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God of my life, I fly to thee
In a distressing day.
Leave me to want or die,
And all my need supply.
Had not my soul believed
Nor was my hope deceived.
And keep your courage up;
And far exceed your hope.
53. 10 & 11s M. WESLEY.
God will provide.
The truth of his word forever remains ;
His grace is the fountain, his peace is the stream, 2 To him our request we now have made known,
Who sees what is best for each of his own :
54. L. M. 61.
Thee will I love, my joy, my crown;
Fill my whole soul with chaste desirc. 2 In darkness far from thee I strayed;
I sought thee, yet from thee I roved;
'T is through thy light, and comes from thee. 3 I thank thee, uncreated Sun,
That thy bright beams on me have shined ;
I thank thee, who hast overthrown
Give to my heart chaste, hallowed fires ;
Thee will I love, my Lord, my God;
55. S. M.
That I no more may do,
And all my soul renew.
Father, to me impart;
O write it on my heart!
Whence it may ne'er remove,
The perfect law of love.
Thy spotless sanctity;
My happy soul to thee.
56. C. M. MRS ROWE.
Renouncing all for God. 1 To thee, O God! my prayer ascends,
But not for golden stores ;
2 Nor that deluding empty joy
Men call a mighty name;
My restless thoughts inflame:
My fond desires allure;
My wishes would secure.
My best affections move ;
Thine everlasting love:
Lord, be these blessings mine-
I cheerfully resign.
57. L. M. WATTS.
A Sight of God mortifies us to the World. 1 Up to the fields, where angels lie,
And living waters gently roll,
But sin hangs heavy on my soul. 2 Had I a glance of thee, my God,
Kingdoms and men would vanish soon;
As a dim candle dies at noon. 3 Then they might fight, and rage, and rave,
I should perceive the noise no more
While rattling thunders round us roar. 4 Great ALL in All, eternal King,
Let me but view thy lovely face,
58. S. M. TOPLADY.
Weak Believers Comforted.
Down from the willows take;
Bid every string awake.
2 Though in a foreign land,
We are not far from home; And nearer to our house above
We every moment come. 3 His grace will to the end
Stronger and brighter shine ;
Shall quench the love divine.
Subside at his control; His loving kindness shall break through
The darkness of the soul. 5 Blest is the man, O God,
That stays himself on thee! Who waits for thy salvation, Lord,
Shall thy salvation see.
LIFE, DEATH, AND FUTURITY. 59. C. M. WATTS.
A Saint prepared to Die.
And bear my spirit home;
Nor my salvation come? 2 With heavenly weapons I have fought
The battles of the Lord,
And wait the sure reward.
A crown which cannot fade;
Shall place it on my head.
This prize for me alone;
The appearance of his Son.
WATTS. Sick-bed Devotion. – Ps. 29. 1 God of my life, look gently down,
Behold the pains I feel ;
But I am dumb before thy throne,
Nor dare dispute thy will.
They come at thy command;
Against thy chastening hand.
As all my fathers were;
When I the summons hear.
And I'll declare thy love.
P. M. WESLEY. Blessedness of the Holy Dead. 1 How blest is our brother, bereft
Of all that could burden his mind!
easy the soul, that has left
No longer a sinner like me,
With sickness, nor shaken with pain ;
And passion is vanished away.
Its thinking and aching are o'er;
It never shall flutter again.
By sorrow forbidden to sleep,