The joys of unity to prove,

The paradise of perfect love. Portugal.] HYMN 152.- L. M. 1 UTHOR of faith, we seek thy face,

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Confirm, and strengthen them in grace,

And bring thy feeblest children on. 2 Thou seest their wants, thou know'st their

names,
Be mindful of thy youngest care ;
Be tender of the new-born lambs,

And gently in thy bosom bear. 3 The lion roaring for his prey,

With ravening wolves on every side,
Watch over them to tear and slay,

If found one moment from their Guide. 4 Satan his thousand arts essays,

His agents all their powers employ,
To blast the blooming work of grace,

The heavenly offspring to destroy. 5 Baffle the crooked serpent's skill,

And turn his sharpest darts aside :
Hide from their eyes the dev'lish ill,

O save them from the demon, pride! 6 In safety lead thy little flock,

From hell, the world, and sin secure:
And set their feet upon the rock,

And make in thee their goings sure.

PRAYER AND WATCHFULNESS.

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Devotion.] HYMN 153. C. M.
' I WANT a. principle within,
A sensibility of sin,

A pain to feel it near;
I want the first approach to feel,

Of pride, or fond desire;
To catch the wand'ring of my will,

And quench the kindling fire.
2 From thee that I no more may part,

No more thy goodness grieve, The filial awe, the fleshly heart,

The tender conscience give. Quick as the apple of an eye,

O God, my conscience make! Awake my soul when sin is nigh,

And keep it still awake. 3 If to the right or left I stray,

That moment, Lord, reprove; And let me weep my life away,

For having griev'd thy love.
O may the least omission pain,

My well-instructed soul !
And drive me to the blood again,

Which makes the wounded whole.

Kentucky.] HYMN 154. S. M.
1 THE praying spirit breathe,

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From all entanglements beneath

Call of my peaceful heart;

My feeble mind sustain,

By worldly thoughts opprest;
Appear, and bid me turn again

To my eternal rest.
2 Swift to my rescue come,

Thine own this moment seize,
Gather my wand'ring spirit home,

And keep in perfect peace :
Suffer'd no more to rove

O’er all the earth abroad,
Arrest the pris'ner of thy love,

And shut me up in God.

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Mear.] HYMN 155. C. M.
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HEPHERD divine, our wants relieve,

In this our evil day;
To all thy tempted followers give

The power to watch and pray. 2 Long as our fiery trials last,

Long as the cross we bear, 0 let our souls on thee be cast

In never-ceasing prayer!
3 The spirit of interceding grace,

Give us in faith to claim;
To wrestle till we see thy face,

And know thy hidden name.
4 Till thou thy perfect love impart,

Till thou thyself bestow;
Be this the cry of every heart,

I will not let thee go.
5 I will not let thee go unless

Thou tell thy name to me;
With all thy great salvation bless,
And make me all like thee.

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6 Then let me on the mountain top

Behold thy open face;
Where faith in sight is swallow'd up,

And prayer in endless praise.

Matthias.] HYMN 156. S. M.

ESUS, my strength, my hope,

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With humble confidence look up,

And know thou hear'st my prayer.
Give me on thee to wait,

Till I can all things do,
On thee, almighty to create,

Almighty to renew.
2 I want a sober mind,

A self-renouncing will,
That tramples down, and casts behind,

The baits of pleasing ill.
A soul inur’d to pain,

To hardship, grief, and loss :
Bold to take up, firm to sustain,

The consecrated cross. 3 I want a godly fear,

A quick discerning eye,
That looks to thee when sin is near,

And sees the tempter fly;
A spirit still prepar'd,

And arm’d with jealous care,
For ever standing on its guard,

And watching unto prayer. 4 I want a heart to pray,

To pray and never cease,
Never to murmur at thy stay,

Or wish my, sufferings less.
This blessing, above all,
Always to pray I want,

Out of the deep on thee to call,

And never, never faint. 5 I want a true regard,

A single, steady aim,
Unmov'd by threat’ning or reward,

To thee and thy great name;
A jealous, just concern

For thine immortal praise ;
A pure desire that all may learn,
And glorify thy grace.
I rest upon thy word,

The promise is for me;
My succour and salvation, Lord,

Shall surely come from thee;
But let me still abide,

Nor from my hope remove,
Till thou my patient spirit guide,

Into thy perfect love.

Willowby.] HYMN 157. 48's & 26's.

And still my tempted soul stand by,
Throughout the evil day;
The sacred watchfulness impart,
And keep the issues of my heart,

And stir me up to pray.
2 My soul with thy whole armour arm,
In each approach of sin alarm,

And show the danger near:
Surround, sustain, and strengthen me,
And fill with godly jealousy,

And sanctifying fear. 3 Whene'er my careless hands hang down, O let me see thy gathering frown,

And feel thy warning eye;