The joys of unity to prove, Portugal.] HYMN 152. L. M. 1 UTHOR of faith, we seek thy face, For all who feel thy work begun : Confirm, and strengthen them in grace, And bring thy feeblest children on. 2 Thou seest their wants, thou know'st their names, Be mindful of thy youngest care; Be tender of the new-born lambs, And gently in thy bosom bear. 3 The lion roaring for his prey, With ravening wolves on every side, Watch over them to tear and slay, If found one moment from their Guide. 4 Satan his thousand arts essays, His agents all their powers employ, And turn his sharpest darts aside : From hell, the world, and sin secure : And make in thee their goings sure. PRAYER AND WATCHFULNESS. Devotion.] HYMN 153. C. M. זי WANT a principle within, Of jealous godly fear; A sensibility of sin, A pain to feel it near; I want the first approach to feel, To catch the wand'ring of my will, 2 From thee that I no more may part, 3 If to the right or left I stray, That moment, Lord, reprove ; Kentucky.] HYMN 154. S. M. 1 TH HE praying spirit breathe, 2 My feeble mind sustain, By worldly thoughts opprest; Swift to my rescue come, Thine own this moment seize, And keep in perfect peace: O'er all the earth abroad, Mear.] HYMN 155. C. M. SHEPHERD divine, our wants relieve, In this our evil day; 2 Long as our fiery trials last, 3 The spirit of interceding grace, 4 Till thou thy perfect love impart, Be this the cry of every heart, 5 I will not let thee go unless Thou tell thy name to me: 6 Then let me on the mountain top Behold thy open face; 1 2 3 4 Where faith in sight is swallow'd up, Matthias.] HYMN 156. S. M. JE ESUS, my strength, my hope, With humble confidence look up, Till I can all things do, On thee, almighty to create, I want a sober mind, A self-renouncing will, That tramples down, and casts behind. A soul inur'd to pain, To hardship, grief, and loss: The consecrated cross. I want a godly fear, A quick discerning eye, That looks to thee when sin is near, And sees the tempter fly; A spirit still prepar'd, And arm'd with jealous care, I want a heart to pray, To pray and never cease, Out of the deep on thee to call, I want a true regard, A single, steady aim, Unmov'd by threat'ning or reward. For thine immortal praise; I rest upon thy word, The promise is for me; My succour and salvation, Lord, Shall surely come from thee; Nor from my hope remove, Willowby.] HYMN 157. 4 8's & 2 6's. TELP, Lord, to whom for help I fly, Throughout the evil day; The sacred watchfulness impart, 2 My soul with thy whole armour arm, And sanctifying fear. 3 Whene'er my careless hands hang down, O let me see thy gath'ring frown, And feel thy warning eye; |