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HYMN 184. C. M.

Habitual Devotion.

WHILE thee I seek, protecting Power,

W Be my vain wishes still'd:

And may this consecrated hour
With better hopes be fill'd.

2 Thy love the power 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 every joy that crowns my days,
In every pain I 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;
Resigned, when storms of sorrow lower,
My soul shall meet thy will.

6 My lifted eye, without a tear,

The gathering storm shall see; My steadfast heart shall know no fear, That heart will rest on thee.

HYMN 185.
Walking with God.

SINCE 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.

2 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 unconsumed in fire.

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

HYMN 186. L. M.

Heaven seen by Faith.

AS, when the weary traveller gains

The height of some commanding hill,
His heart 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;
Assured thy love will far o'erpay
The hardest labours of the road.

HYMN 187. IV. 4.

66 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. 2 I 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 penitent 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. 1 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 harmony meet, Their Saviour and brethren, transported to greet; While the anthems of rapture unceasingly roll, And the smile of the Lord is the feast of the soul.



HYMN 188. C. M.

Job xiv. 1, 2-5, 6.

EW are thy days, and full of woe,
O man, of woman born;

Thy doom is written, "Dust thou art,
To dust thou shalt return."

2 Behold the emblem of thy state
In flowers that bloom and die;
Or in the shadow's fleeting form
That mocks the gazer's eye.

3 Determined 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 189. C. M.

ARK! from the tombs a mournful 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 quickening grace
To raise our souls to thee,

That we may view thy glorious face
To all eternity.


HYMN 190. S. M.

Job xiv. 11-14.

HE 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 woe and sin; till call'd
To share his blest 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 191.

VITAL spark of heavenly flame,
Quit, O quit this mortal frame;
Trembling, hoping, lingering, flying,
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, can this be death?
3 The world recedes, it disappears:
Heaven opens on my eyes; my 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?


HYMN 192. C. M.

WHEN, rising from the bed of death,

O'erwhelm'd with guilt and fear,

I see my Maker, face to face;
O, how shall I appear!

2 If yet, while pardon may be found,
And mercy may be sought,

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