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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,
"T is 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.
C. P. M.
For Divine Help.
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!
4 In me thine utmost mercy show,
And make me like thy Son below,
Unblameable in grace;
Ready prepared and fitted here,
By perfect holiness, to appear
Before thy glorious face.
C. M. WATTS.
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.
Learning of God.
LORD, that I may learn of thee,
Give me true simplicity;
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.
10 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!
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.
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.
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.