4 Light in thy light, O may I fee, 5 Lift up thy countenance ferene, Behold, without a cloud between, 6 That all-comprifing peace bestow 1 HYMN LVIII. ALMIGHTY God of love, Thy holy arm difplay! Send me fuccour from above, Arm my weakness with thy pow'r, 2 Rock of my falvation, hafte, And screen my naked head: 3 Set upon the Rock my feet, I Let me in the cleft be plac'd; HYMN LIX. L. M. COM NOME, Saviour, Jefus, from above! 2 O let thy facred prefence fill, 3 While in this region here below, 4 That path with humble fpeed I'll feek, Of any other love but thine. 5 Henceforth may no profane delight Divide this confecrated foul: Poffefs it thou who haft the right, As Lord and Master of the whole. 6 Nothing on earth do I defire, But thy pure love within my breast; I TH HYMN LX. S. M. HE praying fpirit breathe, By worldly thoughts oppreft; 2 Swift to my rescue come, I Thine own this moment feize, S HYMN LXI. C. M. HEPHERD divine, our wants relieve, To all thy tempted foll'wers give 2 Long as our fi'ry trials last, 3 The fpirit of interceding grace, 4 Till thou thy perfect love impart, 5 I will not let thee go, unlefs 6 Then let me on the mountain-top, I 2 3 Where faith in fight is fwallow'd up, HYMN LXII. S. M. ESUS, my ftrength, my hope, With humble confidence look up, And know thou hear'ft my pray'r; Give me on thee to wait, Till I can all things do, On thee, Almighty to create, I want a fober mind, A felf-renouncing will That tramples down and cafts behind, The baits of pleafing ill: A foul inur'd to pain, To hardship, grief, and lofs: Bold to take up, firm to fuftain, The confecrated cross. I want a Godly fear, A quick difcerning eye, That looks to thee when fin is near, 4 5 6 I A fpirit ftill prepar'd, And arm'd with jealous care, I want a heart to pray, Το pray and never ceafe, Or with my fuff'rings lefs: This bleffing above all.... Always to pray I want, Out of the deep on thee to call, I want a true regard. A fingle, fteady aim, Unmov'd by threat'ning or reward, To thee and thy great name; A jealous, juft concern For thine immortal praife; A pure defire that all may learn, And glorify thy grace. I reft upon thy word, The promife is for me: My fuccour and salvation, Lord, Nor from my hope remove, HR HYMN LXIII. 67 TELP, Lord, to whom for help I fly; |