The joys of unity to prove, Portugal.] HYMN 152. L. M. 1 UTHOR of faith, we seek thy face, A For all who feel thy work begun 2 Thou seest their wants, thou know'st their names, Be mindful of thy youngest care; With ravening wolves on every side, 4 Satan his thousand arts essays, His agents all their powers employ, And turn his sharpest darts aside : O save them from the demon, pride! 6 In safety lead thy little flock, From hell, the world, and sin secure : And make in thee their goings sure. PRAYER AND WATCHFULNESS. Devotion.] HYMN 153. C. M. 1 I WANT a principle within, Of jealous godly fear; A sensibility of sin, A pain to feel it near; To catch the wand'ring of my will, 2 From thee that I no more may part, 3 If to the right or left I stray, That moment, Lord, reprove; Kentucky.] HYMN 154. S. M. THE praying spirit breathe, From all entanglements beneath 2 1 My feeble mind sustain, By worldly thoughts opprest; Swift to my rescue come, Thine own this moment seize, S Mear.] HYMN 155. C. M. HEPHERD divine, our wants relieve, To all thy tempted followers give 2 Long as our fiery trials last, O let our souls on thee be cast 3 The spirit of interceding grace, 4 Till thou thy perfect love impart, 5 I will not let thee go unless Thou tell thy name to me; 6 Then let me on the mountain top Behold thy open face; 2 3 Where faith in sight is swallow'd up, Matthias.] HYMN 156. S. M. JESUS, my strength, my hope, thee I cast my care, With humble confidence look up, Till I can all things do, I want a sober mind, A self-renouncing will, That tramples down, and casts behind, A soul inur'd to pain, To hardship, grief, and loss: The consecrated cross. I want a godly fear, A quick discerning eye, That looks to thee when sin is near, A spirit still prepar'd, And arm'd with jealous care, I want a heart to pray, 5 6 Out of the deep on thee to call, I want a true regard, A single, steady aim, Unmov'd by threat'ning or reward, For thine immortal praise; I rest upon thy word, The promise is for me; My succour and salvation, Lord, Shall surely come from thee; Nor from my hope remove, Willowby.] HYMN 157. 48's & 26's. H and still my tempted soul stand by, ELP, Lord, to whom for help I fly, Throughout the evil day; The sacred watchfulness impart, 2 My soul with thy whole armour arm, And sanctifying fear. 3 Whene'er my careless hands hang down, O let me see thy gathering frown, And feel thy warning eye; |