The facred watchfulnefs impart,
And keep the iffues of my heart,
And ftir me up to pray.
2 My foul with thy whole armour arm,
In each approach of fin, alarm,
And fhew the danger near;
Surround, fuftain, and ftrengthen me,
And fill with godly jealousy,
And fancifying fear.
3 Whene'er my carclefs hands hang down,
O let me fee thy gath'ring frown,
And feel thy warning eye;
And ftarting, cry, from ruin's brink,
Save, Jefus, or I yield, I fink!
O fave me or I die!
4 If near the pit I rafhly ftray,
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 fhow,
And make me like thyfelf below,
Unblamable in grace;
Ready prepar'd and fitted here,
By perfect holiness t' appear
Before thy glorious face.
HYMN LXIV. L. M.
I ESUS, my Saviour, Brother, Friend,
On whom I caft my ev'ry care,
On whom for all things I depend,
Infpire, and then accept my pray'r.
2 If I have tafted of thy grace,
The grace that fure falvation brings;
If with me now thy Spirit ftays,
And hov'ring, hides me with his wings;
3 Still let him with my weakness stay, Nor for a moment's fpace depart: Evil and danger turn away,
And keep till he renews my heart,
4 When to the right or left I ftray,
His voice behind me may I hear,
"Return, and walk in Chrift thy way,
Fly back to Chrift, for fin is near.'
5 His facred unction from above
Be ftill my comforter and guide;
Till all the ftony he remove,
And in my loving heart refide.
6 Jefus, I fain would walk in thee,
From nature's ev'ry path retreat:
Thou art my way, my leader be,
And fet upon the rock my feet.
7 Uphold me, Saviour, or I fall;
O reach me out thy gracious hand!
Only on thee for help I call;
Only by faith in thee I stand.
CHARGE to keep I have:
A God to glorify;
A never-dying foul to fave,
And fit it for the sky;
To serve the present age,
My calling to fulfil;
O may it all my pow'rs engage
To do my Mafter's will.
Arm me with jealous care,
As in thy fight to live;
And O thy fervant, Lord, prepare
A ftrict account to give :
Help me to watch and pray,
And on thyself rely:
Affur'd if I my truft betray,
1 fhall for ever die.
E it my only wisdom here,
To ferve the Lord with filial fear,
With loving gratitude;
Superior fenfe may I display,
By fhunning ev'ry evil way
And walking in the good.
2 That I may still from fin depart,
A wife and understanding heart,
Jefus, to me be giv'n!
And let me through thy Spirit know,
To glorify my God below,
And find my way to heav'n.
OD of almighty love,
By whofe fufficient grace,
I lift my heart to things above,
And humbly feek thy face;
Thro' Jefus Chrift the juft,
My faint defire receive,
And let me in thy goodnefs truft,
And to thy glory live.
Whate'er I fay or do,
Thy glory be my aim;
My off'rings all be offer'd through
The ever-bleffed name;
Jefus, my fingle eye
Be fix'd on thee alone;
Thy name be prais'd on earth on high;
Thy will by all be done.
Spirit of faith, inspire
My confecrated heart:
Fill me with pure celeftial fire,
With all thou haft and art;
My feeble mind transform,
And, perfectly renew'd,
Into a faint exalt a worm :
A worm exalt to God!
THE thing my God doth hate,
That I no more may do,
Thy creature, Lord, again create,
And all my foul renew;
My foul, fhall then like thine,
Abhor the thing unclean,
And fanctify'd by love divine,
For ever cease from fin.
12 That bleffed law of thine,
Jefus, to me inipart;
Thy Spirit's law of life divine,
write it in my heart!
Implant it deep within,
Whence it may ne'er remove,
The law of liberty from fin,
The perfect law of love.
Thy nature be my law,
Thy fpotlefs fanctity,
And sweetly ev'ry moment draw
My happy foul to thee;
Soul of my foul remain,
Who didft for all fulfil,
In me, O Lord, fulfil again
Thy heav'nly Father's will.
FOR a heart to praise my God,
A heart from fin fet free!
A heart that always feels thy blood,
So freely spilt for me.
2 A heart refigned, fubmiffive, meek,
My great Redeemer's throne;
Where only Chrift is heard to speak,
Where Jefus reigns alone.
3 O for a lowly contrite heart,
Believing, true and clean!
Which neither life nor death can part≫
From him that dwells within.
4 A heart in ev'ry thought renew'd,
And full of love divine;
Perfect, and right, and pure, and good,
A copy, Lord of thine.
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