And let me through Thy Spirit know To glorify my God below,
And find my way to heaven.
1 TEACH me, O teach me, Lord, Thy way; That, to my life's remotest day, By Thine unerring precepts led,
My feet Thy heavenly paths may tread. 2 Informed by Thee, with sacred awe My heart shall meditate Thy law; And, with celestial wisdom filled, To Thee its full obedience yield. 3 Give me to know Thy will aright, Thy will, my glory and delight; That, raised above the world, my mind In Thee its highest good may find. 4 0 turn from vanity my eye;
To me Thy quickening strength supply; And with Thy promised mercy cheer A heart devoted to Thy fear.
James Merrick. 1765. a.
1 WHAT strange perplexities arise, What anxious fears and jealousies! What crowds in doubtful light appear, How few, alas, approved and clear! 2 And what am I?-my soul, awake, And an impartial survey take. Does no dark sign, no ground of fear, In practice or in heart appear?
3 What image does my spirit bear? Is Jesus formed and living there? Ah, do His lineaments divine
In thought, and word, and action shine?
4 Searcher of hearts, O search me still; The secrets of my soul reveal; My fears remove; let me appear To God and my own conscience clear! Samuel Davies. 1769.
1 AM I an Israelite indeed, Without a false disguise?
Have I renounced my sins, and left My refuges of lies?
20 does my heart unchanged remain, Or is it formed anew?
What is the rule by which I walk, The object I pursue?
3 Cause me, O God of truth and grace, My real state to know;
If I am wrong, O set me right, If right, preserve me so!
Benjamin Beddome. d. 1799.
1 SEARCHER of hearts, before Thy face I all my soul display, And, conscious of its innate arts, Entreat Thy strict survey.
2 If, lurking in its inmost folds, I any sin conceal,
O let a ray of light divine The secret guile reveal!
3 If in these fatal fetters bound A wretched slave I lie :
Smite off my chains, and wake my soul To light and liberty!
4 To humble penitence and prayer Be gentle pity given;
Speak ample pardon to my heart, And seal its claim to heaven.
1 'Tis a point I long to know, Oft it causes anxious thought; Do I love Thee, Lord, or no? Am I Thine, or am I not? 2 When I turn my eyes within,
O how dark, and vain, and wild! Filled with unbelief and sin,
Can I deem myself Thy child? 3 Lord, decide the doubtful case; Thou, who art Thy people's Sun, Shine upon Thy work of grace, If it be indeed begun.
4 Let me love Thee more and more, If I love at all, I pray; If I have not loved before, Help me to begin to-day.
1 QUIET, Lord, my froward heart; Make me teachable and mild; Upright, simple, free from art, Make me as a weanéd child; From distrust and envy free, Pleased with all that pleases Thee. 2 What Thou shalt to-day provide, Let me as a child receive; What to-morrow may betide, Calmly to Thy wisdom leave. 'Tis enough that Thou wilt care: Why should I the burden bear?
3 As a little child relies
On a care beyond his own, Knows he's neither strong nor wise, Fears to stir a step alone: Let me thus with Thee abide, As my Father, Guard, and Guide. 4 Thus preserved from Satan's wiles, Safe from dangers, free from fears, May I live upon Thy smiles,
Till the promised hour appears, When the sons of God shall prove All their Father's boundless love.
John Newton. 1779.
1 WHEN, my Saviour, shall I be Perfectly resigned to Thee? Poor and vile in my own eyes, Only in Thy wisdom wise? 2 Only Thee content to know, Ignorant of all below; Only guided by Thy light, Only mighty in Thy might? 3 So I may Thy Spirit know, Let Him as He listeth blow: Let the manner be unknown, So I may with Thee be one. 4 Fully in my life express All the heights of holiness; Sweetly let my spirit prove All the depths of humble love. C. Wesley. 1742.
1 LORD, if Thou Thy grace impart, Poor in spirit, meek in heart, I shall as my Master be, Clothed with humility.
2 Simple, teachable, and mild, Changed into a little child,
Pleased with all the Lord provides, Weaned from all the world besides.
3 Father, fix my soul on Thee: Every evil let me flee:
Nothing want beneath, above, Happy in Thy precious Love.
4 0 that all may seek and find Every good in Christ combined! Him let Israel still adore,
Trust Him, praise Him evermore. From C. Wesley. 1760.
1 LORD, for ever at Thy side Let my place and portion be! Strip me of the robe of pride, Clothe me with humility.
2 Meekly may my soul receive All Thy Spirit hath revealed. Thou hast spoken;-I believe, Though the prophecy were sealed.
Quiet as a weaned child,
Weanéd from the mother's breast; By no subtlety beguiled,
On Thy faithful Word I rest.
4 Saints, rejoicing evermore, In the Lord Jehovah trust: Him in all His ways adore, Wise, and wonderful, and just.
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