I want I know not what,

I want my wants to see,
I want, alas! what want I not,
When Thou art not in me!

A PRAYER FOR HUMILITY.

I O My Father and my God,

Look upon Thine helpless child! Thou hast laid aside Thy rod,

Thou in Christ art reconciled:

Hear me then, my Father, hear,
Good and gracious as Thou art,
Fill me with an holy fear,

Give me, Lord, an humble heart.

2 O! 'tis all I want below,

Jesus and myself to feel;
Only sin and grace to know,

All the good and all the ill.
Show me, Father, what I am;

Show me what in Christ Thou art,

All my glory, all my shame;
Give me, Lord, an humble heart.

3 Listen to my ceaseless cries;
Mean and little may I be,
Base and vile in my own eyes,
Grieved at my own misery.

Show, and then my sickness cure;
Make me know as I am known,
Wound my spirit, make me poor,

Break, O break this heart of stone.

A Prayer for Humility.

4 Dust and ashes is my name;

Sinful dust and ashes, I

Back return from whence I came,
Earth to earth I sink, and die.

Abject I, yet haughty too,

Nothing of my own possess,

Nothing of myself can do,

Proud of sin and proud of grace.

5 O the curse, the plague I feel,
By the demon Pride pursued!
Proud to see I merit hell,

Proud I am that God is good,
Proud that Thou my works hast wrought,
Proud that I was justified,
Proud in every word and thought;

All my fallen soul is pride.

6 My own glory still I seek,

Still I covet human praise,

Still in all I do, or speak,

Thee I wrong, and rob Thy grace;

Nature will usurp a share,

Fondly of Thy graces boast,
Needlessly Thy gifts declare,
Needlessly declared and lost.

7 And must that which is so good
Evil prove to helpless me?

Poison shall I draw from food,

Sin from grace, and pride from Thee?

O forbid it, humble love;

Hide me, O my Father, hide;

Far away this snare remove,

Save me from the demon Pride.

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8 Wean my soul, and keep it low;
Do not with Thy gifts destroy;
Lowliness of heart bestow,

Give me this, or take my joy:
If with me Thou wilt not stay,
Let my comfort all depart;
Take my joy and peace away,
Leave me but an humble heart.

9 Father, hear; to Thee I cry,

Thee in Jesu's name conjure,
With my one request comply,

Make me humble, make me poor ;
This of all Thy gifts impart :
When I am of this possest,

When Thou giv'st an humble heart,
If Thou canst, withhold the rest.

A THANKSGIVING.

1 LORD, and am I yet alive,

Not in torments, not in hell!
Still doth Thy good Spirit strive,
With the chief of sinners dwell!

Yes; I still lift up my eyes,

Will not of Thy love despair,

Still in spite of sin I rise,

Still to call Thee mine I dare.

2 O the length and breadth of love!
Jesu, Saviour, can it be?

All Thy mercy's height I prove,
All its depth is seen in me!

For the Spirit of Prayer.

O the miracle of

grace!

Tell it out to sinners, tell;

Fiends, and men, and angels, gaze,
I am, I am out of hell!

3 Turn aside, a sight to' admire,
I the living wonder am!
See a bush that burns with fire,
Unconsumed amidst the flame !

See a stone that hangs in air!
See a spark in oceans dwell!
Kept alive, with death so near,
I am, I am out of hell!

FOR THE SPIRIT OF PRAYER.

I FATHER, in the mighty name
Of Thy well-beloved Son,
One of all Thy gifts I claim,

All my wants I speak in one;
Let me for the promise stay,
Only give me power to pray.

2 Sensible delights on me,

Peace or joy, if Thou bestow,
Thankful I receive from Thee;
Or let all my comforts go,
Take Thine other gifts away,
Only give me power to pray.
3 See Thy poor afflicted child,

Patient and resign'd in pain;
Let me wander o'er the wild,

Never more will I complain;

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Here for ever let me stay,
Only give me power to pray.

4 Let the pangs that fill my breast Fully all to Thee be known, Griefs that cannot be exprest

Let me tell Thee in a groan ; Haste to help me, or delay, Only give me power to pray.

5 Grant me comfort, or deny;
Visit, or from me depart :
Only let Thy Spirit cry,

Abba, Father, in my heart;
Abba, Father, would I say,
Only give me power to pray.

SUBMISSION.

I WHEN, my Saviour, shall I be
Perfectly resign'd to Thee!
Poor and vile in my own eyes,
Only in Thy wisdom wise ;-
Only Thee content to know,
Ignorant of all below,
Only guided by Thy light,
Only mighty in Thy might.

2 Take my nature's strength away,
Every comfort, every stay,
Every hindrance of Thy love,
All my power to act or move;