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513. T. 22.
MEEK, patient Lamb of God, impart Lef
Who but willeth what him pleases,
Thy meekness to my stubborn heart: 4 Who to Jesus humbly cleaveth,
Grant me to keep thee full in view,
And thy example to pursue.
2 Thy blood preserve my garments clean With our Saviour, Head and Lord, From ev'ry spot and stain of sin:
As a wise virgin, to prepare
For meeting thee, bé all my care.
3 Bestow on me a simple mind,
To ev'ry hurtful fancy blind; 6 He who is by Christ directed,'
Thy meekness, true sincerity, Trusting the good Shepherd's care, And needful wisdom grant to me. Good He is graciously protected,
4 Thou holy, spotless-Lamb of God, And no danger needs to fear, My worthless heart make thy abode:
O‘may I in thy image grow,
And honor thee in all I do.
And Jesus' mind rules in our hearts!
Lord, may I sordid lucre flee,
Nor set on earthly gain my heart, and Casts down, and us subjects to grace.
Hate av'rice as idolatry;
Fix my desires on things above, wd:
2 That which is by the world esteemed, 2 Let neither honors, pomp, nor pride,
A single mind counts vanity;
Nor this world's gaudy vanity,
Which draw the soul from thee aside,
Beguile me from simplicity :
May this my highest honor be,
To be esteemed, Lord, by thee.
3 Screen me in each unguarded hour, 3 The simple heart no care perplexeth Preserve me from seduction's pow'r,
Lord, under thy protecting care;
Lest fleshly lusts my soul ensnare:
May I to av'rice, lust and pride
Say, “ Christ destroy'd you when he
Simplicity tastes true delight.
LORD, grant to me a simple mind,
By thee may I be guided,
And as thy blessed will design'd,
whole course decided.. Thrice happy they, who tread unweary'd 2 With this desire 'fore thee I bow, The path of true simplicity;
Asham'd of my demerit,
Humility, Simplicity, and Growth in Grace. 516.* T. 208.
And believers, who, tho' feeble, WOULD we, sinners needy,
Life and pow'r from him derive, Here on earth already
And thereby are render'd able Heav'nly joys possess;
Bearing fruit to grow and thrive. Jesus nought desireth,
521.* T. 10. Or of us requireth,
WOULD we by our behavior
Show that we love our Saviour;
He only can instruct us,
And in the way conduct us.
O may we bloom like flowers, AMIDST this world's profaneness,
And by his grace and blessing
Bear fruits to him well pleasing.
522.* T 185.
May we more and more abound;
Thy complete atonement shall for ever,
Of our doctrine be the ground.
Grant that allmay, in thy word believing,
And totheethe Vineas branchescleaving
Fruit unto thy honor bear. 'Tis hè who gives us pow'r and life.
T. 4, 2 Lord, thou hast chosen us, that we
LORD Jesus, be near
Unite us in heart :--Dear Lord,
and bless us; our Brother thou art. 519. 11.
2 Soon make us to be JESUS, who for me hast dy'd,
Well-pleasing to thee;
'Tistime, and is right-To bring forth Grant I
some fruit which may yield thee delight.
We will not delay 2 Make
heart a garden fair, To follow the Lamb,-To serve him Which such pleasant fruit may bear
with gladness, and honor his name. As affords true joy to thee Aid thy Father constantly.
524.* T 228. 3 In thy garden here below
THIS one thing needful grant to us,
By faith to view thee on the cross,
Shall still from grace to grace proceed,
Lord, in thy congregation:
With the vine, ev'n so thro' grace, Emply notions or good motions A close union is effected
His religion, 'Twixt the Lord our Righteousness Without pow'r and life's fruition.
XXVIII. Of Resignation, Confidence, and Patienéę in
No enemy I fear;
Dispelling all my care:
Deferids me from above,
Can part me from his love? 2 Of this I am persuaded,
And boast now openly, That he, whose love ne'er faded,
Is always kind to me; He aid to me dispenses,
He stands at my right hand; Yea, when a storm advanees,
'Tis calm at his command.
6 His Spirit is the sov'reign
Possessor of my heart; There he alone shall govern,
And slavish fear depart; He gives his benediction,
Yea, helpeth me to cry Abba, when in affliction,
With child-like fervency. 7 His Spirit cheers my spirit
With many a precious word, That'I shall joy inherit,
By trusting in the Lord; Since after tribulation,
All those who Jesus love Have that blest expectation
To live with him above. 8 Should earth lose its foundation,
He stands my lasting Rock ; No temp'ral desolation
Shall give my love a shock; I'll cleave to Christ my Saviour,
No object, small or great, Nor height, nor depth, shall ever
Me from him separate.
come - art.
3 The ground of my profession
Is Jesus and his blood; He gives me the possession
Of everlasting Good;
Iş mine, I cannot trust;
Remain my only boast. 4 My Jesus and bis merit Are all
aim and care; Were he not with my spirit,
Ah! I should soon despair ;
sinful nature Prove a consuming fire. 3 'Tis Jesus Christ who taketh
Away sin, death and woe, And by his blood he maketh
Each spot as white as snow; Free from that condemnation
Which sinners else must find, I joy in his salvation
With an embolden'd-mind.
He'd to my
526. GOD is my Saviour and my Light,
Why should I be dismay'd ? 'Tis he defends my life; of whom
Then need I be afraid ? 2 Hear my requests, O Lord, and give An answer full of
grace : Thy face thoų bidst me seek, and I
Reply, “ I'll seek thy face."
Thyself, nor me reject;
From thee I still expect. 4 Wait still on God, my soul! from
3 O no, in all things I shall prove JESUS, source of gladness,
Conqu’ror through him, who me did
love; Comfort in all sadness,
My Lord obtain'd the victory,
Sufficient is his
grace Ardently intreating
4 O love unbounded ! refuge sure !
My helpless soul pow lives secure;
JESUS, my All, my highest Good!
Who hast redeem'd me with thy Av'rice I disown;
blood, Perils, loss,--shame, death and cross,
When confidence in thee I place, Sufforings e'er so keen, shall never
My soul is filld with joy and peace. Me from Jesus sever.
2 Where should I turn, or how thee 3 If the Lord protect me,
leave? Sin cannot infect me,
Jesus, to thee my mind doth cleave; Nought can do me harm;
With thee my heart hath always Altho' Satan rageth,
found Christ the storm assuageth
True counsel, comfort, help abound.
That they who simply put their trust
In Jesus Christ, can ne'er be lost. 4 Gloomy thoughts must vanish, Jesus doth replenish
4 None can be so o'erwhelm'd with Me with heav'nly peace ;
grief, Who the Saviour loveth,
But he in Christ may find relief; ; By experience proveth
All misery, however great,
His comforts can alleviate,
5 Jesus, my only God and Lord, Into joy and gladness,
What confort doth thy name afford!;
No friend on earth can ever be 528. T. 22.
Compar'd for faithfulness with thee. WHO can condemn, since Christ hath 6 Were health, and strength, and dy'd?
friends withdrawn, 1, by his blood, am justify'd :
Were ev'ry earthly comfort gone,
If I have thee, I have howe'er
Thine let me be in life and death;
May nothing pluck me from thy hand, Shall peril, sword, or nakedness? Lead me in safety to the end.
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6 O all ye just, ye rich, ye wise,
Who deem th' atoning sacrifice,
A doctrine weak and slight!
Grant but I may (the rest's your own)
In shame and poverty sit down
At this one well-spring of delight.
7 Indeed had. Jesus ne'er been slain, From all the labor of my thoughts,
Or could ought make his ransom vain, And workings of my breast.
That it avail'd no more;
Were his unbounded mercy fled,
Were he no more the church's Head,
Nor Lord of all, as heretofore;
s Then, so refers my state to him, What is my ground ? 'Tis Jesus Christ, Unwarranted I must esteem,
Whom faithless eyes pass o'er; And wretched all I do;
It knows, it knowsthese things are true.
Repeat that word once more, 'Tis with a Brother and a King,
To shake me never may have pow'r. 10 Nowthen myWay,myTruth,my Life, 2 From various cares my heart retires; Henceforth let sorrow, doubt and strife, Tho' deep and boundless its desires,
Drop off like autumn leaves;
Simple and undistracted be
My soul, which to thy mercy cleaves.
, On that eternal love of thine,
11 Let me my weary mind recline.ro To see my Saviour's arm prevail, And human thoughts forget;
To mark the steps of grace;
Childlike attend what thou wilt say,
Yet never leave my saferetreat. Extol his name in ev'ry place. 4 With these my happy lot is cast,
12 At all times to my spirit bear Thro’the world's deserts rudeand waste, An inward witness, strong and clear,
Of thy redeeming pow'r ;
This will instruct thy child aright,
For exigence of ev'ry hour.
I cast myself upon thy aid,
Yea, thereon I depend, poor worm,
Content, if written in his book. Beyond whate'er I ask or think.