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1 How blesséd, from the bonds of sin
And earthly fetters free,
In singleness of heart and aim
The hardest toil to undertake
The meanest office to receive
2. With willing heart and longing eyes
To watch before Thy gate,
Ready to run the weary race,
No voice of thunder to expect,
For love can easily divine
3 Thus may I serve Thee, gracious Lord!
Thus ever Thine alone,
My soul and body given to Thee,
Through evil or through good report
By life or death, in this poor flesh
4 How happily the working-days
In this dear service fly!
How rapidly the closing hour,
When all the faithful gather home,
And ever where the Master is,
II. L. L. 1853.
288 Tr. Charles John Spitta. d. 1859.
404 6, 4. 1 O THOU best Gift of Heaven Thou who Thyself hast given, L For Thou hast died This Thou hast done for me: * What have I done for Thee, Thou Crucified ?
I long to serve Thee more:
3 Do Thou but point the way,
405 Rerum Creator omnium. S. M.
1 CREATOR of mankind,
2 If Thou Thy grace deny,
4. O happy, peaceful rest,
o for saints above,
Where they with all Thy joys are blest,
5 0 Trinity divine, f
May we with saints in glory shine,
406 - - S. M. 1 God of eternal Love, Our Father and our Friend, We lift our hearts to Thee above:
Do Thou our prayer attend.
2 Baptized into Thy Name,
3 May carnal feelings die,
4 Endue us, Lord, with strength,
407 L. M. 1 So let our lips and lives express The holy Gospel we profess: So let our works and virtues shine, To prove the doctrine all divine. 2 Thus shall we best proclaim abroad The honors of our Savior God; When His salvation reigns within, And grace subdues the power of sin.
3 Our flesh and sense must be denied,
Passion and envy, lust and pride;
While justice, temperance, truth and love
Our inward piety approve.
4 Religion bears our spirits up,
BLEst Instructor' from Thy ways,
Purge me from the guilt, that lies
Let my tongue, from error free,
So my lot shall ne'er be joined
While I thus Thy Name adore,
409 L. M. 1 My God! permit me not to be A stranger to myself and Thee: Amidst a thousand thoughts Irove, Forgetful of my highest love. 2. Why should my passions mix with earth, And thus debase my heavenly birth 2 Why should I cleave to things below, And let my God, my Savior, go? 3 Call me away from flesh and sense; Thy sovereign word can draw me thence: I would obey the Voice divine, And all inferior joys resign. Watts. 1709. 410 PSALM 119. C. M. 1 0 THAT the Lord would guide my ways, To keep His statutes still ! O that my God would grant me grace To know and do His will ! 2 Order my footsteps by Thy Word, And make my *... sincere; Let sin have no dominion, Lord, But keep my conscience clear. 3 Assist my soul, too apt to stray, A stricter watch to keep; And should I e'er forget Thy way, Restore Thy wandering sheep. 4 Make me to walk in Thy commands; 'Tis a delightful road: Nor let my head, or heart, or hands, Offend against my God. Watts. 1719. a.
411 PSALM 15. 7s. 1 WHo, O Lord, when life is o'er, Shall to heaven's blest mansions soar 2 Who, an ever-welcome guest, In Thy holy place shall rest?