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Long loved, long tried, long spared, as they,
· Unlike in this alone,
For evermore thy own.'
mine eyes from beholding vanity; and quicken thou me in thy way.
MY God, permit me not to be
Why should my passions mix with earth,
Call me away from flesh and sense ;
Be earth with all her scenes withdrawn;
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,
And worship only Thee.
So shall my walk be close with God,
Calm and serene my frame;
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 ?
soul doth greet;
My soul cleaveth unto the dust: quicken Thou me
according to thy word.
Lord give me life divine !
Turn off these eyes of mine.
I need the influence of thy grace
To speed me in thy way,
Or turn my feet astray.
When sore afflictions press me down,
I need thy quickening powers ;
Shall help my heaviest hours.
Are not thy mercies sovereign still,
And Thou a faithful God ?
To run the heavenly road ?
Does not my heart thy precepts love,
And long to see thy face?
Without enlivening grace.
Then shall I love thy gospel more,
And ne'er forget thy word,
To draw me near the Lord.
Order my steps in thy word.
O THAT the Lord would guide my ways
To keep his statutes still!
To know and do his will !
O send thy Spirit down to write
Thy law upon my heart !
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;
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.