2 Talk with me, Lord; Thyself reveal,
While here o'er earth I rove;
Speak to my heart; and let it feel
The kindling of thy love:

3 With Thee conversing, I forget
All time, and toil, and care :
Labour is rest, and pain is sweet,
If Thou, my God, art here.

4 Here then, my God, vouchsafe to stay, And make my heart rejoice;

My bounding heart shall own thy sway,
And echo to thy voice.

5 Thou callest me to seek thy face;
'Tis all I wish to seek,

To attend the whispers of thy grace,
And hear Thee inly speak.

6 Let this my every hour employ,
Till I thy glory see,
Enter into my Master's joy,
And find my heaven in Thee.

371.

After a journey.

1 THOU, Lord, hast bless'd my going out; O bless my coming in!

Compass my weakness round about,
And keep me safe from sin.

2 Still hide me in thy secret place,
Thy tabernacle spread;

Shelter me with preserving grace,
And guard my naked head.

3 To Thee for refuge may I run,
From sin's alluring snare;
Ready its first approach to shun,
And watching unto prayer.

4 O that I never, never more
Might from thy ways depart!

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Here let me give my wanderings o'er,
By giving Thee my heart.

5 Fix my new heart on things above,
And then from earth release:

I ask not life; but let me love,
And lay me down in peace.

372.

Delight in the Scriptures.

1 I LOVE the sacred book of God;
No other can its place supply:
It points me to the saints' abode;
It gives me wings, and bids me fly.
2 Sweet book! in thee my eyes discern
The image of my absent Lord :
From thine instructive page I learn
The joys his presence will afford.

3 But while I'm here, thou shalt supply
His place, and tell me of his love:
I'll read with faith's discerning eye,
And thus partake of joys above.

373.

Times and seasons.

1 WHY should I fear the darkest hour, Or tremble at the tempter's power? Jesus vouchsafes to be my tower.

2 Though hot the fight, why quit the field? Why must I either flee or yield, Since Jesus is my mighty shield?

3 When creature comforts fade and die, Worldlings may weep; but why should I? Jesus still lives, and still is nigh.

4 Though all the flocks and herds were dead, My soul a famine need not dread,

For Jesus is my living bread.

5 I know not what may soon betide, Or how my wants shall be supplied; But Jesus knows, and will provide.

6 Though sin would fill me with distress, The throne of grace I dare address, For Jesus is my righteousness.

7 Though faint my prayers, and cold my love, My steadfast hope shall not remove, While Jesus intercedes above.

8 Against me earth and hell combine; But on my side is power divine: Jesus is all, and He is mine.

374.

Prospect of the Resurrection unto life. 1 THROUGH Sorrow's night, and danger's path, Amid the deepening gloom,

We, soldiers of an injured King,
Are marching to the tomb.

2 There, when the turmoil is no more,
And all our powers decay,
Our cold remains in solitude
Shall sleep the years away.

3 Our labours done, securely laid
In this our last retreat,
Unheeded o'er our silent dust,
The storms of life shall beat.

4 Yet not thus lifeless, thus inane,
The vital spark shall lie;

For o'er life's wreck that spark shall rise
To seek its kindred sky.

5 These ashes too, this little dust,

Our Father's care shall keep,
Till the last angel rise and break
The long and dreary sleep.

6 Then love's soft dew o'er every eye
Shall shed its mildest rays,

And the long silent dust shall burst
With shouts of endless praise.

375.

The antepast of heaven.

I WHAT must it be to dwell above,
At God's right hand, where Jesus reigns,
Since the sweet earnest of his love
O'erwhelms us on these dreary plains!
No heart can think, no tongue explain,
What bliss it is with Christ to reign.

2 When sin no more obstructs our sight,
When sorrow pains our heart no more,
How shall we view the Prince of Light,
And all his works of grace explore!
What heights and depths of love divine
Will there through endless ages shine!
3 This is the heaven I long to know;
For this, with patience, I would wait,
Till, wean'd from earth, and all below,
I mount to my celestial seat,

And wave my palm, and wear my crown,
And, with the elders, cast them down.

376.

Fortitude and self-denial.

I AM I a soldier of the cross,
A follower of the Lamb?
And shall I fear to own his cause-
Or blush to speak his name?

2 Are there no foes for me to face?
Must I not stem the flood?
Is this vile world a friend to grace,
To help me on to God?

3 Sure I must fight, if I would reign;
Increase my courage, Lord!

I'll bear the toil, endure the pain,
Supported by thy word.

4 Thy saints in all this glorious war
Shall conquer though they're slain :
They see the triumph from afar,
And shall with Jesus reign.

5 When that illustrious day shall rise,
And all thy armies shine

In robes of victory through the skies,
The glory shall be thine.

377.

Walking with God.

1 OH! for a closer walk with God,
A calm and heavenly frame;
A light to shine upon the road
That leads me to the Lamb!

2. Where is the blessedness I knew,
When first I saw the Lord?
Where is the soul-refreshing view
Of Jesus, and his word?

3 What peaceful hours I once enjoy'd!
How sweet their memory still!
But they have left an aching void,
The world can never fill.

4 Return, O holy Dove, return,
Sweet messenger of rest;

I hate the sins that made Thee mourn,
And drove Thee from my breast.

5 The dearest idol I have known,
Whate'er that idol be,

Help me to tear it from thy throne,
And worship only Thee.

6 So shall my walk be close with God,
Calm and serene my frame;

So purer light shall mark the road
That leads me to the Lamb.