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207.

In the business of life.

1 SUMMON'D my labour to renew,
And glad to act my part,
Lord, in thy name my task I do,
And with a single heart.

2 End of my every action Thou!
Thyself in all I see :

Accept my hallow'd labour now;
I do it unto Thee.

3 Whate'er the Father views as thine,
He views with gracious eyes;
Jesus, this mean oblation join
To thy great sacrifice.

208.

The desire of all nations.

1 INFINITE excellence is thine,
Thou glorious Prince of Grace!
Thy uncreated beauties shine
With never-fading rays.

2 Sinners, from earth's remotest end,
Come bending at thy feet;

To Thee their prayers and songs ascend,
In Thee their wishes meet.

3 Millions of happy spirits live

On thy exhaustless store;

From Thee they all their bliss receive,
And still Thou givest more.

4 Thou art their triumph and their joy; They find their all in Thee;

Thy glories will their tongues employ
Through all eternity.

209.

Surrendering to the will of the All-wise.
1 OH Thou whose mercy guides my way,
Though now it seem severe,
Forbid my unbelief to say,

There is no mercy here!

2 O grant me to desire the pain
That comes in kindness down,
More than the world's supremest gain
Succeeded by a frown!

3 When, though Thou bend my spirit low,
Love only shall I see;

The very hand that strikes the blow,
Was wounded once for me.

210.

The House of Prayer.

1 THY mansion is the Christian's heart, O Lord, thy dwelling-place secure! Bid the unruly throng depart,

And leave the consecrated door.

2 Devoted as it is to Thee,

A thievish swarm frequents the place;
They steal away my joys from me,
And rob my Saviour of his praise.
3 There too a sharp designing trade,
Sin, Satan, and the world maintain ;
Nor cease to press me, and persuade,
To part with ease, and purchase pain.
4 I know them, and I hate their din,
Am weary of the bustling crowd;
But while their voice is heard within,
I cannot serve Thee as I would.

5 O! for the joy thy presence gives,

What peace shall reign when Thou art here!
Thy presence makes this den of thieves
A calm delightful house of prayer.

6 And if Thou make thy temple shine,
Yet, self-abased, will I adore;

The gold and silver are not mine,
I give Thee what was thine before.

211.

Looking upwards in a Storm.

1 GOD of my life to Thee I call, Afflicted at thy feet I fall;

When the great water-floods prevail,
Leave not my trembling heart to fail!
2 Friend of the friendless, and the faint;
Where should I lodge my deep complaint?
Where but with Thee, whose open door
Invites the helpless and the poor?
3 Did ever mourner plead with Thee,
And Thou refuse that mourner's plea?
Does not the word still fix'd remain,
That none shall seek thy face in vain?
4 That were a grief I could not bear,
Didst Thou not hear and answer prayer;
But a prayer-hearing, answering God,
Supports me under every load.

5 Fair is the lot that's cast for me;
I have an Advocate with Thee;
They whom the world caresses most,
Have no such privilege to boast.

6 Poor though I am, despised, forgot,
Yet God, my God, forgets me not;
And he is safe, and must succeed,
For whom the Lord vouchsafes to plead.

212.

Retirement.

1 FAR from the world, O Lord, I flee,
From strife and tumult far;

From scenes where Satan wages still;
His most successful war.

2 The calm retreat, the silent shade,
With prayer and praise agree;
And seem by thy sweet bounty made
For those who follow Thee.

3 There, if thy Spirit touch the soul,
And grace her mean abode,

O, with what peace, and joy, and love,
She communes with her God!

4 There like the nightingale she pours
Her solitary lays;

Nor asks a witness of her song,
Nor thirsts for human praise.

5 Author and Guardian of my life,
Sweet Source of light divine,
And (all harmonious names in one)
My Saviour, Thou art mine!

6 What thanks I owe Thee, and what love,
A boundless, endless store,
Shall echo through the realms above
When time shall be no more.

213.

The Glory and Goodness of God.

I THOUSANDS of thousands stand around
Thy throne, O God most high!
Ten thousand times ten thousand sound
Thy praise but who am I?

2 Thy brightness unto them appears,
Whilst I thy footsteps trace:

A sound of God comes to my ears,
But they behold thy face.

3 How great a being, Lord, is thine,
Which doth all beings keep!
Thy knowledge is the only line
To sound so vast a deep.

4 How good art Thou, whose goodness is Our Parent, Nurse, and Guide:

Whose streams do water Paradise,

And all this earth beside!

5 Thine upper and thine nether springs
Make both thy worlds to thrive :
Under thy warm and sheltering wings
Thou keep'st two broods alive.

6 Thy arm of might, most mighty King,
Both rocks and hearts doth break;
My God, Thou can'st do every thing,
But what should show Thee weak.
How awful is thy searching eye,
Witness to all that's true!
Dark hell, and deep hypocrisy
Lie plain before its view.

8 Most pure and holy are thine eyes,
Most holy is thy name;
Thy saints, and laws, and penalties,
Thy holiness proclaim.

9 Mercy, that shining attribute,
The sinner's hope and plea;
Huge hosts of sins in their pursuit
Are drown'd in that Red Sea.

10 Thy wisdom, which both makes and mends, We ever must admire: Creation all our wit transcends;

Redemption rises higher.

11 Great is thy truth, and shall prevail To unbelievers' shame;

Thy truth and years do never fail,

Thou ever art the same.

12 Unbelief is a raging wave
Dashing against a rock:

If God doth not his Israel save.
Then let the Egyptians mock.

13 Thy bright back-parts, O God of grace,
I humbly here adore;

Show me thy glory and thy face,
That I may praise Thee more.

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