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1 How blesséd, from the bonds of sin

And earthly fetters free,

In singleness of heart and aim
Thy servant, Lord, to bel

The hardest toil to undertake
With joy at Thy command,

The meanest office to receive
With meekness at Thy hand 1

2. With willing heart and longing eyes

To watch before Thy gate,

Ready to run the weary race,
To bear the heavy weight;

No voice of thunder to expect,
But follow calm and still, -

For love can easily divine
The One Beloved’s will.

3 Thus may I serve Thee, gracious Lord!

Thus ever Thine alone,

My soul and body given to Thee,
The purchase Thou hast won :

Through evil or through good report
Still keeping by Thy side,

By life or death, in this poor flesh
Let Christ be magnified'

4 How happily the working-days

In this dear service fly!

How rapidly the closing hour,
The time of rest, draws nigh!

When all the faithful gather home,
A joyful company,

And ever where the Master is,
Shall His blest servants be.

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:
Reveal an open door,
Savior, to me :
Then, counting all but loss,
I'll glory in Thy Cross,
And follow Thee.

3 Do Thou but point the way,
And give me strength to obey;
Thy will be mine:
Then can I think it joy
To suffer or to die,
Since I am Thine. [Unknown. 1858.

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405 Rerum Creator omnium. S. M.

1 CREATOR of mankind,
Thy promised help we claim,
That so our life Thou mayst not find
Unworthy of our name.

2 If Thou Thy grace deny,
We cannot rightly strive;
In Thee alone to sin we die,
In Thee alone we live.
3 Our goings, Lord, uphold,
Till this dark vale be passed;
Till through temptations manifold
We reach Thy rest at last.

4. O happy, peaceful rest,

o for saints above,

Where they with all Thy joys are blest,
And drink Thy streams of Love .

5 0 Trinity divine, f
To Thee our hearts we raise:

May we with saints in glory shine,
And share their songs of praise!
John Chandler. 1837. a.

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,
We all have Christ put on :
0 may Thy love our hearts inflame,
The course of truth to run.

3 May carnal feelings die,
And fruits of faith increase;
And Adam's nature prostrate lie
Before the Prince of Peace.

4 Endue us, Lord, with strength,
To triumph over sin:
That we may with Thy saints at length
Eternal glory win. [Unknown. 1859.

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,
While we expect that blessed hope,
The bright appearance of the Lord,
And faith stands leaning on His Word.

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BLEst Instructor' from Thy ways,
Who can tell, how oft he strays!
Save from error's growth my mind;
Leave not, Lord, one root behind.

Purge me from the guilt, that lies
Wrapt within my heart's disguise;
Let me thence, by Thee renewed,
Each presumptuous sin exclude.

Let my tongue, from error free,
Speak the words approved by Thee;
To Thine all-observing eyes
Let my thoughts accepted rise.

So my lot shall ne'er be joined
With the men, whose impious mind,
Fearless of Thy just command,
Braves the vengeance of Thy hand.

While I thus Thy Name adore,
And Thy healing grace implore,
Blest Redeemer, bow Thine ear !
God, my Strength, propitious hear!
James Merrick. 1765.

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?

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