275. (ST. LUKE XXII. 61.) MY Lord, my God, if fear or shame Drive from my lips Thy praise divine; If, when a cold world scorns Thy name, I stand not forth to own Thee mine; If faithless doubts my soul assail, Or sins have made me false to Thee; As once on Thy disciple frail, So turn, dear Lord, and look on me. Cast but one kind reproachful look, Thy grace that would not let me fall, O let me feel Thee watching still, That look shall call me back to weep. Look ever on me till I come Where I no more can fall from Thee; Then in the heavenly Father's home With Thy salvation look on me. F. D. MORICE, 1876. 276. LORD, if Thou Thy grace impart, Poor in spirit, meek in heart, Like the Saviour we shall be, Clothed with humility; Simple, teachable, and mild, Humble as a little child, Pleased with what the Lord provides, Weaned from all the world besides. Father, fix our souls on Thee; Every evil let us flee, Always happy in Thy love, Looking for our rest above. All that seek will surely find Based upon a version of Psalm cxxxi., by CHARLES WESLEY, 1743. |