HYMN CLXXIII. IV. 2.

Evening.

INSPIRER and hearer of prayer Thon shepherd and guardian of thine, My all to thy covenant care

1, sleeping or waking resign.

2 If thou art my shield and my sun,
The night is no darkness to me;
And, fast as my minutes roll on,
They bring me but nearer to thee.
3 A sov'reign protector I have,
Unseen, yet for ever at hand;
Unchangeably faithful to save,
Almighty to rule and command.
4 His smiles and his comforts abound,
His grace, as the dew, shall descend;
And walls of salvation surround
The soul he delights to defend.

X. THE CHRISTIAN LIFE.

C. M.

HYMN CLXXIV
Renouncing the World.

I has no charms for me;
ET worldly minds the world pursue,

Once I admir'd its follies too.

But grace has set me free.

2 Those follies now no longer please,
No more delight afford

Far from my heart be joys like these,
Now I have known the Lord.

3 As by the light of op'ning day
The stars are all conceal'd.

So earthly pleasures fade away
When Jesus is reveal'd

4 Creatures no more divide my choice, I bid them all depart

His name, and love, and gracious voice
Shall fix my roving heart

5 Now, Lord, I would be thine alone,
And wholly live to thee:
Yet worthless still, myself I own,
Thy worth is all my plea.

HYMN CLXXV. L. M.

Not ashamed of Christ.
ESUS! and shall it ever be.

thee!

Asham'd of thee, whom angels praise, Whose glories shine through endless days!

2 Asham'd of Jesus! sooner far Let night disown each radiant star; 'Tis midnight with my soul, till he Bright morning Star, bid darkness flee. 3 Asham'd of Jesus! O. as soon Let morning blush to own the sun; He sheds the beams of light divine O'er this benighted soul of mine. 4 Asham'd of Jesus! that dear friend On whom my hopes of heaven depend! No; when I blush, be this my shame, That I no more revere his name 5 Asham'd of Jesus! empty pride! I'll boast a Saviour crucified;" And, O, may this my portion be, Bly Saviour not asham'd of me!

HYMN CLXXVI. S. M.

Prayer for Christian Graces. ESUS, my strength, my hope, On thee I cast my care, With humble confidence look up, And know thou hear'st my prayer: Give me on thee to wait,

Till I can all things do;
On thee, almighty to create,
Almighty to renew

2 I want a sober mind,
A self-renouncing will,

That tramples down and casts behind
The baits of p:easing ill:
A soul inur'd to pain,

To hardship, grief, and loss;
Ready to take up and sustain
The consecrated cross.

3 I want a godly fear,

A quick, discerning eye,

That looks to thee when sin is near,
And sees the tempter fly;

A spirit still prepar'd.

And arm'd with jealous care,
For ever standing on its guard,
And watching unto prayer.
4 I want a heart to pray,

To pray and never cease,
Never to murmur at thy stay,
Or wish my sufferings less;
This blessing, above all.

Always to pray I want,
Out of the deep on thee to call,
And never, never faint.

5 I want a true regard,

A single, steady aim,
Unmov'd by threat'ning or reward
To thee and thy great name;
A jealous, iust concern

For thine immortal praise;
A pure desire that all may learn
And glorify thy grace.

6 I rest upon thy word,
The promise is for me
My succour and salvation. Lord,
Shall surely come from thee;
But let me still abide.

Nor from my hope remove,
Till thou my patient spirit guide
Into thy perfect love.

HYMN CLXXVII

111. 3.

4 When I tread the verge of Jordan,

Bid my anxious fears subside, Death of death, and hell's destruction. Land me safe on Canaan's side.

HYMN CLXXVIII L. M. Following the Example of Christ. HENE'ER the angry passions rise,

4 Then wake my soul, stretch ev'ry nerve And press with vigour on,

A heavenly race demands thy zeal,
And an immortal crown.

HYMN CLXXXI. C. M.

Doubting

to strife,

To Jesus let us lift our eyes,

Bright pattern of the Christian life. 20 how benevolent and kind!

How mild, how ready to forgive!
Be this the temper of our mind,
And these the rules by which we live.
3 To do his heavenly Father's will

Was his employment and delight;
Humility and holy zeal

Shone through his life divinely bright. 4 Dispensing good where'er he came, The labours of his life were love, Then, if we bear the Saviour's name, By his example let us move.

5 But, ah! how blind, how weak we are!
How frail, how apt to turn aside!
Lord, we depend upon thy care;
We ask thy Spirit for our guide.
6 Thy fair example may we trace,
To teach us what we ought to be;
Make us, by thy transforming grace,
O Saviour, daily more like thee.

A

CHARGE to keep I have,
A God to glorify;

A never dying soul to save,
And fit it for the sky;

2 From youth to hoary age,
My calling to fulfil

O may it all my pow'rs engage
To do my Master's will.
3 Arm me with jealous care,
As in thy sight to live,

And O, thy servant, Lord, prepare
A strict account to give ;
4 Help me to watch and pray,
And on thyself rely;
Assur'd if I my trust betray,
I shall for ever die.

HYMN CLXXX. C. M.

"Forgetting those things which are behind, &c. Phil. iii. 13. 14.

"

AWAKE, my soul, stretch ev'ry nerve,

And press with vigour on,

A heavenly race demands thy zeal,
And an immortal crown.

2 A cloud of witnesses around,
Hold thee in full survey;
Forget the steps already trod,
And onward urge thy way.
3 'Tis God's all-animating voice
That calls thee from on high;
'Tis his own hand presents the prize
To thine uplifted eye.

On contrite hearts bestow; Then tell me, gracious God, is mine A contrite heart, or no?

2 I hear, but seem to hear in vain,
Insensible as steel;

If aught is felt, 'tis only pain
To find I cannot feel.

3 My best desires are faint and few,
I fain would strive for more;
But when I cry. My strength renew,"
Seem weaker than before.

4 I see thy saints with comfort fill'd,
When in thy house of prayer;
But still in bondage I am held,
And find no comfort there.

5 O make this heart rejoice or ache;
Decide this doubt for me;
And if it be not broken, break;
And heal it, if it be.

Он

Desires after renewed Holiness.

H for a closer walk with God,
A calm and heavenly frame;
A light to shine upon the road
That leads me to the Lamb;
2 Where is the blessedness I knew,
When first I saw the Lord?
Where is the sou -refreshing view
Of Jesus and his word ?

3 What peaceful hours I then enjoy'd;
How sweet their mem'ry still:
But now I feel an aching void
The world can never fill

4 Return, O holy Dove, return,
Sweet messenger of rest;

I hate the sins that made thee mourn,
And drove thee from my breast.

5 The dearest ido! I have known,
Whate'er that idol be,

Help me to tear it from thy throne,
And worship only thee.

6 So shall my walk be close with God; Calm and serene my frame;

So purer light shall mark the road
That leads me to the Lamb.

HYMN CLXXXIII. III. I.
Trials.

IS my happiness below,

but the cross

But the Saviour's power to know,
Sanctifying ev'ry loss.

2 Trials must and will befall;
But with humble faith to see
Love inscrib'd upon them all-
This is happiness to me.

THILE thee I seek, protecting Power, Be my vain wishes still'd:

W

And may this consecrated hour

With better hopes be fill'd.

2 Thy love the pow'r of thought bestow'd,

To thee my thoughts would soar;
Thy mercy o'er my life has flow'd,
That mercy I adore.

3 In each event of life, how clear
Thy ruling hand I see!
Each blessing to my soul more dear,
Because conferr'd by thee

4 In ev'ry joy that crowns my days,
In ev'ry pain 1 bear.

My heart shall find delight in praise,
Or seek relief in prayer.

5 When gladness wings my favour'd hour,

Thy love my thoughts shall fill: Resign'd, when storms of sorrow low'r, My soul shall meet thy will. 6 My lifted eye, without a tear, The gath'ring storm shall see ; My steadfast heart shall know no fear, That heart will rest on thee.

HYMN CLXXXV

Walking with God

INCE I've known a Saviour's name,
And sin's strong fetters broke,

Careful without care I am,
Nor feel my easy yoke
Joyful now my faith to show,
I find his service my reward,

All the work I do below

Is light, for such a Lord.
3 To the desert or the cell,
Let others blindly fly,
In this evil world I'dwell,
Nor fear its enmity:
Here I find a house of prayer,
To which I inwardly retire;
Walking unconcern'd in care,
And unconsum'd in fire.
30 that all the world might know
Of living. Lord, to thee,
Find their heaven begun below,

And here thy goodness see;
Walk in all the works prepar'd

By thee to exercise their grace, Till they gain their full reward, And see thee face to face.

HYMN CLXXXVI. L. M.

Heaven seen by Fith.

AS, when the weary trav'ller gains. The height of some commanding hill,

His hear revives, if o'er the plains
He sees his home, though distant still
2 So, when the Christian pilgrim views
By faith his mansion in the skies,
The sight his fainting strength renews,
And wings his speed to reach the prize,
3 The hope of heaven his spirit cheers;
No more he grieves for sorrows past;
Nor any future conflict fears,

So he may safe arrive at last.

4 O Lord, on thee our hopes we stay,
To lead us on to thine abode;
Assur'd thy love will far o'erpay
The hardest labours of the road

HYMN CLXXXVII. IV. 4.

"I would not live alway." Job vii. 16, WOULD not live alway: I ask not to stay

Where storm after storm rises dark o'er the way.

The few lurid mornings that dawn on

us here,

Are enough for life's woes, full enough for its cheer.

21 would not live alway, thus fetter'd by sin;

Temptation without, and corruption

within:

E'en the rapture of pardon is mingled with fears.

And the cup of thanksgiving with peni.

tent tears.

3 I would not live alway; no-welcome the tomb,

Since Jesus hath lain there, I dread not its gloom;

There, sweet be my rest, till he bid me

arise

To hail him in triumph descending the skies.

4 Who, who would live alway, away from his God;

Away from yon heaven, that blissful abode.

Where the rivers of pleasure flow o'er the bright plains,

And the noontide of glory eternally reigns:

5 Where the saints of all ages in har. mony meet,

Their Saviour and brethren, transported to greet;

While the anthems of rapture unceas ingly roll,

And the smile of the Lord is the feast of the soul!

2 Behold the emblem of thy state
In flow'rs that bloom and die,
Or in the shadew's fleeting form
That mocks the gazer's eye.

3 Determin'd are the days that fly
Successive o'er thy head;
The number'd hour is on the wing
That lays thee with the dead.

4 Great God! afflict not, in thy wrath, The short allotted span,

That bounds the few and weary days

Of pilgrimage to man.

HYMN CLXXXIX. C. M.

O, the pain, the bliss of dying!
Cease, fond nature, cease thy strife,
And let me languish into life.

2 Hark! they whisper! angels say,
Sister spirit, come away!
What is this absorbs me quite-
Steals my senses, shuts my sight,
Drowns my spirit, draws my breath?
Tell me, my soul, an this be death?
3 The world receles. it disappears!
Heaven opens on mine eyes! mine ears
With sounds seraphic ring!
Lend. lend your wings! I mount! I fly!
O grave, where is thy victory!
O death, where is thy sting!

sound:

Mine ears attend the cry; "Ye living men, come view the ground "Where you must shortly lie. 2" Princes, this clay must be your bed, "In spite of all your towers: "The tall, the wise, the reverend head Must lie as low as ours."

3 Great God is this our certain doom?
And are we still secure?
Still walking downward to the tomb,
And yet prepare no more!

4 Grant us the power of quick'ning grace. To raise our souls to thee.

That we may view thy glorious face

To all eternity.

HYMN CXC. S. M.

Job xiv 11-14.

THE mighty flood that rolls

Its torrents to the main, Can ne'er recall its waters lost

From that abyss again:

2 So days, and years, and time,
Descending down to night,
Can thenceforth never more return
Back to the sphere of light:
3 And man, when in the grave,
Can never quit its gloom,
Until th' eternal morn shall wake
The slumber of the tomb.

4 O, may I find in death

A hiding-place with God, Secure from wo and sin; till call'd To share his bless'd abode ! 5 Cheer'd by this hope, I wait, Through toil, and care. and grief, Till my appointed course is run, And death shall bring relief. HYMN CXCI.

VITAL spark of heavenly flame! Quit, O quit this mortal frame! Trembling, hoping, ling'ring, Aying,

O how shall I appear!

2 If yet, while pardon may be found,
And mercy may be sought.
My heart with inward horror shrinks,
And trembles at the thought:

3 When thou, O Lord, shalt stand dis In majesty severe.

And sit in judgment on my soul,
O how shall I appear!

4 But thou hast told the troubled mind, Who does her sins lament,

That faith in Christ's atoning blood

Shall endless wo prevent

5 Then never shall my soul despair
Her pardoa to procure.

Who knows thine only Son has dica
To make that pardon sure.

HYMN CXCII S M.

AND will the Judge descend?

And must the dead arise?
And not a single soul escape
His all-discerning eyes?

2 And from his righteous lips
Shall this dread sentence sound;
And through the numerous guilty throng
Spread black despair around ?

3 Depart from me, accurs'd,

To everlasting fiame.
For rebel angels first prepar'd,
"Where mercy never came."
4 How will my heart endure
The terrors of that day:
When earth and heaven before his face
Astonish'd shrink away?

5 But. ere the trumpet shakes
The mansions of the lead,
Hark, from the gospel's cheering sound,
What joyful tidings spread!
6 Ye sinners. seek his grace,
Whose wrath ye cannot bear;
Fly to the shelter of his cross,
And find salvation there.