The joys of unity to prove,
The paradise of perfect love.

Portugal.] HYMN 152. L. M.

1 UTHOR of faith, we seek thy face,

A For all who feel thy work begun
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.

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;
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.

THE praying spirit breathe,
The watching power impart;

From all entanglements beneath
Call off my peaceful heart;

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1

My feeble mind sustain,

By worldly thoughts opprest;
Appear, and bid me turn again
To my eternal rest.

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.

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,

O 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;

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3

Where faith in sight is swallow'd up,
And prayer in endless praise.

Matthias.] HYMN 156. S. M.

JESUS, my strength, my hope,

thee I cast my care,

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.

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.

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.

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,

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6

Out of the deep on thee to call,
And never, never faint.

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.

H and still my tempted soul stand by,

ELP, Lord, to whom for help I fly,

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;