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4 Angels our servants are,
And keep in all our ways,
The sacred sons of grace :
They all our steps attend ;
And Jesus is our friend.
1st P. M. 6 lines 8s. The final conquest explains all mysteries. HOU, Lord, on whom I still depend,
Shalt keep me faithful to the end :
2 Jesus, in thy great name I go,
C. M. Lamenting spiritual sloth. drowsy powers, why sleep ye so?
Awake, my sluggish soul : Nothing hath half thy work to do,
Yet nothing's half so dull.
See how they toil and strive;
And stars their courses move;
Come flying from above :4 We, for whom God the Son came down,
And labour'd for our good;
He purchased with his blood !
And never act our parts ? Come, holy Dove, from the heavenly hill,
And warm our frozen hearts !
With vig'rous souls to rise;
To fly and take the prize. 854
Chase this dread slumber from my soul ; With joy and fear, with love and awe, Give me to keep thy perfect law.
2 O may one beam of thy blest light
5th P. M. 4 lines 78
Firmly grounded upon thee?
WHEN: O my Saviour, shall it be,
That I no more shall break with thee? When will this war of passion cease, And I enjoy a lasting peace ? 2 Now I repent; now sin again : Now I revive; and now am slain : Slain with the same malignant dart, Which, 0! too often wounds thy heart. 3 When, gracious Lord, when shall it be, That I shall find my all in thee,The fulness of thy promise prove, And feast on thine eternal love?
Fasted, and pray’d, and read thy word,
And heard it preach'd in vain.
And near thy altar drew :
The power, I never knew.
Nor knew its deep design:
And height, of love divine.
Vainly I hoped and strove;
Unless they spring from love ? 5 I see the perfect law requires
Truth in the inward parts;
Our undivided hearts.
6 But I of means have made my boast;
Of means an idol made : The spirit in the letter lost,
The substance, in the shade. 7 Where am I now, or what my hope ?
What can my weakness do? Jesus, to thee my soul looks up:
'Tis thou must make it new. 858
L. M. No peace but in the favour of God. WHERE is now that glowing love
That mark'd our union with the Lord ? Our hearts were fix'd on things above,
Nor could the world a joy afford. 2 Where is the zeal that led us then
To make our Saviour's glory known? That freed us from the fear of men,
And kept our eye on him alone? 3 Where are the happy seasons, spent
In fellowship with him we loved ? The sacred joy, the sweet content,
The blessedness that then we proved ? 4 Behold, again we turn to thee;
O, cast us not away, though vile : No peace we have, no joy we see,
O Lord our God, but in thy smile. 859
Which shone so bright in saints of old ; Which bade their souls to heaven aspire,
Calm in distress, in danger bold. 2 Where is that Spirit, Lord, which dwelt
In Abrah'm's breast, and seal'd him thine Which made Paul's heart with sorrow melt,
And glow with energy divine ?