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3 And since, by passion's force subdued,
4 Not what we wish, but what we want,
HYMN 372. L. M. [#]
Desire of Wisdom and Obedience.
1 TEACH me, O teach me, Lord, thy way, That, to my life's remotest day, By thine unerring precepts led,
My feet thy heavenly paths may tread.
2 Informed by thee, with sacred awe,
3 Give me to know thy will aright,-
4 O turn from vanity mine eye;
HYMN 373. C. M. [#]
1 THOU art my Portion, O my God;
My willing heart obeys thy word,
2 I choose the path of heavenly truth,
3 The testimonies of thy grace
4 Now I am thine, forever thine;
5 Thou hast inclined this heart of mine
And thus, till mortal life shall end,
HYMN 374. L. M. [#]
1 YE humble souls, approach your God With songs of sacred joy and praise; For he is good, immensely good,
And kind are all his works and ways.
2 All nature owns his guardian care; In him we live, in him we move; But nobler benefits declare
His wonders in redeeming love.
3 From heaven he sent his holy Son
To save a world from death and sin; "Tis here he makes his goodness known, And proves it boundless and divine. 4 To this sure refuge, Lord, we come ; On this alone our hope relies; A safe defence, a peaceful home, Where storms of trouble never rise.
HUMILITY, PATIENCE AND
HYMN 375. L. M. [b]
1 WHEREFORE should man, frail child of clay, Who, from the cradle to the shroud, Lives but the insect of a day,
O, why should mortal man be proud?
2 His brightest visions just appear,
Then vanish, and no more are found;
A breath may level with the ground.
3 Follies and crimes, a countless sum, Are crowded in life's little span :
How ill, alas, does pride become
4 God of our lives, Father divine,
HYMN 376. C. M. [b]
1 ATTEND, my soul, with filial awe,
2 Now let me search and try my ways,
3 Teach me, my God, what's yet unknown, And all my crimes forgive;
Those crimes I would no more repeat,
4 My withered joys too plainly show
5 Father, I wait thy gracious call
That flow at thy right hand.
HYMN 377. C. M. [b]
Thirsting after God.
1. WHEN, fainting in the sultry waste, And parched with thirst extreme, The weary pilgrim longs to taste
The cool, refreshing stream,
2 So longs the weary, fainting mind,
Whence heavenly comfort flows.
4 O, when I thirst for thee, my God,
5 Then let my prayer to thee ascend,
My plaintive voice thou wilt attend,
HYMN 378. L. M. [b or #]
1 PATIENCE! O what a grace divine,