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Be my guide in ev'ry peril,

Watch me hourly night and day;
Else my foolish heart will wander
From thy spirit far away.

[3 Nothing can preserve my going,
But thy grace so full and free:
Nothing can my soul dishearten,
But my absence, Lord, from thee.
Nothing can delay my progress,
Nothing can disturb my rest,
If I can, whate'er the danger,
Lean my spirit on thy breast.]
4 In thy presence I am happy,
In thy presence I'm secure,
In thy presence all afflictions
I can cheerfully endure :
In thy presence I can conquer,
I can suffer, I can die;

Far from thee, I faint and languish ;
O my Saviour, keep me nigh!

251. Desiring an Increase of Grace. c.м.

What shall we say then? shall we continue in sin, that grace may abound?

God forbid. How shall

we, that are dead to sin, live any longer therein ?— ROM. vi. 1, 2.

1 JESU, Redeemer, gracious Lord,
How wondrous is thy love;

Thy patience, pity, tenderness,
Which I each moment prove!

2 For oh! how faithless is my mind,
How apt to turn aside,

And wander in its own deceits
Of reasoning and pride.

3 Yet, O my Saviour, love me still
The poorest and the worst;
I know where sin did once abound,
Thy grace aboundeth most.

4 Yet let me not thy grace abuse,
And sin because thou'rt good;
But fill mine inmost soul with shame,
That I thy love withstood.

5 On me, my King, exert thy pow'r,
Make old things pass away;

Transform, and draw my soul to thee
Still nearer every day.

6 Lord, let thy voice of mercy speak,
And give me ears to hear;
Still love, forgive, and pity me,
And hear a sinner's prayer.

252. Desiring Hatred of Sin. L.M.

I find then a law, that, when I would do good, evil is present with me.-Rom. vii. 21.

1 O COULD I find some peaceful bower,
Where sin has neither place nor pow'r!
This traitor vile, I fain would shun,
But cannot from his presence run.

2 When to the throne of grace I flee,
Sin stands between my God and me;
Where'er I rove, where'er I rest,
I feel it working in my breast.

3 When I attempt to soar above,
To view the heights of Jesu's love;
Sin seems with me to mount the skies,
And veils his glory from mine eyes.
4 Lord, free me from this deadly foe,
Which keeps my faith and hope so low;
I long to dwell in heaven, my home,
Where not one sinful thought can come.

253. Desiring Heaven. C.M.

For now we see through a glass, darkly; but then face to face.-1 COR. xiii. 12.

1 FATHER, I long, I faint to see
The place of thine abode :

I'd leave thine earthly courts, and flee
Up to thy seat, my God.

2 Here I by faith thy glory trace,
And 'tis a pleasing sight;
But to behold thee face to face
Is infinite delight.

3 I'd part with all the joys of sense
To gaze upon thy throne;

Pleasure springs fresh for ever thence,
Unspeakable, unknown.

4 There at thy feet with awful fear
Adoring angels fall,

Saints cast their crowns of glory there
Before th' eternal All.

5 There I would vie with all the host
In duty and in bliss;
His love alone should be my boast,
And all the glory his.

254. Desiring Heaven. 8s.

Having a desire to depart, and to be with CHRIST; which is far better.-PHIL. i. 23.

1 YE Angels, who stand round the throne,
And view my Immanuel's face,
In rapturous songs make him known;
Tune, tune your soft harps to his praise:
He form'd you the spirits you are,
So happy, so noble, so good;
When others sunk down in despair,
Confirm'd by his power, ye stood.

2 Ye saints, who stand nearer than they, And cast your bright crowns at his feet, His grace and his glory display,

And all his rich mercy repeat: He snatch'd you from hell and the grave, He ransom'd from death and despair; For you he was mighty to save, Almighty to bring you safe there.

3 O when will the period appear;
When I shall unite in your song?
I'm weary of lingering here,

And I to your Saviour belong!
I'm fetter'd and chain'd up in clay,
I struggle and pant to be free;
I long to be soaring away,

My God and my Saviour to see.

4 I want to put on my attire

Wash'd white in the blood of the Lamb; I want to be one of your choir,

And tune my sweet harp to his name; I want, O I want to be there,

Where sorrow and sin bid adieu;
Your joy, and your friendship to share ;
To wonder, and worship with you!

255. Desiring Holiness. L.M.

Israel, thou hast destroyed thyself; but in me is
thine help.-HOSEA Xiii. 9.

1 JESUS, in whom the Godhead's rays
Beam forth with mildest majesty,
I see thee full of truth and grace,
And come for all I want to thee.

2 Wrathful, impure, and proud I am;
Nor constancy, nor strength, I have;
But thou, O Lord, art still the same,
And hast not lost thy pow'r to save.

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