485. L. M.

1. O THOU, to whose all-searching sight
The darkness shineth as the light,
Search, prove my heart, it pants for Thee;
O burst these bonds, and set it free.

2. Wash out its stains, refine its dross;
Nail my affections to the cross;
Hallow each thought; let all within
Be clean, as Thou, my Lord, art clean.

3. If in this darksome wild I stray,

Be Thou my light, be Thou my way:
No foes, no violence I fear,

No fraud, while Thou, my God, art near.

4. When rising floods my soul o'erflow,

When sinks my heart in waves of woe—
Jesus, Thy timely aid impart,

And raise my head, and cheer my heart.

5. Saviour, where'er Thy steps I see,
Dauntless, untired, I follow Thee;
O let Thy hand support me still,
And lead me to Thy holy hill,

486. L. M.

C. WESLEY.

1. GOD of my life, through all its days
My grateful powers shall sound Thy praise,
The song shall wake with opening light,
And warble to the silent night.

2. When anxious cares would break my rest,
And griefs would tear my throbbing breast,
Thy tuneful praises, raised on high,
Shall check the murmur and the sigh.

3. When death o'er nature shall prevail,
And all its powers of language fail.
Joy through my swimming eyes shall break,
And mean the thanks I cannot speak.

4. But oh! when that last conflict 's o'er,
And I am chained to flesh no more,
With what glad accents shall I rise,
To join the music of the skies!

5. The cheerful tribute will I give,
Long as a deathless soul can live,
A work so sweet, a theme so high,
Demands, and crowns eternity!

487. L. M.

DODDRIDGE.

1. TREMBLING, before Thine awful throne,
O Lord! in dust my sins I own:
Justice and Mercy for my life
Contend!-0 smile, and heal the strife.

2. The Saviour smiles! upon my soul New tides of hope tumultuous rollHis voice proclaims my pardou found— Seraphic transport wings the sound!

3. Earth has a joy unknown in heavenThe new-born peace of sins forgiven! Tears of such pure and deep delight, Ye angels! never dimmed your sight.

4. Ye saw of old, on chaos rise

The beauteous pillars of the skies;
Ye know where morn exulting springs,
And evening folds her drooping wings.

5. Bright heralds of th' Eternal Will,
Abroad His errands ye fulfill;
Or, throned in floods of beamy day,
Symphonious, in His presence play.

6. Loud is the song, the heavenly plain
Is shaken by the choral strain,
And dying echoes, floating far,
Draw music from each chiming star.

7. But I amid your choirs shall shine,
And all your knowledge will be mine;
Ye on your harps must lean to hear
A secret chord that mine will bear.
HILLHOUSE.

488. L. M.

1. GOD named Love, whose fount Thou art,
Thy crownless church before Thee stands,
With too much hating in her heart,
And too much striving in her hands.

2. "Love as I loved you"-was the sound
That on Thy lips expiring sate!
Sweet words in bitter strivings drowned!
We hated as the wordly hate.

3. Yet, Lord, Thy wronged love fulfill,
Thy church, though fallen, before Thee

stands;

Behold, the voice is Jacob's still,

Albeit the hands are Esau's hands.

4. Hast thou no tears, like those be-spent
Upon thy Zion's ancient part?

No moving looks, like those which sent
Their softness through a traitor's heart?

5. No touching tale of anguish dear,

Whereby like children we may creep,
All trembling to each other near,
And view each other's face, and weep?

6. Oh, move us-Thou hast power to move-
One in the One Beloved to be;
Teach us the hights and depths of love:
Give Thine that we may love like
MRS. BROWNING.

Thee!

SHEPHERD. L. M.

Arranged from MAROT & BEZA'S Psalms.

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489. L. M.

1. THOU, whom my soul admires above
All earthly joy and earthly love-
Tell me, dear Shepherd, let me know,
Where do thy sweetest pastures grow?

2. Where is the shadow of that rock,
That from the sun defends thy flock?
Fain would I feed among thy sheep,
Among them rest, among them sleep.

3. Why should thy bride appear like one,
That turns aside to paths unknown?
My constant feet would never rove,
Would never seek another love.

4. The footsteps of thy flock I see;

Thy sweetest pastures here they be;
A wondrous feast thy love prepares,
Bought with Thy wounds, and groans and
tears.

5. His dearest flesh He makes my food,
And bids me drink His richest blood;
Here to these hills, my soul would come,
Till my Beloved leads me home.

490. L. M.

WATTS.

1. My Lord, if Thou one moment leave,
That moment I from Thee depart,—
Fall into sin, Thy Spirit grieve,
And to the tempter yield my heart.

2. O, do not at a distance stand,

Or from my helpless soul remove;
Trouble and sin are hard at hand,

And nought can save me but Thy love.

3. Exposed continually to shame,

To fiends, and men, and passion's power:
O pluck the brand from out the flame,
Or turn aside the fiery hour.

4. I feel throughout my evil day
Temptation intimately near:
Oh could I without ceasing pray,
And always watch, and always fear!

5. Jesus, for this to Thee I cry;

Upon my thirsty, gasping soul,
Pour out Thy Spirit from on high,
And floods o'er all the desert roll.
C. WESLEY.

491. L. M.

1. JESUS! my Lord, my God, my All!
How can I love Thee as I ought!
And how revere this wondrous gift,
So far surpassing hope or thought?

2. O earth! grow flowers beneath His feet, And thou, O sun, shine bright this day! He comes! He comes! O Heaven on earth!

Our Jesus comes upon His way.

3. He comes! He comes! The Lord of Hosts,

Borne on His throne triumphantly!
We see Thee, and we know Thee, Lord,
And yearn to shed our blood for Thee!

4. Our hearts leap up; our trembling song
Grows fainter still; we can no more;
Silence! and let us weep-and die
Of very love, while we adore.

LYRA CATH.

492. L. M.

1. JESUS! and shall it ever be,

A mortal man ashamed of Thee?

Ashamed of Thee, whom angels praise,

2. Ashamed of Jesus! sooner far

Let evening blush to own a star;
He sheds the beams of light divine
O'er this benighted soul of mine.

3. Ashamed 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.

4. Ashamed of Jesus! yes, I may,
When I've no guilt to wash away;
No tear to wipe, no good to crave,
No fears to quell, no soul to save.

5. Till then-nor is my boasting vain-
Till then I boast a Saviour slain!
And O may this my glory be,
That Christ is not ashamed of me!

493. L. M.

GREGG.

1. FAITH, hope, and charity, these three,
Yet is the greatest charity;
Father of lights, these gifts impart
To mine and every human heart.

2. Faith, that in prayer can never fail,
Hope, that o'er doubting must prevail,
And charity, whose name above
Is God's own name, for God is love.

3. The morning star is lost in light,
Faith vanishes at perfect sight,
The rainbow passes with the storm,
And hope with sorrow's fading form.

4. But charity, serene, sublime,

Beyond the reach of death and time,
Like the blue sky's all-bounding space,
Holds heaven and earth in its embrace.
MONTGOMERY.

494. L. M.

1. GOD of my life, whose gracious power
Through varied deaths my soul hath led,
Or turn'd aside the fatal hour,
Or lifted up my sinking head;

2. In all my ways Thy hand I own, Thy ruling providence I see; Assist me still my course to run, And still direct my paths to Thee.

But Thou, O Christ my wisdom art;
I ever into ruin run,

But Thou art greater than my heart.

5. Foolish, and impotent, and blind,
Lead me a way I have not known;
Bring me where I my heaven may find-
The heaven of loving Thee alone.

495. L. M.

C. WESLEY.

1. How high Thou art! Our songs can own No music Thou couldst stoop to hear; But still the Son's expiring groan

Is vocal in the Father's ear.

2. How pure Thou art! Our hands are dyed With curses, red with murder's hue; But He hath stretched His hands to hide The sins, that pierced them, from Thy view.

3. How strong Thou art! We tremble lest The thunders of Thine arm be moved; But He is lying on Thy breast,

And Thou must clasp thy Best-beloved!

4. How kind Thou art! Thou didst not choose

To joy in Him forever so;

But that embrace Thou wouldst not lose
For vengeance, didst for love forego!

5. High God, and pure, and strong, and kind!
The low, the foul, the feeble, spare!
The brightness in His face we find,-
Behold our darkness only there!

MRS. BROWNING.

496. L. M.

1. THE Word, descending from above, Though with the Father still on high, Went forth upon His work of love,

And soon to life's last eve drew nigh.

2. At birth, our brother He became;
Ever Himself as food He gives;
To ransom us He died in shame;
As our reward, in bliss He lives.

3. O saving Leader! opening wide
The gate of heaven to man below!
Our foes press on from every side;
Thine aid supply, Thy strength bestow,

BREVIARY.

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497. L. M.

2. This life's a dream-an empty show;
But the bright world, to which I go,
Hath joys substantial and sincere ;
When shall I wake, and find me there?

3. Oh! glorious hour!-Oh! blest abode!
I shall be near, and like my God;
And flesh and sin no more control
The sacred pleasures of the soul.

4. My flesh shall slumber in the ground,
Till the last trumpet's joyful sound;
Then burst the chains, with sweet surprise,
And in my Saviour's image rise.

498. L. M.

WATTS.

1. Now let our souls on wings sublime,
Rise from the vanities of time,
Draw back the parting vail, and see
The glories of eternity.

2. Born by a new celestial birth,
Why should we grovel here on earth?
Why grasp at transitory toys,
So near to heaven's eternal joys?

3. Shall aught beguile us on the road,
When we are walking back to God?
For strangers into life we come,
And dying is but going home.

4. Welcome, sweet hour of full discharge,
That sets our longing souls at large;
Unbinds our chains, breaks up our cell;
And gives us with our God to dwell,

1. "WE'VE no abiding city here,"
This may distress the worldly mind;
But should not cost a saint a tear,
Who hopes a better rest to find.

2. "We've no abiding city here,"

Sad truth, were this to be our home; But let this thought our spirits cheer, "We seek a city yet to come."

3. "We've no abiding city here,"

Then let us live as pilgrims do;
Let not the world our rest appear,
But let us haste from all below.

4. "We've no abiding city here,"

We seek a city out of sight,
Zion its name-the Lord is there-
It shines with everlasting light.

5. O sweet abode of peace and love,
Where pilgrims freed from toil are blest!
Had I the pinions of the dove,
I'd flee to Thee, and be at rest.

6. But hush, my soul, nor dare repine! The time my God appoints is best: While here, to do His will be mine; And His to fix my time of rest.

KELLY.

500. L. M.

1. I SEND the joys of earth away;

Away, ye tempters of the mind,
False as the smooth, deceitful sea,

And empty as the whistling wind.

2. Your streams were floating me along,
Down to the gulf of dark despair;
And while I listened to your song, [there.
Your streams had e'en conveyed me

3. Lord, I adore Thy matchless grace,

Which warned me of that dark abyss, Which drew me from those treacherous And bade me seek superior bliss. [seas,

4. Now to the shining realms above,

I stretch my hands and glance my eyes; O for the pinions of a dove,

To bear me to the upper skies!

5. There, from the bosom of my God,
Oceans of endless pleasure roll;
There would I fix my last abode,
And drown the sorrows of my soul.

501. L. M.

WATTS.

1. JESUS, Thou everlasting King! Accept the tribute which we bring; Accept the well-deserved renown, And wear our praises as Thy crown.

2. Let every act of worship be

Like our espousals, Lord, to Thee:
Like the dear hour, when from above
We first received Thy pledge of love.

3. The gladness of that happy day!

Our hearts would wish it long to stay;
Nor let our faith forsake its hold,
Nor comfort sink, nor love grow cold.

4. Each following minute, as it flies,

Increase Thy praise, improve our joys,
Till we are raised to sing Thy name,
At the great supper of the Lamb.

502. L. M.

WATTS.

1. AROUND the Saviour's lofty throne, Ten thousand times ten thousand sing; They worship Him as God alone,

And crown Him everlasting King.

2. Approach, ye saints! this God is yours! 'Tis Jesus fills the throne above: Ye can not want, while God endures; Ye can not fail, while God is love.

3. Jesus, Thou everlasting King!

To Thee the praise of heaven belongs;

2. I can not live contented here,

Without some glimpses of Thy face;
And heaven, without Thy presence there,
Will be a dark and tiresome place.

3. When earthly cares engross the day,
And hold my thoughts aside from Thee,
The shining hours of cheerful light
Are long and tedious years to me.

4. And if no evening visit 's paid

Between my Saviour and my soul,
How dull the night! how sad the shade!
How mournfully the minutes roll!

5. My God! and can an humble child,
Who loves Thee with a flame so high,
Be ever from Thy face exiled,
Without the pity of Thine eye?

6. Impossible!-for Thine own hands
Have tied my heart so fast to Thee;
And in Thy book the promise stands,
That where Thou art, Thy friends must be.

504. L. M.

WATTS.

1. My God, accept my early vows,
Like morning incense in Thy house;
And let my nightly worship rise,
Sweet as the evening sacrifice.

2. Watch o'er my lips, and guard them, Lord,
From every rash and heedless word;
Nor let my feet incline to tread
The guilty path where sinners lead.

3. O may the righteous, when I stray,
Smite and reprove my wand'ring way!
Their gentle words, like ointment shed,
Shall never bruise, but cheer my head.

4. When I behold them pressed with grief,
I'll cry to heaven for their relief;
And by my warm petitions prove
How much I prize their faithful love.

WATTS.