PRAYER AND WATCHFULNESS,

153 New-Bedford-p. 19.] C. M. I ,

WANT a principle within,
A sensibility of sin,

A pain to feel it near ;
I want the first approach to feel,

Of pride, or fond desire ;
To catch the wand'ring of my will,

And quench the kindling fire.
2 From thee that I no more may part,

No more thy goodness grieve,
The filial awe, the fleshly heart,

The tender conscience give.
Quick as the apple of an eye,

O God, my conscience make!
Awake my soul when sin is nigh,

And keep it still awake,
3 If to the right or left I stray,

That moment, Lord, reprove ;
And let me weep my life away,

For having grieved thy love.
O may the least omission pain

My well-instructed soul!
And drive me to the blood again,

Which makes the wounded whole.
154
Lucern-p. 121.]

S. M.
THE praying spirit breathe,

From all entanglements beneath

Call off my peaceful heart ;

My feeble mind sustain,

By worldly thoughts oppress'd;
Appear, and bid me turn again

To my eternal rest.
2 Swift to my rescue come,

Thine own this moment seize;
Gather my wand'ring spirit home,

And keep in perfect peace :
Suffer'd no more to rove

O'er all the earth abroad,
Arrest the prisoner of thy love,
And shut me up in God.

* 155 Clarendon-p. 33.] C. M. SHEPHERD divine, our wants relieve

:
To all thy tempted followers give

The power to watch and pray. 2 Long as our fiery trials last,

Long as the cross we bear, O let our souls on thee be cast

In never-ceasing prayer !
3 The spirit of interceding grace

Give us in faith to claim ;
To wrestle till we see thy face,

And know thy hidden name.
4 Till thou thy perfect love impart ;

Till thou thyself bestow ;
Be this the cry of every heart,

I will not let thee go.
5 I will not let thee go unless

Thou tell thy name to me; With all thy great salvation bless. And make me all like thee.

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6 Then let me on the mountain top

Behold thy open face ;
Where faith in sight is swallow'd up,
And
prayer

in endless praise. 156 Camberwell—p. 125.] S. M.

JESUS, my strength, my hope,

I , With humble confidence look up,

And know thou hear'st my prayer. Give me on thee to wait,

Till I can all things do, On thee, almighty to create,

Almighty to renew.
2 I want a sober mind,

A self-renouncing will,
That tramples down, and casts behind

The baits of pleasing ill.
A soul inured to pain,

To hardship, grief, and loss : Bold to take up, firm to sustain,

The consecrated cross. 3 I want a godly fear,

A quick discerning, eye,
That looks to thee when sin is near,

And sees the tempter fly;
A spirit still prepared,

And arm’d with jealous care,
For ever standing on its guard,

And watching unto prayer.
4 I want a heart to pray,
Το
pray

and never cease,
Never to murmur at thy stay,

Or wish my sufferings less.
This blessing, above all,

Always to pray, I want,

Out of the deep on thee to call,

And never, never faint.
5 I want a true regard,

A single, steady aim,
Unmoved by threatening or reward,

To thee and thy great name ;
A jealous, just concern

For thine immortal praise ;
A pure desire that all may learn,

And glorify thy grace.
6 I rest upon thy word,

The promise is for me ;
My succour and salvation, Lord,

Shall surely come from thee;
But let me still abide,

Nor from my hope remove,
Till thou my patient spirit guide

Into thy perfect love. 157 Byzantium–p. 197.] 4th P. M. 886,886. HELP

ELP, Lord, to whom for help I fly,

And still my tempted soul stand by
Throughout the evil day;
The sacred watchfulness impart,
And keep the issues of my heart,

And stir me up to pray.
2 My soul with thy whole armour arm,
In each approach of sin alarm,

And show the danger near :
Surround, sustain, and strengthen me,
And fill with godly jealousy

And sanctifying fear.
3 Whene'er my careless hands hang down,
O let me see thy gathering frown,

And feel thy warning eye ;

And starting, cry from ruin's brink,
Save, Jesus, or I yield, I sink!
O save me, or I die!

4 If near the pit I rashly stray,
Before I wholly fall away,

The keen conviction dart! Recall me by that pitying look, That kind upbraiding glance, which broke Unfaithful Peter's heart.

5 In me thine utmost mercy show,
And make me like thyself below,
Unblameable in grace;

Ready prepared and fitted here,
By perfect holiness t' appear
Before thy glorious face.

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L. M.