The captive flock from hell was freed,

And ransom'd when their shepherd bled. 4 Before the Father's awful throne,

Our merciful High Priest he stands;
And interceding for his own,
The purchas'd remnant now demands;

His people's everlasting friend,

Who loving-loves them to the end. 5 May we his blood-bought flock rejoice,

Him for our Lord and God to own,
To take Him as our only choice;
To cleave to Him, in love alone;

Be growing up in holiness,
Then meet Him in the realms of peace.

6 Then shall our grateful songs abound,

And ev'ry tear be wip'd away;
No sin, no sorrow shall be found,'.
No night o'er-cloud the endless day;

O praise Him! all beneath, above,
O praise Him! praise the God of love.

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For Spiritual Strength. SON of God, thy blessing grant,

Still supply my ev'ry want,

Tree of life thine influence shed,
With thy sap my spirit feed.
2 Tend'rest branch, alas ! am I,

Wither without thee, and die,
Week as helpless infancy,

O confirm my soul in thee! 3 Unsustain’d by thee, I fall,

Send the strength for which I call;
Weaker than a bruised reed,

Help I ev'ry moment need.
4 All my hopes on thee depend,

Love me, save me to the end!
Give me thy thy continu'd grace,

Take the everlasting praise ! 79 Panting after God.

P. M. MHOU hidden love of God, whose height,

1 Whose depth unfathom’d no man knows, I see from far thy beauteous light,

And longing sigh for thy repose ; My heart is pain’d, nor can it be

At rest, till it find rest in thee. 2 Is there a thing beneath the sun,

That strives with thee my heart to share ? Ah! tear it thence, and reign alone

The Lord of ev'ry motion there:
Then shall my heart from earth be free,
When it has found repose in thee.

3 O hide this self from me, that I

No more, but Christ in me, may live! My vile affections crucify,

Nor let one darling lust survive: In all things nothing may I see,

Nothing desire, or seek, but thee! 4 O love! thy sov'reign aid impart,

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. 5 Each moment draw from earth away

My heart, that lowly waits thy call; Speak to my inmost soul, and say,

“ I am thy God, thy Life, thy All!!! To feel thy pow'r, to hear thy voice, To taste thy love--be all my choice!

Grace.
CRACE! 'tis a charming sound,

U Harmonious to the ear;
Heav'n with the echo shall resound,

And all the earth shall hear. 2 Grace first contriv'd a way

To save rebellious man;
And all the steps that grace display,

Which drew the wond'rous plan.

'Twas grace that wrote my name

In thy eternal book ;
'Twas grace that gave me to the Lamb,

Who all my sorrows took,
Grace forc'd my wand'ring feet

To tread the heav'nly road;
And new supplies each hour I meet:

While pressing on to God.
Grace taught my soul to pray,

And made my eyes o'erflow;
'Twas grace which kept me to this day,

And will not let me go.
Grace all the work shall crown,

Through everlasting days;
It lays in heaven the top-most stone,

And well deserves the praise.

O let thy grace inspire
My soul with strength divine !
May all my pow’rs to Thee aspire,

And all my days be thine.

JESUS, thy blood and righteousness,

My beauty are, my glorious dress; Midst flaming worlds, in these array'd, With joy shall I lift up my head.