throne;

Casts down each vain imagination, Till every thought is Christ's alone. 2 That which is by the world esteemed,

A single mind counts vanity: What's innocent by others deemed, Is shunn'd by true simplicity: Because the love to things terrestrial We must deny thro' Jesus' grace, And, to obtain the prize celestial, Cast off whate'er impedes our race. 3 The simple heart no care perplexes, That robs the world of all content; Envy nor strife his spirit vexes,

Who lives in that calm element; He cherishes his hidden treasure, Unruffled by the worldling's spite: If others ask to share this pleasure, Simplicity tastes true delight. 4 O Jesus, God of my salvation,

Thy single mind impart to me; Root out the world's infatuation,

However keen the pain may be:

wearied,

The path of true simplicity; They as wise virgins are prepared To meet the Bridegroom cheerfully. 605.*

T. 22.

MEEK, patient Lamb of God, impart

Thy meekness to my stubborn heart; Grant me to keep thee full in view, And thy example to pursue.

2 Thy blood preserve my garments clean

From every spot and stain of sin;
As a wise virgin, to prepare
For meeting thee, be all my care.
3 Bestow on me a simple mind,
To every hurtful fancy blind;
Thy meekness, true sincerity,
And needful wisdom, grant to me.

4 Thou holy, spotless Lamb of God,
My worthless heart make thy abode;
O may I in thine image grow,
And honour thee in all I do.

606.
A SINGLE mind to me impart;
T. 106.
Lord, may I sordid lucre flee,
Nor set on earthly gain my heart,

Fix my desires on things above,
Hate avarice as idolatry;
Rich in possession of thy love.
2 Let neither honours, pomp, nor
pride,

Nor this world's gaudy vanity, Which draw the soul from thee aside,

Beguile me from simplicity; May this my highest honour be, To be esteemed, Lord, by thee. 3 Screen me in each unguarded hour,

Lord, under thy protecting care; Preserve me from seduction's power,

Lest fleshly lusts my soul ensnare: May I to avarice, lust, and pride Say, "Christ destroy'd you when he died."

T. 167.

TO belong to Christ our Saviour,
Christian, what doth this imply?
Constantly to seek his favour,
Ever watching faithfully;
To implore his kind direction
Day by day in all we do;
To confide in his protection,
Freed from every earthly view.
610.*
T. 151.

AMIDST this world's profaneness
May I thy truth confess;
In primitive way and plainness,
Thy servant be thro' grace:
Nor fear, nor interest ever
Cause me to turn aside,

Or my connexion sever
With thy redeemed bride.
T. 69.

611.*

2 Lord, thou hast chosen us, that we Should bear well-pleasing fruit to thee:

O make us fruitful to thy praise;
Preserve us all from barrenness.

T. 14.

619. GOD moves in a mysterious way, His wonders to perform; He plants his footsteps in the sea, And rides upon the storm. 2 Deep in unfathomable mines Of never-failing skill, He treasures up his bright designs, And works his sovereign will. 3 Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take;

The clouds you so much dread Are big with mercy, and shall break In blessings on your head.

4 Judge not the Lord by feeble sense, But trust him for his grace; Behind a frowning providence He hides a smiling face. 5 His purposes will ripen fast, Unfolding every hour: The bud may have a bitter taste, But sweet will be the flower. 6 Blind unbelief is sure to err, And scan his work in vain; God is his own interpreter, And he will make it plain. 620. T. 22. DESPONDING soul, thou need'st [hear; Since God thy every prayer doth In his own time he 'll surely grant, As he thinks fit, what thou dost want;

not fear,

IS God my strong Salvation,
No enemy I fear:
He hears my supplication,
Dispelling all my care:
If he, my Head and Master,
Defend me from above,
What pain, or what disaster,"
Can part me from his love?
2 Of this I am persuaded,

With joy I can declare,
His love to me ne'er faded,

He listens to my prayer; He aid to me dispenses,

He stands at my right hand; Yea, when a storm advances,

'Tis calm at his command.

3 The ground of my profession,
Is Jesus and his blood;
He gives me the possession
Of everlasting good:
Myself, and whatsoever
Is mine, I cannot trust;
The gifts of Christ, my Saviour,
Remain my only boast.

To appear 'fore my Creator
I never could desire;
He to my fallen nature
Would prove consuming fire.
5 'Tis Jesus Christ, who taketh
Away sin, death, and woe,
And by his blood he maketh

Each spot as white as snow;
Free from that condemnation,
Which sinners else must find,
I joy in his salvation

With an embolden'd mind.

6 His Spirit is the sovereign
Possessor of my heart;
There he alone shall govern,
And slavish fear depart;
He gives his benediction,
Yea, helpeth me to cry
Abba, when in affliction,
With child-like fervency.
7 His Spirit cheers my spirit
With many a precious word,
That I shall joy inherit,

By trusting in the Lord;
Since, after tribulation,

All those who Jesus love, Have that blest expectation, To live with him above.

8 Should earth lose its foundation, He stands my lasting rock; No temporal desolation

Shall give my love a shock: I'll cleave to Christ my Saviour," No object, small or great, Nor height, nor depth, shall ever Me from him separate.

GOD is our refuge in distress,

A present help in time of need; Our shield, our strength, and hiding-place, [indeed : Our hope, and trust, a Friend Behold the Enemy, O how enrag'd is he; Much cunning and great might, Most dreadful make his spite; On earth his equal is not found.

2 Man's boasted strength is weakness here, [vain; His reason's powers oppose in But one to save us shall appear, By whom the victory we gain:

And dost thou ask his name? "Tis Jesus Christ, the same Known Lord of hosts to be; There is no God but He; And by his blood we overcome. 3 Yea, if the world with devils swarm'd,

In fiery ranks and fierce array, We fear them not; by faith we 're arm'd ; [day:

With Christ we're sure to win the Thus Satan we defy,

Nor dread his tyranny;

The great Accuser's cast;

The Tempter's power is past;

One word of Christ can lay him low.

GOD is my Saviour, and my light,
Why should I be dismay'd?
'Tis he defends my life; of whom
Then need I be afraid?

2 Hear my requests, O Lord, & give
An answer full of grace:
Thy face thou bidst me seek, and I
Reply: "I'll seek thy face."

3 Lord, do not in displeasure hide
Thyself, nor me reject;
The aid which I have had before,
From thee I still expect.

4 Wait still on God, my soul, from
All needful strength derive; [him
Tho' he delay, he will, at length,
The fainting heart revive.

LOOK up, my soul, to Christ thy joy,
With a believing mind;

With all the ills which thee annoy,
Here in this world thou hast no
The way to Jesus find:
home,

Nor lasting joy; to Jesus come,
He is the pearl of greatest price,
Who all thy wants supplies.

2 Steadfast in faith to Jesus cleave,
His faithfulness review,
And every burden with him leave,
Whose love is daily new:
His ways with thee are just & right,
He puts thy enemies to flight:
However threatening they appear,
Take courage, he is pear.