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2 The day of thy great power I feel,
And pant for liberty;
And give up all for thee.
For I renounce them too;
Thy strength shall all subdue.
And, sitting at thy feet,
With all my soul submit.
O that I could at last submit
To lay my soul at Jesus' feet. 2 Rest for my soul I long to find :
Saviour of all, if mine thou art, Give me thy meek and lowly mind,
And stamp thine image on my heart. 3 Break off the yoke of inbred sin,
And fully set my spirit free;
Thy light and easy burden prove;
The labour of thy dying love. 5 I would, but thou must give the power;
My heart from every sin release; Bring near, bring near the joyful hour,
And fill me with thy perfect peace.
4th P. M. 886, 886.
The blessed hope.
From sin forever cease ?
It gives me back my peace.
Thy sacred word is past;
Shall live to God at last.
That hides my life above:
The faithful God of love.
I faithfully commend ; Assured that thou through life wilt save, And show thyself beyond the grave My everlasting Friend.
5th P. M. 4 lines 7s.
Rejoicing in hope.
The faithe is all in the helper be:
3 We are now his lawful right;
And throughly purge thy floor. 2 The chaff of sin, the accursed thing,
Far from our souls be driven; The wheat into thy garner bring,
And lay us up for heaven. 3 Whate'er offends thy glorious eyes, . Far from our hearts remove; As dust before the whirlwind flies,
Disperse it by thy love.
From every sin set free;
And perfected in thee.
20th P. M. 66, 77, 77.
The willing captive.
J To me thy succour bring;
Help for all on thee is laid :
Send me now the promised aid.
O look with pity down!
Captive lead captivity:
Christ, be Lord, be King to me!
And only thee obey; -
This my one, my ceaseless prayer,-
O set up thy kingdom there !
And spread thy victory;
Pride, and wrath, and every foe,
Conqu’ring and to conquer go. 515
C. M. The omnipotence of love. MOD of eternal truth and grace, U Thy faithful promise seal ; Thy word, thy oath, to Abrah’m's race,
In me, O Lord, fulfil.
Which cannot ask in vain;
Till I my suit obtain :
3 Till thou into my soul inspire
The perfect love unknown; And tell my infinite desire,—
Whate'er thou wilt, be done. 4 On me the faith divine bestow,
Which doth the mountain move; And all my spotless life shall show
The' omnipotence of love. 516
5th P. M. 4 lines 7s.
Descend to make me whole. 2 The sharpness of thy two-edged sword:
Enable me to endure;
Hath wrought a perfect cure.