Long loved, long tried, long spared, as they,

· Unlike in this alone,
• That, by thy grace, our hearts shall stay

For evermore thy own.'

125.-L.M.

Turn away

mine eyes from beholding vanity; and quicken thou me in thy way.

MY God, permit me not to be
A stranger to myself and Thee;
Amidst a thousand thoughts I rove,
Forgetful of my highest love.

Why should my passions mix with earth,
And thus debase my heavenly birth?
Why should I cleave to things below,
And let my God, my Saviour, go ?

Call me away from flesh and sense ;
One sovereign word can draw me thence
I would obey the voice divine,
And all inferior joys resign.

Be earth with all her scenes withdrawn;
Let noise and vanity be gone :
In secret silence of the mind
My heaven, and there my God, I find.

126.-C.M.

Draw nigh unto my soul, and redeem it.

OH! for a closer walk with God

A calm and heavenly frame; A light to shine upon the road

That leads me to the Lamb!

Where is the blessedness I knew

When first I saw the Lord ? Where is the soul-refreshing view

Of Jesus and his word ?

What peaceful hours I once enjoyed !

How sweet their memory still ! But they have left an aching void,

The world can never fill.

Return, O holy Dove, return !

Sweet messenger of rest : I hate the sins that made Thee mourn,

And drove Thee from my breast.

The dearest idol I have known,

Whate'er that idol be,
Help me to tear it from thy throne,

And worship only Thee.

So shall my walk be close with God,

Calm and serene my frame;
So purer light shall mark the road
That leads me to the Lamb.

127.-L.M. In the world ye shall have tribulation: but be of

good cheer: I have overcome the world.

O! WHEREFORE fall my.tears so fast ?
Why, Saviour, is my soul o'ercast ?
Why should the world my conqueror be?
The world was overcome by Thee!
What sorrows can possess with fear
The soul Thou biddest be of cheer ?
O vanquished can that trembler be
Thou tellest of thy victory?
0 Thou for whom the strife was strong,
Thou who hast

sung
the
conqueror's

song,
Uphold me through the holy war,
Make me a smiling conqueror.
Thy bidding is not vainly sweet,
Thy cheerful soul

my

soul doth greet;
Thou vanquishest-my foes are down,
For me the cross, for me the crown !
I fight upon thy battle field,
Thy holy arms are mine to wield,
Against me comes each foe of thine-
Repeat thy victory in mine!
Weak world! in vain thy powers uprise,
Thy sorrows vainly melt mine eyes;
This bitter life my Master led-
This world my Saviour vanquished !
Dear Conqueror! thy sweet words I hear,
Mine, mine the fulness of their cheer:
I too the world may overcome !
I too may win the Heavenly Home!

128.-C.M.

My soul cleaveth unto the dust: quicken Thou me

according to thy word.
MY soul lies cleaving to the dust,

Lord give me life divine !
From vain desires, and every lust,

Turn off these eyes of mine.

I need the influence of thy grace

To speed me in thy way,
Lest I should loiter in my race,

Or turn my feet astray.

When sore afflictions press me down,

I need thy quickening powers ;
Thy word that I have rested on

Shall help my heaviest hours.

Are not thy mercies sovereign still,

And Thou a faithful God ?
Wilt Thou not grant me warmer zeal

To run the heavenly road ?

Does not my heart thy precepts love,

And long to see thy face?
And yet how slow my spirits move

Without enlivening grace.

Then shall I love thy gospel more,

And ne'er forget thy word,
When I have felt its quickening power

To draw me near the Lord.

129.-C.M.

Order my steps in thy word.

O THAT the Lord would guide my ways

To keep his statutes still!
O that my God would grant me grace

To know and do his will !

O send thy Spirit down to write

Thy law upon my heart !
Nor let my tongue indulge deceit,

Nor act the liar's part.

From vanity turn off mine eyes ;

Let no corrupt design, Nor covetous desires, arise

Within this soul of mine.

Order my footsteps by thy word,

And make my heart sincere; Let sin have no dominion, Lord ;

But keep my conscience clear.

My soul hath gone too far astray ;

My feet too often slip;
Yet since I've not forgot thy way,

Restore thy wandering sheep.

Make me to walk in thy commands,

'Tis a delightful road; Nor let my head, or heart, or hands,

Offend against my God.