And starting, cry from ruin's brink. 4 If near the pit I rashly stray, The keen conviction dart! That kind upbraiding glance, which broke 3 In me thine utmost mercy show, New Sabbath.] HYMN 158. L. M. 1 JESUS, my Saviour, brother, friend, whom I cast my every care, On whom for all things I depend, Inspire, and then accept my prayer. 2 If I have tasted of thy grace, The grace that sure salvation brings; If with me now thy Spirit stays, And hov'ring, hides me in his wings: 3 Still let him with my weakness stay, Nor for a moment's space depart; Evil and danger turn away, And keep till he renews my heart. 5 His sacred unction from above, Till all the stony he remove, And in my loving heart reside. O reach me out thy gracious hand! Kentucky.] HYMN 159. S. M. 2 A CHARGE to keep I have, A never-dying soul to save, To serve the present age, O may it all my powers engage, Arm me with jealous care, And O thy servant, Lord, prepare, Help me to watch and pray, Assur'd if I my trust betray, I shall for ever die. St. Johns.] HYMN 160. 48's & 26'5, E it my only wisdom here, BE To serve the Lord with filial fear, With loving gratitude; Superior sense may I display, By shunning every evil way, And walking in the good. 20 may I still from sin depart; And let me through thy Spirit know, And find my way to heaven. Asbury.] HYMN 161. C. M. HOW vain are all things here below, How false, and yet how fair! Each pleasure hath its poison too, 2 The brightest things below the sky We should suspect some danger nigh, 3 Our dearest joys, and nearest friends, 4 The fondness of a creature's love, 5 Dear Saviour, let thy beauties be And grace command my heart away Stafford.] HYMN 162. S. M. 1 GOD of almighty love, By whose sufficient grace, I lift my heart to things above, 2 3 And let me in thy goodness trust, Whate'er I say or do, My offerings all be offer'd through The ever-blessed name. Be fix'd on thee alone: Thy name be prais'd on earth, on high, Spirit of faith, inspire My consecrated heart; Fill me with pure celestial fire, New Sabbath.] HYMN 163. L. M. 1 PIERCE fill me with a humble My utter helplessness reveal; Satan and sin are always near; Thee may I always nearer feel. 2 O that to thee my constant mind Might with an even flame aspire! Pride in its earliest motions find, And mark the risings of desire. fear, 30 that my tender soul might fly The slightest touch of sin to feel, 4 Till thou anew my soul create, Still may I strive, and watch, and pray'; Humbly and confidently wait, And long to see the perfect day. Broadmead.] HYMN 164. 6 lines 8's. WATCH NIGHT. FT have we pass'd the guilty night, On have we The creature was our sole delight, 2 We will not close our wakeful eyes, 3 We can, O Jesus, for thy sake, Devote our every hour to thee; 4 Bless'd object of our faith and love, Of saints, and let our joys abound; 60 may we all triumphant rise, |