HE THAT LOSETH HIS LIFE FOR MY SAKE SHALL FIND IT.

[Matthew x. 39.]

I BE it according to Thy word;
This moment let it be !

O that I now, my dearest Lord,
Might lose my life for Thee!

2 Now, Jesu, let Thy powerful death
Into my being come;

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Slay the old Adam with Thy breath,
The Man of Sin consume.

Whate'er I have, or can, or am,

I now would fain resign,

And lose my nature and my name,
O God, to purchase Thine.

4 Withhold whate'er my flesh requires,
Poison my pleasant food,
Spoil my delights, my vain desires,
My all of creature good.

5 My old affections mortify,
Nail to the cross my will,
Daily and hourly bid me die,
Or altogether kill.

6 Passion and appetite destroy;
Tear, tear this pride away;
And all my boast, and idle joy,

And all my nature, slay.

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Watch in all Things.

7 Jesu, my life, appear within,
And bruise the serpent's head;
Enter my soul, extirpate sin,

Cast out the cursed seed.

8 Thou wilt, I know Thou wilt, appear,
And end this inward strife;
Thy harbinger proclaims Thee near,
And death makes way for life.

9 Hast Thou not made me willing, Lord?
Would I not die this hour?

Then speak the killing, quickening word,
Slay, raise me by Thy power.
10 Slay me, and I in Thee shall trust,
With Thy dead men arise,

Awake, and sing from out the dust
Soon as this nature dies.

II O let it now make haste to die,
The mortal wound receive:
So shall I live; and yet not I,
But Christ in me shall live.
12 Be it according to Thy word;
This moment let it be !

The life I lose for Thee, my Lord,
I find again in Thee.

WATCH IN ALL THINGS.
[2 Timothy iv. 5.]

I JESU, my Saviour, Brother, Friend,
On 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, hovering, 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.

4 When to the left or right I stray,

His voice behind me may I hear:
"Return, and walk in Christ thy way,
Fly back to Christ, for sin is near.”

5 His sacred unction from above

Be still my comforter and guide,
Till all the stony He remove,
And in my loving heart reside.

6 Jesu, I fain would walk in Thee,

From nature's every path retreat; Thou art my way, my Leader be, And set upon the rock my feet.

7 Uphold me, Saviour, or I fall;

O reach me out Thy gracious hand :
Only on Thee for help I call,
Only by faith in Thee I stand.

8 Pierce, fill me with an humble fear, My utter helplessness reveal; Satan and sin are always near,

Thee may I always nearer feel.

Watch in all Things.

9 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.

10 O that my tender soul might fly The first abhorr'd approach of ill, Quick as the apple of an eye

The slightest touch of sin to feel.

II Till Thou anew my soul create,

Still may I strive, and watch, and pray,
Humbly and confidently wait,

And long to see Thy perfect day.

12 My whole regard still may I place On the faint ray of opening light, (The sure prophetic word of grace,)

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That glimmers through my nature's night.

13 Here let my soul's sure anchor be, Here let me fix my wishful eyes,

And wait till I exult to see

The Day-star in my heart arise.

14 My Lord, Thou wilt not long delay;
This inward calm proclaims Thee near;
Sorrow and doubt are fled away,

My Lord shall in my heart appear.

15 Jesu, my Saviour, Brother, Friend,
As I believe, so let it be ;

O make me patient to the end,
And then reveal Thyself in me.

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A PRAYER FOR HOLINESS.

EVER fainting with desire,

For Thee, O Christ, I call;
Thee I restlessly require,

I want my God, my all;
Jesu, dear redeeming Lord,
I wait Thy coming from above:
Help me, Saviour, speak the word,
And perfect me in love.

Wilt Thou suffer me to go
Lamenting all my days?
Shall I never, never know

Thy sanctifying grace?
Wilt Thou not Thy light afford,

The darkness from my soul remove?
Help me, Saviour, &c.

Wretched, naked, poor, and blind,

Afflicted and distrest,

Settled peace I cannot find,

Uninterrupted rest,

Till my spirit is restored,

And fix'd my heart on things above :

Help me, Saviour, &c.

Gifts, alas! cannot suffice,

And comforts all are vain;

While one evil thought can rise,

I am not born again;*
Still I am not as my Lord,
Thy holy will I do not prove :

Help me, Saviour, &c.

* See Note, Vol. I., p. 370, and reference there.