Grace to do thy pleasure give me,
For thy name's sake, Lord! revive me;
Let thy justice be my guard;
Yea, destroy, of thy compassion,
Those that seek my soul's vexation,
For I am thy servant, Lord!
HARK, my soul! it is the Lord:
'Tis thy Saviour, hear his word;
Jesus speaks, and speaks to thee :
'Say, poor sinner, lovest thou me ?
'I delivered thee when bound,
And when bleeding, healed the wound; Sought thee wandering, set thee right, Turned thy darkness into light.
'Can a woman's tender care
Cease towards the child she bare?
Yes, she may forgetful be,
Yet will I remember thee.
'Mine is an unchanging love,
Higher than the heights above;
Deeper than the depths beneath,
Free and faithful, strong as death.
Thou shalt see my glory soon,
When the work of grace is done :
Partner of my throne shalt be :-
Say, poor sinner, lovest thou me ?'
Lord, it is my chief complaint,
That my love is weak and faint :
Yet I love Thee and adore :
Though he slay me, yet will I trust in him.
LORD, we adore thy vast designs,
Th' obscure abyss of Providence,
Too deep to sound with mortal lines,
Too dark to view with feeble sense.
Now Thou array'st thine awful face
In
angry frowns without a smile :
We through the cloud believe thy grace,
Secure of thy compassion still.
Through seas and storms of deep distress,
We sail by faith, and not by sight;
Faith guides us in the wilderness,
Through all the briers and the night.
Dear Father, if thy lifted rod
Resolve to scourge us here below, Still we must lean upon our God, Thine arm shall bear us safely through.
There is no fear in love.
SINCE life in sorrow must be spent,
So be it-I am well content,
And meekly wait my last remove,
Seeking only growth in love.
No bliss I seek, but to fulfil
In life, in death, thy lovely will;
No succours in my woes I want,
Save what Thou art pleased to grant.
Our days are numbered, let us spare
Our anxious hearts a needless care :
"Tis thine to number out our days;
Our's to give them to thy praise.
Love is our only business here,
Love, simple, constant and sincere ;
O blessed days thy servants see,
Spent, O Lord! in pleasing Thee!
WHAT various hindrances we meet
In coming to a mercy-seat!
Yet who that knows the worth of prayer,
But wishes to be often there?
Prayer makes the darkened cloud withdraw,
Prayer makes the ladder Jacob saw,
Gives exercise to faith and love,
Brings every blessing from above.
Restraining prayer, we cease to fight ; Prayer makes the Christian's armour bright; And Satan trembles when he sees
The weakest saint upon his knees.
While Moses stood with arms spread wide,
Success was found on Israel's side;
But when through weariness they failed,
That moment Amalek prevailed.
Have you no words? Ah! think again,
Words flow apace when you complain,
And fill your fellow-creature's ear
With the sad tale of all your care.
Were half the breath thus vainly spent
To Heaven in supplication sent,
Your cheerful song would oftener be,
"Hear what the Lord has done for me!"
GO when the morning shineth,-
Go when the noon is bright,-
Go when the eve declineth,-
Go in the hush of night;
Go with pure mind and feeling,
Cast every fear away-
And in thy chamber kneeling,
Do thou in secret pray.
Remember all who love thee,
All who are loved by thee,
Pray, too, for those who hate thee,
If any
such there be ;
Then for thyself in meekness
A blessing humbly claim,
And link with each petition
Thy great Redeemer's name.
But if 'tis e'er denied thee
In solitude to pray,—
Should holy thoughts come o'er thee
When friends are round thy way;
E'en then the silent breathing,
The spirit raised above,
Will reach the throne of glory,
Of mercy, truth, and love.
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