Learning, pleasure, wealth, and fame,
All cry out, 'It is not here!'
Not the wisdom of the wise
Can inform me where it lies,
Not the grandeur of the great
Can the bliss I seek create.

2 Lord, it is not life to live,
If thy presence thou deny;
Lord, if thou thy presence give,
'Tis no longer death to die.
Source and giver of repose,
Singly from thy smile it flows;
Peace and happiness are thine,
Mine they are, if thou art mine.
3 Whilst I feel thy love to me,
Every object teems with joy;
Here, O may I walk with thee,
Then into thy presence die.
Let me but thyself possess,
Total sum of happiness!
Real bliss I then shall prove,

Heaven below and heaven above.

1 HELP, Lord, to whom for help I fly,
And still my tempted soul stand by
Throughout the evil day!

The sacred watchfulness impart,
And keep the issues of my heart,
And stir me up to pray.

2 My soul with thy whole armour arm;
In each approach of sin alarm,

And shew the danger near!
Surround, sustain, and strengthen me,
And fill with godly jealousy,

And sanctifying fear.

3 Whene'er my careless hands hang down,
O let me see thy gathering frown,
And feel thy warning eye;
And starting, cry, from ruin's brink,
Save, Father, or I yield, I sink;
O save me, or I die!

A Prayer of the Afflicted. - Ps. 102. 1 HEAR me, O God, nor hide thy face, But answer lest I die :

Hast thou not built a throne of grace,
To hear when sinners cry?

2 My days are wasted like the smoke
Dissolving in the air;

My strength is dried, my heart is broke,
And sinking in despair.

3 As on some lonely building's top,
The sparrow tells her moan,
Far from the tents of joy and hope,
I sit and grieve alone.

4 My locks like withered leaves appear;
And life's declining light
Grows faint as evening shadows are,
That vanish into night.

5 But thou forever art the same,
O my eternal God!

Ages to come shall know thy name,
And spread thy works abroad.

6 Thou wilt arise, and show thy face,
Nor will my Lord delay

Beyond the appointed hour of grace,
That long expected day.

7 He hears his saints, he knows their cry, And by mysterious ways

Redeems the prisoners doomed to die,
And fills their tongues with praise.

Wean my soul, and keep it low,
Willing thee alone to know.

2 Let me cast my reeds aside,
All that feeds my knowing pride:
Not to man, but God submit,
Lay my reasonings at thy feet.
3 Of my boasted wisdom spoiled,
Docile, helpless as a child;
Only seeing in thy light,
Only walking in thy might.
4 Then infuse the teaching grace,
Spirit of truth and righteousness;
Knowledge, love divine impart,
Life eternal to my heart.

47.

L. M.

MRS COTTERILL.

For Heavenly-mindedness.

1 O FROM the world's vile slavery, Almighty Father.! set me free; And as my treasure is above,

Be there my thoughts, be there my love. 2 But oft, alas! too well I know,

My thoughts, my love, are fixed below;
In every lifeless prayer
I find

The heart unmoved, the absent mind.

3 O what that frozen heart can move,
That melts not at a Saviour's love?
What can that sluggish spirit raise,
That will not sing its Father's praise?
4 Yet earthly pleasure still hath charms,
And earthly love my bosom warms;
Though cold my heart to love divine,
And cold, my bleeding Lord to thine!
5 O draw my best affections hence,
Above this world of sin and sense;
Cause them to soar beyond the skies,
And rest not till to thee they rise.

Thy sovereign light within my heart
Thy all-enlivening power display.

2 For thee my thirsty soul doth pant
Whilst in this desert land I live;
And hungry as I am, and faint,
Thy love alone can comfort give.

3 More dear than life itself, thy love
My heart and tongue shall still employ;
And to declare thy praise will prove
My peace, my glory, and my joy.
4 In blessing thee with grateful songs
My happy life shall glide away;
The praise that to thy name belongs,
Hourly with lifted hands I'll pay.

1 O THOU, whose wise, paternal love
Hath brought my active vigour down,
Thy choice I thankfully approve,
And, prostrate at thy gracious throne,
I offer up my life's remains,

I choose the state my God ordains.

2 Cast, as a broken vessel by,
Thy will I can no longer do;
Yet while a daily death I die,
Thy power I may in weakness show,
My patience may thy glory raise,
My speechless wo proclaim thy praise.

50.

L. M. 61.

MME GUION.

Surrender of the Soul.

1 PEACE has unveiled her smiling face,
And woos thy soul to her embrace ;~
Enjoyed with ease, if thou refrain
From earthly love, else sought in vain ;
She dwells with all who truth prefer,
But seeks not them who seek not her.

2 Yield to the Lord, with simple heart,
All that thou hast, and all thou art;
Renounce all strength but strength divine,
And peace shall be forever thine;
Behold the paths the saints have trod,
The paths which led them home to God.