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3 Let me no more, in deep complaint,
My leanness, O my leanness! cry; Alone consumed with pining want,
Of all my Father's children 1.
Thy joyous presence shall remove;
The gift divine I ask of thee; The living water now bestow,
Thy Spirit and thyself, ou me. 2 For thou of life the fountain art,
None else can give or take away may I find it in my heart, And with me may it ever stay. 3 Thus may I drink,--and thirst no more
For drops of finite happiness; Spring up, O well, in beavenly power,
In streams of pure perennial peace. 828
C. M. Strength renewed by wailing upon the Lord.
ORD, I believe thy every word,
Thy every promise true;
Till I my strength renew.
Awhile show forth thy praise, Jesiis, support the tolt'ring clay,
And lengthen out my days.
The common Saviour's name,
quicken my mortal frame.
4 Still let me live thy blood to show,
Which purges every stain;
A few more years in pain.
1st P. M. 6 lines 88. Christ in
, Whose depth unfathom’d, no man knows: I see from far tly, beauteous light;
Inly I sigh for thy repose :
That strives with thee my heart to share 1
The Lord of every motion there;
No more, but Christ in me, may live;
Nor let one darling lust survive;
To save me from low-thoughied care;
Through all its latent mazes there :
My heart, that lowly waits thy call;
I am thy love, thy God, thy all!
1st P. M. 6 lines 88. An eye single to the glory of God. TEHOLD! the servant of the Lord,
I wait thy guiding hand to feel;
To prove and do thiy perfect will:
The meapest of thy creatures, me, The deed, the time, the manner choose;
Let all my fruit be found of thee : Let all my works in thee be wroughtBy thee to full perfection brought. 3 My every weak, though good design,
O'errule or change, as seems thee meet; Jesus, let all my work be thine!
Thy work, o Lord, is all complete, And pleasing in thy Father's sight;
Thou only hast done all things right. 4 Here, then, to thee thine own I leave;
Mvuld as thou wilt thy passive clay; But let me all thy stamp receive,
But let me all thy words obey : Serve with a single heart and eye, And to thy glory live and die. 831
Pilgrims and sojourners. TN every time and place,
Who serve the Lord most high, Are call' his sov'reign will to embrace,
And still their own deny: To follow his command,
Ou earth as pilgrims rove, And seek an undiscover'd land,
And house and friends above.
2 Father, the narrow path
To that far country show;
Enable me to go:
Where'er thou bidd'st me roam,
I reach my heavenly home.
8th P. M. 87, 87, 47.
Bread of heaven,
Whence the healing waters flow;
Bid my anxious fears subside :
Songs of praises
1st P. M. 6 lines 88,
No thought can reach, no tongue declare;
And reign without a rival there :
2 O grant that nothing in my soul
May dwell, but thy pure love alone : O may thy love possess me whole
My joy, my treasure, and my crown: Strange flames far from my heart remove; My every act, word, thought, be love. 3 Unwearied may I this pursue ;
Dauntless to the high prize aspiro;
This holy name, this heavenly fire:
In weakness be thy love my power; And when the stornis of life shall cease,
Jesus, in that important hour,,
C. V. The race for glory.
nervo, And press with vigour on; A heavenly race demands thy zeal,
And an immortal crown. 2 'Tis God's all-animating voice
That calls thee from on high ; 'Tis he wbose hand presents the priso
To thine Aspiring eye. 8 A cloud of witnesses around
Held thee in full survey; Forget the steps already trod,
And onward urge thy way.
Our race bave we begun;
We'll lay our trophies down,