ORD, and is thine anger gone,—
And art thou pacified?

After all that I have done,
Dost thou no longer chide?
Let thy love my heart constrain,

And all my restless passions sway: Keep me, lest I turn again

Out of the narrow way.

2 To the cross, thine altar, bind Me with the cords of love; Freedom never let me find

From thee, my Lord, to move: That I never, never more

May with my much-loved Master part, To the posts of mercy's door, O nail my willing heart!

3 See my utter helplessness,
And leave me not alone;
O preserve in perfect peace,

And seal me for thine own:
More and more thyself reveal,
Thy presence let me always find;
Comfort, and confirm, and heal
My feeble, sin-sick mind.

4 As the apple of thine eye,
Thy weakest servant keep;
Help me at thy feet to lie,

And there forever weep:
Tears of joy mine eyes o'erflow,
That I have any hope of heaven;
Much of love I ought to know,
For I have much forgiven.

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Speak the word.

EVER fainting with desire,

For thee, O Christ, I call; Thee I restlessly require;

I want my God, my all. Jesus, dear redeeming Lord,

204-a.

I wait thy coming from above,
Help me, Saviour, speak the word,
And perfect me in love.

2 Wilt thou suffer me to go
Lamenting all my days?
Shall I never, never know
Thy sanctifying grace?
Wilt thou not thy light afford?

The darkness from my soul remove?
Help me, Saviour, speak the word,
And perfect me in love.

3 Thou my life, my treasure be,
My portion here below:
Nothing would I seek but thee,—
Thee only would I know;

My exceeding great reward,

My heaven on earth, my heaven above Help me, Saviour, speak the word, And perfect me in love.

4 Grant me now the bliss to feel

Of those that are in thee: Son of God, thyself reveal; Engrave thy Name on me.

As in heaven, be here adored,

And let me now the promise prove; Help me, Saviour, speak the word, And perfect me in love.

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Holy, holy, holy, Lord God of Sabaoth. NFINITE God, to thee we raise Our hearts in solemn songs of praise; By all thy works on earth adored, We worship thee, the common Lord; The everlasting Father own, And bow our souls before thy throne. 2 Thee all the choir of angels sings, The Lord of hosts, the King of kings; Cherubs proclaim thy praise aloud, And seraphs shout the triune God; And Holy, holy, holy, cry, Thy glory fills both earth and sky. 3 Father of endless majesty, All might and love we render thee; Thy true and only Son adore, The same in dignity and power; And God the Holy Ghost declare, The saints' eternal Comforter.

651

YIELI

VIELD to me now, for I am weak,
But confident in self-despair;
Speak to my heart, in blessings speak;

Be conquer'd by my instant prayer:
Speak, or thou never hence shalt move,
And tell me if thy name be Love.

2 'Tis Love! 'tis Love! thou diedst for me;
I hear thy whisper in my heart;
The morning breaks, the shadows flee;
Pure, universal Love thou art :
To me, to all, thy towels move,-
Thy nature and thy name is Love.

3 My prayer hath power with God; the grace Unspeakable I now receive;

Through faith I see thee face to face;
I see thee face to face, and live!
In vain I have not wept and strove;
Thy nature and thy name is Love.
4 I know thee, Saviour, who thou art,-
Jesus, the feeble sinner's Friend:
Nor wilt thou with the night depart,

But stay and love me to the end:
Thy mercies never shall remove;
Thy nature and thy name is Love.

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THER

Lord my pasture shall prepare,
And feed me with a shepherd's care;
His presence shall my wants supply,
And guard me with a watchful eye:
My noon-day walks he shall attend,
And all my midnight hours defend.
2 When in the sultry glebe I faint,
Or on the thirsty mountain pant,
To fertile vales and dewy meads,
My weary, wand'ring steps he leads,
Where peaceful rivers, soft and slow,
Amid the verdant landscape flow.

3 Though in a bare and rugged way,
Through devious, lonely wilds I stray,
Thy bounty shall my pains beguile,
The barren wilderness shall smile,
With sudden greens and herbage crown'd
And streams shall murmur all around.

4 Though in the paths of death I tread,
With gloomy horrors overspread,
My steadfast heart shall fear no ill,
For thou, O Lord, art with me still:
Thy friendly crook shall give me aid,
And guide me through the dreadful shade.

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With thanks for thy con-tin-ued gift,

That still thy gracious Naine we know;

And wait for all our inward heaven.

888

The ever-present Saviour.

2 What mighty troubles hast thou shown
Thy feeble, tempted foll'wers here:
We have through fire and water gone;
But saw thee on the floods appear,
And felt thee present in the flame,
And shouted our Deliv'rer's name.
3 Thou who hast kept us to this hour,
O keep us faithful to the end!
When, robed in majesty and power,
Our Jesus shall from heaven descend,
His friends and witnesses to own,
And seat us on his glorious throne.
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The mourner blessed.

JESUS, if still the same thou art,
If all thy promises are sure,
Set up thy kingdom in my heart,

And make me rich, for I am poor:
To me be all thy treasures given,—
The kingdom of an inward heaven.

2. Thou hast pronounced the mourner blest, And lo! for thee I ever mourn;

I cannot, no, I will not rest,

Till thou, my only rest, return;

Till thou, the Prince of peace, appear,
And I receive the Comforter.

3 Where is the blessedness bestow'd On all that hunger after thee?

I hunger now, I thirst for God;
See the poor fainting sinner, see;
And satisfy with endless peace,
And fill me with thy righteousness.

259 The Spirit's hallowing seal.

OD of eternal truth and love,

G Vouchsafe the promised aid we claim,

Thine own great ordinance approve;

The child, baptized into thy name, Partaker of thy nature make, And give him all thine image back. 2 Father, if such thy sov'reign will, If Jesus did the rite enjoin, Annex thy hall'wing Spirit's seal,

And let thy grace attend the sign: The seed of endless life impart; Take for thine own this infant's heart.

3 Answer on him thy wisdom's end, In present and eternal good; Whate'er thou didst for man intend,

Whate'er thou hast on man bestow'd, Now to this favour'd child be given, Pardon, and holiness, and heaven.

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2

yo

Death is the gate

WHY

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WHY should we start, and fear to die?
What tim'rous worms we mortals are!

Death is the gate to endless joy,

And yet we dread to enter there.

2 The pains, the groans, the dying strife,
Fright our approaching souls away;
And we shrink back again to life,
Fond of our prison and our clay.

3 would my Lord his servant meet,
My soul would stretch her wings in haste,
Fly fearless through death's iron gate,
Nor feel the terrors as she pass'd.

4 Jesus can make a dying bed

Feel soft as downy pillows are, While on his breast I lean my head, And breathe my life out sweetly there.

1097 Sown in weakness, raised in glory. 38-b.
THE morning flowers display their sweets,
And gay their silken leaves unfold,
As careless of the noontide heats,
As fearless of the evening cold.

2 Nipp'd by the wind's untimely blast,
Parch'd by the sun's directer ray,
The momentary glories waste,

The short-lived beauties die away. 3 So blooms the human face divine, When youth its pride of beauty shows: Fairer than spring the colours shine,

And sweeter than the virgin rose. 4 Or worn by slowly-rolling years, Or broke by sickness in a day, The fading glory disappears,

The short-lived beauties die away.

And all that now in bodies live Shall quit, like me, the vale of tears, Their righteous sentence to receive. 2 But all, before they hence remove, May mansions for themselves prepare In that eternal house above;

And, O my God, shall I be there? 1062 The soul's best portion. ALMIGHTY Maker of my frame,

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Teach me the measure of my days; Teach me to know how frail I am, And spend the remnant to thy praise. 2 My days are shorter than a span; A little point my life appears; How frail, at best, is dying man!

How vain are all his hopes and fears! 3 Vain his ambition, noise, and show; Vain are the cares which rack his mind: He heaps up treasures mix'd with wo, And dies, and leaves them all behind. 4 O be a nobler portion mine! My God, I bow before thy throne; Earth's fleeting treasures I resign, And fix my hope on thee alone.