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4 Wisdom its dictates here imparts,

To form our minds, to cheer our hearts:
Its influence makes the sinner live,
It hids the drooping saint revive.

5 Our raging passions it controls,
And comfort yields to contrite souls;
It brings a better world in view,

And guides us all our journey through.

6 May this blest volume ever lie
Close to my heart, and near my eye,
Till life's last hour my soul engage,
And be my chosen heritage!

332 (294) L.M. 6 lines. C. Wesley. 1762.

WHEN quiet in my house I sit,
Thy book be my companion still;
My joy Thy sayings to repeat,.

Talk o'er the records of Thy will,
And search the oracles divine,
Till every heartfelt word be mine.

2 0 may the gracious words divine

Subject of all my converse be:
So will the Lord His follower join.

And walk and talk Himself with me;
So shall my heart His presence prove,
And burn with everlasting love.

3 Oft as I lay me down to rest,

0 may the reconciling word
Sweetly compose my weary breast!

While, on the bosom of my Lord,
I sink in blissful dreams away,
And visions of eternal day.

4 Rising to sing my Saviour's praise,

Thee may I publish all day long;
And let Thy precious word of grace

Flow from my heart, and fill my tongue;
Fill all my life with purest love,
And join me to the church above.

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OOO 7s & 6s. C. Wesley. 1762.

Eccles. vii. 29.

UPRIGHT, both in heart and will,
We by our God were made;
But we turned from good to ill,

And o'er the creature strayed;
Multiplied our wandering thought,
Which first was fixed on God alone;
In ten thousand objects sought
The bliss we lost in one.
2 From our own inventions vain
Of fancied happiness,
Draw us to Thyself again,

And bid our wanderings cease ,
Jesus, speak our souls restored,
By Love's divine simplicity:
Re-united to our Lord,
And wholly lost in Thee!

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BURIED in shadows of the night,
We lie, till Christ restores the light;
Wisdom descends to heal the blind,
And chase the darkness of the mind.
Our guilty souls are drowned in tears,
Till His atoning blood appears;
Then we awake from deep distress,
And sing—' The Lord our righteousness.'
Jesus beholds where Satan reigns,
Binding his slaves in heavy chains;


He sets the prisoners free, and breaks
The iron bondage from their necks.

4 Poor helpless worms in Thee possess
Grace, wisdom, power, and righteousness:
Thou art our mighty All; and we
Give our whole selves, 0 Lord, to Thee!

OOO C.M. Watts. 1709.

HOW sad our state by nature is!
Our sin, how deep it stains!
And Satan binds our captive souls
Fast in his slavish chains.

2 But there's a voice of sovereign grace

Sounds from the sacred word:
"Ho I ye despairing sinners, come,
And trust upon the Lord!"

3 My soul obeys the' Almighty's call,

And runs to this relief:
I would believe Thy promise, Lord;
0 help my unbelief!

4 To the blest fountain of Thy blood,

Incarnate God, I fly:
Here let me wash my spotted soul
From sins of deepest dye.

5 Stretch out Thy arm, victorious King!

My reigning sins subdue;
Drive sin and Satan from their seat,
My inmost soul renew.

6 A guilty, weak, and helpless worm,

Into Thy arms I fall;
Be Thou my strength and righteousness,
My Jesus, and my All.

Describing Formal Religion. 336 (424) CM. C. Wesley. 1740.

LONG have I seemed to serve Thee, Lord,
With unavailing pain:

Fasted, and prayed, and read Thy word,
And heard it preached in vain.

2 Oft did I with the' assembly join,

And near Thine altar drew;
A form of godliness was mine,
The power I never knew.

3 I rested in the outward law;

Nor knew its deep design:
The length and breadth I never saw,
And height, of love divine.

4 To please Thee thus, at length I see,

Vainly I hoped and strove:
For what are outward things to Thee,
Unless they spring from love 1

5 I see the perfect law requires

Truth in the inward parts;
Our full consent, our whole desires,
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.

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(831) CM. C. Wesley. 1740.

STILL for Thy lovingkindness, Lord
I in Thy temple wait;
I look to find Thee in Thy word,
Or at Thy table meet.
.2 Here, in Thine own appointed ways,
I wait to learn Thy will:
Silent I stand before Thy face,
And hear Thee say, "Be still!"
3 "Be still! and know that I am God !"—
'Tis all I live to know;

To feel the virtue of Thy blood,
And spread its praise below!

4 I wait my vigour to renew,

Thine image to retrieve,
The veil of outward things pass through,
And gasp in Thee to live.

5 I work; and own the labour vain;

And thus from works I cease:
I strive, and see my fruitless pain,
'Till God create my peace.

6 Fruitless, till Thou Thyself impart,

Must all my efforts prove:
They cannot change a sinful heart;
They cannot purchase love.

7 I do the thing Thy laws enjoin,

And then the strife give o'er;
To Thee I then the whole resign;
I trust in means no more.

8 I trust in Him, who stands between

The Father's wrath and me;
Jesu ! Thou great eternal Mean,
I look for all from Thee.

338 S.M. C. Wesley. 1742.

MY gracious, loving Lord,
To Thee what shall I say?
"Well may I tremble at Thy word,
And scarce presume to pray.
Ten thousand wants have I:
Alas! I all things want;
But Thou hast bid me always cry,
And never, never faint.

2 Yet, Lord, well might I fear,
Fear even to ask Thy grace;
So oft have I, alas! drawn near,
And mocked Thee to Thy face:
With all pollutions stained,
Thy hallowed courts J trod:

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