Once I admired its trifles too; 2 Its pleasures now no longer please, Far from my heart be joys like these, 3 As, by the light of opening day, 4 Creatures no more divide my choice; His name, and love, and pardoning voice, 5 Now, Lord! I would be thine alone, But may I hope that Thou wilt own 6 Yes, though of sinners I'm the worst, For if Thou hadst not loved me first, HYMN 136. (C. M. ATTERCliffe.) The Christian's life hid with Christ in God. Col. iii. 3. 1 To tell the Saviour all my wants, How pleasing is the task! Nor less to praise Him, when He grants 2 My labouring spirit vainly seeks With how much tenderness He speaks, 3 Nor were it wise, nor should I choose, Like precious wines, their taste they lose, Exposed to open air. 4 But this with boldness I proclaim, Nor care if thousands hear; Sweet is the memory of his name; Not life itself so dear. 5 And can you frown, my former friends, And blame the song that thus commends 6 Trust me, I drew the likeness true, Such honour may He give to you ;— HYMN 137. (C. M. ST. ANN's.) Jehovah our Righteousness. Isa. xxiii. 6. 1 GREAT God! how perfect are thy ways! But mine polluted are; Sin twines itself about my praise, And slides into my prayer, 2 When I would speak what Thou hast done, To save me from I cannot make thy mercies known, 3 Divine desire that holy flame, Thy grace creates in me; Alas impatience is its name, When it returns to Thee. 4 This heart, a fountain of vile thoughts, How does it overflow! While self upon the surface floats,.. 5 Let others in the gaudy dress The Lord shall be my righteousness, HYMN 138. (C. M. HARLEY.) The contrite heart. Isa. lvii. 15. 1 THE Lord will happiness divine 2 I hear, but seem to hear in vain, If aught is felt, 'tis only pain 3 I sometimes think myself inclined But often feel another mind, 4 My best desires are faint and few; But when I cry, "my strength renew," 5 Thy saints are comforted, I know, 6 Oh! make this heart rejoice or ach; HYMN 139. (C. M. PLEYEL..) For communion with God. 1 O FOR a closer walk with God, 2 Where is the blessedness I knew, 3 What peaceful hours I then enjoy'd ! 4 Return, O holy Dove! return, I hate the sins that made Thee mourn, 5 The dearest idol I have known, Help me to tear it from thy throne, 6 So shall my walk be close with God, The all sufficiency of the grace of Christ. 2 What strength have I against such foes, 4 Thus sorely press'd, I sought the Lord, To give me some supporting word; Again I sought, and yet again; I waited long, but not in vain. 4 Oh! 'twas a gracious word indeed, Exactly suited to my need; "Sufficient for thee is my grace; "Thy weakness my great power displays."* 5 Now I despond and mourn no more; I welcome all I fear'd before; 2 Cor. xii, 9. |