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3 We call to mind those happier days,
4 Rememb'ring, Lord, how once we felt,
5 Let sorrows yield to thine embrace;
441. L. M.
The same. Psalm cxxxvii. 1-4.
HERE Babel's streams ran murmuring by, We hung our useless harps on high; Our flowing tears increas'd the flood, For we had wander'd from our God. 5 While thus our harps in silence hung, We heard from many an impious tongue, Wake to the lays, ye Jews, and sing, The praise of Zion's sovereign King.
3 When impious men grow strangely bold,
4 When darkness shrouds my trembling mind,
2 O Lord, arise! assert thy right,
And put our threatening foes to flight;
6 Awake, our harps, in tuneful lays,
442. C. M. Steele.
Watchfulness and Prayer. Matt. xxvi. 41.
2 How oft my mournful thoughts complain,
3 O gracious God, in whom I live,
Help me to watch, and pray, and strive,
4 Increase my faith, increase my hope,
443. L. M. Beddome. Inconstancy acknowledged.
NHE wandering star, and fleeting wind,
The morning cloud, and early dew,
2 But cloud, and wind, and dew, and star,
3 Our outward walk, and inward frame,
We sin forsake, to sin return;
5 With flowing tears, Lord, we confess
444. L. M. Steele.
Complaining at the throne of grace.
O'ERWHELM'D with restless griefs and fears,
thy mercy-seat, With aching heart, and flowing tears, To pour my sorrows at thy feet.
2 Thy promises are large and free,
These restless waves of fear and sin;
4 My thoughts recall thy favours past,
5 And still these bright perfections shine,
6 Let thy enliv'ning, healing voice,
445. L. M.
Sin and Holiness.
Rom. vii. 23. Gal. v. 17. HAT jarring natures dwell within! Abounding grace, remaining sin! Nor this can reign, nor that prevail, Though each by turns my heart assail. 2 Now I complain, and groan and die; Now raise my songs of triumph high; Sing a rebellious passion slain, Or mourn to feel it live again.
3 One happy hour beholds me rise,
4 Scarce a few hours or minutes roll,
5 Great God! assist me through the fight,
446. C. M.
Longing for Communion with Christ.
WHEN Jesus smil'd, and said, arise!
Thy sins are all forgiven; My bosom bloom'd a Paradise, An antepast of heaven.
2 And though I wept o'er follies past,
3 O lovely days of joy and grief,
4 Come, and restore my bleeding heart,
5 Communion with my Saviour God-
447. C. M.
Declension in pious feeling, lamented.
WHERE are the grateful tears I shed,
Of joy and
The hope that beam'd upon my head,
2 Where is the zeal with which I mov'd
Wretch that I am, to grieve my Love,
3 Saviour, I own my sin with shame, Do thou my sin forgive!
Speak, and my heart with love shall flame. My dying hope shall live.
4 Speak thy forgiveness to my soul,
448. L. M. Wesley's Coll.
NOR zeal I sigh, for zeal I pant,
I groan, I strive, I watch and pray,
2 O Thou, who all things canst control, Chase this dead slumber from my soul, Touch my cold breast with heavenly fire, With holy, conquering zeal inspire.