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WATTS.

122.

L. M.

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 faint 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.

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1 O! FOR a closer walk with God,
A calm and heavenly frame;
A light to shine upon the road,
That leads me to the Lamb.

COWPER.

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.

WESLEY'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,

126.

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.

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.

WATTS.

4 Lord, search my thoughts, and try my ways, And make my soul sincere;

Then shall I stand before thy face,
And find acceptance there.

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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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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.

WATTS.

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.

21 choose the path of heavenly truth,
And glory in my choice;
Not all the riches of the earth
Can make me so rejoice.

3 The testimonies of thy grace
I set before my eyes;
Thence I derive my daily strength,
And there my comfort lies.

4 If e'er I wauder from thy path,
I think upon my ways,
Then turn my feet to thy commands,
And trust thy pardoning grace.

5 If thou incline this wandering heart
Thy precepts to fulfil;

Then, till my mortal life shall end,
I shall perform thy will.

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1 My fleshly lusts I hate,

And all their works detest;

A. BALLOU.

Yet strangely on their mandate wait,
And do their vile behest.

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