2 All earthly joys are overweigh❜d, With mountains of vexatious care: And where's the sweet that is not laid, A bait to some destructive snare? 3 Lord, I renounce my carnal taste

Of the fair fruit that sinners prize; Their Paradise shall never waste One thought of mine, but to despise. 4 Come, heav'n, and fill my vast desires; My soul pursues the sov'reign good: She was all made of heav'nly fires, Nor can she live on meaner food.

HYMN 252. C. M.

Clarendon. Braintree.

Ps. iv. 6.

Stennett.

1 IN vain the giddy world inquires-Forgetful of their God

"Who will supply our vast desires, Or show us any good?"

2 Through the wide circuit of the earth, Their eager wishes rove,

In chase of honor, wealth, and mirth,
The phantoms of their love.

3 But oft these shadowy joys elude
Their most intense pursuit;

Or, if they seize the fancied good,
There's poison in the fruit.

4 Lord, from this world call off my love, Set my affections right;

Bid me aspire to joys above,
And walk no more by sight.

HYMN 253. L. M.

Watts.

Evening Hymn. Kingsbridge.
Parting with carnal joys.

1 I SEND the joys of earth away;
Away, ye tempters of the mind,
False as the smooth deceitful sea,
And empty as the whistling wind.
2 Your streams were floating me along,
Down to the gulf of black despair;
And whilst I listen'd to your song,
Your streams had e'en convey'd me there.
3 Lord, I adore thy matchless grace,
That warn'd me of that dark abyss;
That drew me from those treach'rous seas,
And bade me seek superior bliss.

4 Now to the shining realms above,
I stretch my hands, and glance my eyes;
Oh, for the pinions of a dove,

To bear me to the upper skies.

HYMN 254. C. M.

Canterbury. Bedford.

Steele.

A refuge from the storm. Deut. xxxiii. 27.
1 DEAR refuge of my weary soul,
On thee, when sorrows rise,

On thee, when waves of trouble roll,
My fainting hope relies.

2 To thee I tell each rising grief,
For thou alone canst heal;

Thy word can bring a sweet relief
For every pain I feel.

3 But O! when gloomy doubts prevail,
I fear to call thee mine;
The springs of comfort seem to fail,
And all my hopes decline.

4 Yet, gracious God, where shall I flee? Thou art my only trust;

And still my soul would cleave to thee, Though prostrate in the dust.

HYMN 255.

7s.

Hotham. Middleton.

Cowper.

1. JESUS, lover of my soul,
Let me to thy bosom fly,
While the billows ne'er me roll,
While the tempest still is high;
Hide me, O my Saviour, hide,
Till the storm of life be past;
Safe into the haven guide,
Oh, receive my soul at last!
2 Other refuge have I none,

Lo! I, helpless, hang on thee:
Leave, Oh, leave me not alone,
Lest I basely shrink and flee:
Thou art all my trust and aid,
All my help from thee I bring;
Cover my defenceless head
With the shadow of thy wing!

3 Thou, O Christ, art all I want;
Boundless love in thee I find:
Raise the fallen, cheer the faint,
Heal the sick, and lead the blind.
Just and holy is thy name;
I am all unrighteousness,
Vile and full of sin I am;

Thou art full of truth and grace.
4 Plenteous grace with thee is found,
Grace to pardon all my sin;
Let the healing streams abound,
Make and keep me pure within.
Thou of life the fountain art,
Freely let me take of thee:
Reign, O Lord, within my heart,
Reign to all eternity.

HYMN 256. L. M.

Portugal. Sterling.

Stennett.

Our bodies God's temple. 1 Cor. vi. 19 1 AND will th' offended God again Return and dwell with sinful men? Will he within this bosom raise A living temple to his praise?

2 The joyful news transports my breast, All hail! I cry, thou heav'nly guest! Lift up your heads, ye pow'rs within, And let the King of glory in.

3 Enter with all thy heav'nly train, Here live, and here for ever reign;

Thy sceptre o'er my passions sway;
Let love command, and I'll obey.
4 Reason and conscience shall submit,
And pay their homage at thy feet;
To thee I'll consecrate my heart,
And bid each rival thence depart.
HYMN 257.

L.M.

German. Armley. Kingsbridge.

Prayer for grace.

1 O THOU, to whose all-searching sight, The darkness shineth as the light, Search, prove my heart, and let it be Freed from these bonds and join'd to thee. 2 Wash out its stains, refine its dross, Nail my affections to the cross! Hallow each thought; let all within Be clean, as thou, my Lord, art clean. 3 If in this darksome wild I stray, Be thou my light, be thou my way; No foes, no violence I fear,

No fraud, while thou, my God, art near 4 When rising floods my soul o'erflow, When sinking deep in waves of wo, Jesus, thy timely aid impart,

And raise my head, and cheer my heart. 5 Oh, let thy hand support me still, And lead me to thy holy hill!

Where toil and grief, and pain shall cease, Where all is calm, and all is peace.