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122.

L. M.

WATTS. 1 Renew me, O my God, within,

And form my soul averse to sin ;
Let thy good Spirit not depart,

Nor hide thy presence from my heart. 2 I cannot live without thy light,

Cast out and banished from thy sight;
Thy holy joys, O God, restore,

And guard me that I fall no more.
3 A broken heart, my God, my King,

Is all the sacrifice I bring;
And, Father, thou wilt ne'er despise
A contrite heart for sacrifice.

123.

C. M.

A. BALLOU. 1 O LORD, our scanty faith we mourn,

So languid weak and dim;
We scarce perceive the heavenly bourn,

And faini in every limb.
2 Far down thy holy mountain's side,

With Alps on Alps above,
Vast distances our tents divide

From thy bright throne of Love.
3 How can we climb these rugged heights,

And gain those sinless skies,
Till grace our dormant will excites

To grasp th' immortal prize?
4 Rend off, O Lord, this sensual shroud,

That binds the torpid soul,
By faith eternal things uncloud,

And speed us to our goal.

5 Then shall our darkness turn to light,

Our rough ascent grow smooth,
And tottering weakness, clothed with might,

At length triumphant prove.

124.

C. M.

Cowper. 10! For a cluser walk with God,

A calm and heavenly frame;
A light to shine upon the road,

That leads me to the Lamb.
2 What peaceful hours I once enjoyed,

How sweet their mem'ry still ;
But they have left an aching void,

The world can never fill.
3 Return, O holy Dove, return,

Sweet messenger of rest;
I hate the sins that made thee mourn,

And drove thee from my breast.
4 The dearest idol I have known,

Whate'er that idol be,
Help me to tear it from the throne,

And worship only thee.

125.

S. M. Wesler's Col. 1 I want a sober mind,

A self renouncing will,
That tramples down and casts behind,

The baits of pleasing ill;
A soul inured to pain,

To hardship, grief and loss,
Bold to embrace, firm to sustain

The consecrated cross.

2 I want a godly fear,

A quick discerning eye,
That looks to thee when sin is near,

And makes the tempter fly;
A spirit still prepared,

And armed with jealous care,
For ever standing on its guard,

And watching unto prayer.
3 I want a true regard,

A single, steady aim,
Unmoved by threatening or reward,

To thee and thy great name;
A zealous, just concern

For thine immortal praise ;
A pure desire that all may learn,

And glorify thy grace.

WATTS.

126.

C. M,
1 God is a Spirit, just and wise,

He sees our inmost mind;
In vain to heaven we raise our cries,

And leave our souls behind.
2 Nothing but truth before his throne

With honor can appear ;
The painted hypocrites are known

Through the disguise they wear. 3 Their lifted eyes salute the skies,

Their bended knees the ground;
But God abhors the sacrifice

Where not the heart is found. 4 Lord, search my thoughts, and try my ways,

And make my soul sincere;
Then shall I stand before thy face,

Aud find acceptance there.

127.

L. M.
1 Whene'er to call the Savior mine,

With ardent wish my heart aspires,
Can it be less than power divine,

Which animates these strong desires ? 2 What less than thy almighty word

Can raise my heart from earth and dust,
And bid me cleave to thee, my Lord,

My life, my treasure, and iny trust? 3 Let thy kind Spirit in my heart

Forever dwell, O God of love,
And light and heavenly peace impart,
Sweet earnest of the joys above.

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128.

S. M.
1 My God, my life, my love,

To thee, to thee, I call,
I cannot live, if thou remove,

For thou art all in all. 2 The smilings of thy face,

How amiable they are !
'Tis heaven to rest in thine embrace,

And nowhere else but there. 3 Not all the harps above,

Can make a heavenly place,
If God his residence remove,

Or but conceal his face. 4 Not earth, nor all the sky,

Can one delight afford ;
No, not a drop of real joy,
Without thy presence, Lord.

5 Thou art the sea of love,

Where all my pleasures roll :
The circle where my passions rove,

And centre of my soul.

129.
C. M.

WATTS. 1 Thou art my portion, O my God;

Soon as I know the way,
My heart prepares t' obey thy word,

And suffers no delay.
2 I choose the path of heavenly truth,

And glory in my choice;
Not all ihe riches of the earth

Can make me so rejoice.
3 The testimonies of thy grace

1 set before my eyes ;
Thence I derire my daily strength,

And there my comfort lies,
4 If e'er I wander from thy path,

I think upon my ways,
Then turn my feet to thy commands,

And tệust thy pardoning grace.
5 If thou incline this wandering heart

Thy precepts to fulfil;
Then, till my mortal life shall end,

I shall perforin thy will.

130.

C. M.

A. BALLOU. 1 My fleshly lusts I hate,

And all their works detest;
Yet strangely on their mandate wait,

And do their vile behest.

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