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3 Let cares like a wild deluge come,
And storms of sorrow fall,

May I but safely reach my home,
My God, my heaven, my all!

4 There shall I bathe my weary soul
In seas of heavenly rest;
And not a wave of trouble roll
Across my peaceful breast.

Watts. 1709.

L. M.

1 FROM every stormy wind that blows,
From every swelling tide of woes,
There is a calm, a sure retreat;
'Tis found beneath the mercy-seat.
2 There is a scene where spirits blend,
Where friend holds fellowship with friend.
Though sundered far, by faith they meet
Around one common mercy-seat.

3 Ah, whither could we fly for aid,
When tempted, desolate, dismayed,
Or how the hosts of he!l defeat,
Had suffering saints no mercy-seat?
4 There, there on eagle's wings we soar,
And sin and sense seem all no more;
And heaven comes down our souls to greet,
And glory crowns the mercy-seat.

50 let my hand forget her skill,
My tongue be silent, cold and still,
This bounding heart forget to beat,
If I forget the mercy-seat.

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Hugh Stowell. 1834.

THE God of Abram praise,
Who reigns enthroned above;
Ancient of everlasting days,

And God of Love!

6, 8, 4.

Jehovah, great I AM,

By earth and heaven confest;
I bow and bless the sacred Name,
Forever blest.

2 The God of Abram praise,
At whose supreme command
From earth I rise, and seek the joys
At His right hand:

I all on earth forsake,

Its wisdom, fame, and power,
And Him my only Portion make,
My Shield and Tower

3 The God of Abram praise,
Whose all-sufficient grace

Shall guide me, all my happy days,
In all His ways:

He calls a worm His friend;
He calls Himself my God;
And He shall save me to the end
Through Jesus' Blood.

4

He by Himself hath sworn;
I on His oath depend;

I shall, on eagles' wings upborne,
To heaven ascend:

I shall behold His face,

I shall His power adore,

And sing the wonders of His grace

Forevermore. Thomas Olivers. 1772.

SANCTIFICATION AND THE CHRISTIAN LIFE.

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CONSECRATION.

S. M.

1 My Maker and my King!

To Thee my all I owe.
Thy sovereign bounty is the spring
From whence my blessings flow.

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3

Thou ever good and kind!
A thousand reasons move,
A thousand obligations bind
My heart to grateful love.
The creature of Thy hand,
On Thee alone I live.

My God! Thy benefits demand
More praise than life can give.

4 O what can I impart,

6

When all is Thine before?
Thy Love demands a thankful heart;
The gift, alas, how poor!

Shall I withhold Thy due?
And shall my passions rove?
Lord, form this wretched heart anew,
And fill it with Thy love.

O let Thy grace inspire

My soul with strength divine;

Let all my powers to Thee aspire,
And all my days be Thine.

PSALM 119.

Anne Steele. 1760.

C. M.

1 THOU art my Portion, O my God!

Soon as I know Thy way,

My heart makes haste to obey Thy word,
And suffers no delay.

2 I choose the path of heavenly truth,
And glory in my choice;
Not all the riches of the earth
Could make me so rejoice.

3 The testimonies of Thy grace
I set before mine eyes;

Thence I derive my daily strength,
And there my comfort lies.

4 If once I wander from Thy path,
I think upon my ways;

Then turn my feet to Thy commands,
And trust Thy pardoning grace.

5 Now I am Thine, for ever Thine:
O save Thy servant, Lord!

Thou art my Shield, my Hiding-place;
My hope is in Thy Word.

6 Thou hast inclined this heart of mine
Thy statutes to fulfil;

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And thus, till mortal life shall end,
Would I perform Thy will.

Watts. 1719.

L.M.
1 Ан, wretched souls, who strive in vain,
Slaves to the world, and slaves to sin!
A nobler toil may I sustain,

A nobler satisfaction win.

2 May I resolve with all my heart,

With all my powers to serve the Lord;
Nor from his precepts e'er depart,
Whose service is a rich reward.

30 be His service all my joy!

Around let my example shine;
Till others love the blest employ,
And join in labors so divine.
4 Be this the purpose of my soul,

My solemn, my determined choice,
To yield to His supreme control,
And in His kind commands rejoice.
50 may I never faint nor tire,

Nor wandering leave His sacred ways.
Great God! accept my soul's desire,
And give me strength to live Thy praise.

Anne Steele. 1760,

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L. M.
1 My gracious Lord, I own Thy right
To every service I can pay;
And call it my supreme delight

To hear Thy dictates, and obey.
2 What is my being, but for Thee,
Its sure support, its noblest end?
Thine ever-smiling face to see,

And serve the cause of such a Friend!
3 I would not breathe for worldly joy,
Or to increase my worldly good;
Nor future days nor powers employ
To spread a sounding name abroad.
4 'Tis to my Savior I would live,

To Him who for my ransom died;
Nor could untainted Eden give

Such bliss as blossoms at His side.
5 His work my hoary age shall bless,
When youthful vigor is no more,
And my last hour of life confess
His love hath animating power.

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Doddridge. 1755.

TEACH me, my God and King,
In all things Thee to see:
And what I do in any thing,
To do it as for Thee!

2

To scorn the senses' sway,
While still to Thee I tend:
In all I do, be Thou the Way,
In all, be Thou the End!

3 All may of Thee partake:
Nothing so small can be,

But draws, when acted for Thy sake,
Greatness and worth from Thee.

S. M.

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