WORSHIP.

HYMN 279. C. M. Doddridge.

Windsor. Wantage.

Private devotion. Matt. vi. 6.
1 FATHER Divine, thy piercing eye
Sees through the darkest night,
In deep retirement thou art nigh,
With heart-discerning sight.

2 There may thy piercing eye survey
My solemn homage paid,
With ev'ry morning's dawning ray,
And ev'ry evening's shade.

3 Oh, let thy own celestial fire
The incense still inflame;

While my warm vows to thee aspire,
Through my Redeemer's name.

4 So shall the visits of thy love
My soul in secret bless;

So shalt thou deign in worlds above,
Thy suppliant to confess.

HYMN 280.

L. M.

Doddridge.

Gouldbourn. Cumberland.

1 RETURN, my roving heart, return,

And chase these shadowy forms no more, Seek out some solitude to mourn,

And thy forsaken God implore.

2 Wisdom and pleasure dwell at home: Retir'd and silent seek them there: This is the way to overcome

The way to break the tempter's snarc. 3 0 thou, great God, whose piercing eye Distinctly marks each deep recess, In these sequester'd hours draw nigh, And with thy presence fill the place. 4 Through all the windings of my heart, My search let heav'nly wisdom guide, And still its radiant beams impart, Till all be search'd and purified. 5 Then, with the visits of thy love, Vouchsafe my inmost soul to cheer; Till ev'ry grace shall join to prove, That God hath fix'd his dwelling there. HYMN 281. C. M. Williams.

Retirement. Clarendon,

1 WHILST thee I seek, protecting Power!
Be my vain wishes still'd;
And may this consecrated hour
With better hopes be fill'd.

2 Thy love the pow'r of thought bestow'd,
To thee my thoughts would soar:
Thy mercy o'er my life has flow'd;
That mercy I adore.

3 In each event of life, how clear
Thy ruling hand I see!

Each blessing to my soul most dear,
Because conferr'd by thee.

4 In every joy that crowns my days,
In every pain I bear,

My heart shall find delight in praise,
Or seek relief in prayer.

5 When gladness wings my favor'd hour, Thy love my thoughts shall fill: Resign'd, when storms of sorrow low'r, My soul shall meet thy will.

6 My lifted eye, without a tear,

The gath'ring storm shall see;
My seadfast heart shall know no fear;
That heart will rest on thee.

HYMN 282. C. M.

Springfield. Chapel.

Cowper.

1 FAR from the world, O Lord, I flee, From strife and tumult far;

From scenes where Satan wages still
His most successful war.

2 The calm retreat, the silent shade,
With pray'r and praise agree:
And seem by thy sweet bounty made,
For those who follow thee.

3 Then if thy Spirit touch the soul,
And grace her mean abode,

Oh, with what peace and joy and love,
She there communes with God!

4 There, like the nightingale, she pours Her solitary lays;

Nor asks a witness of her song,
Nor thirsts for human praise.

HYMN 283.

C. M.

St. Mary's. Walsal.

The request.

Steele.

1 FATHER, whate'er of earthly bliss,
Thy sov'reign will denies,

Accepted at thy throne of grace,
Let this petition rise :-

2 "Give me a calm, a thankful heart,
From ev'ry murmur free;
The blessings of thy grace impart,
And make me live to thee.

3 "Let the sweet hope that I am thine,
My life and death attend;
Thy presence through my journey shine,
And crown my journey's end."

HYMN 284. C. M.

Clarendon. Newmark.

1 COME, Holy Ghost, my soul inspireThis one great gift impart

What most I need-and most desire,
A humble, holy heart.

2 Bear witness that I'm born again,
My many sins forgiv'n:
Nor let a gloomy doubt remain
To cloud my hope of heav'n.

3 More of myself grant I may know,
From sin's deceit be free,

In all the Christian graces grow,
And live alone to thee.

HYMN 285.

B.

C. M.

Barby. Plymouth.

Evening twilight.

1 I LOVE to steal awhile away
From every cumb'ring care,
And spend the hours of setting day,
In humble, grateful prayer.

2 I love in solitude to shed
The penitential tear,

And all His promises to plead,

Where none but God can hear.

3 I love to think on mercies past,
And future good implore,
And all my cares and sorrows cast
On him whom I adore.

4 I love by faith to take a view
Of brighter scenes in heav'n;
The prospect doth my strength renew
While here by tempests driv'n.

5 Thus, when life's toilsome day is o'er,
May its departing ray

Be calm as this impressive hour,
And lead to endless day.

Army. Bath.

Social prayer.

Cowper.

1 WHAT various hind'rances we meet, In coming to a mercy-seat!

Yet who that knows the worth of pray'r, But wishes to be often there.