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L. M.

DoDDRIDGE. 1 RETURN, my roving heart, return,

And life's vain shadows chase no more ; Seek out some solitude to mourn,

And thy forsaken God implore. 2 O thou great God, whose piercing eye

Distinctly marks each deep retreat, In these sequestered hours draw nigh,

And let me here thy presence greet. 3 Through all the windings of my heart,

My search let heavenly wisdom guide, And still its radiant beams impart,

Till all be known and purified. 4 Then let the visits of thy love

My inmost soul be made to share, Till every grace combine to prove

That God has fixed his dwelling there.

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S. M.
1 When shall thy love constrain,

And force me to thy breast ?
When shall my soul return again

To her eternal rest?

2 Ab, what avails my strife,

My wandering to and fro ?
Thou hast the words of endless life :

Ah! whither should I go ! 3 Thy condescending grace,

To me did freely move;
It calls me still to seek thy face,

And stoops to ask my love.

4 Lord, at thy feet I fall,

I groan to be set free;
I fain would now obey the call,

And give up all for thee.

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C. P. M.

Ch. PSALMODY.

1 Lord, thou hast won—at length I yield,
My heart by mighty grace compelled,

Surrenders all to thee;
Against thy terrors long I skrove,
But who can stand against thy love ?-

Love conquers even me.

2 If thou hadst bid thy thunders roll,
And lightnings flash to blast my soul,

I still had stubborn been :
But mercy has my heart subdued,
A bleeding Savior I have viewed,

And now I hate my sin.

3 Now, Lord, I would be thine alone,
Come, take possession of thine own,

For thou hast set me free;
Released from Satan's hard command,
See all my powers in waiting stand,
To be employed by thee.

4

77.

S. M. Ch. PSALMODY. 1 O cease! my wandering soul,

On restless wing to roam ;
All this wide world, to either pole,
Has not for thee a home.

2 Behold the ark of God!

Behold the open door ;
Oh! haste to gain that dear abode,

And rove, my soul, no more. 3 There, safe thou shalt abide,

There, sweet shall be thy rest,
And every longing satisfied,

With full salvation blest,

V. PERSONAL RIGHTEOUSNESS.

78.

C. M. TATE AND BRADY. 1 God's perfect law converts the soul,

Reclaims from false desires ;
With sacred wisdom his sure word

The ignorant inspires.
2 The statutes of the Lord are just,

And bring sincere delight;
His pure commands, in search of truth,

Assist the feeblest sight.
3 But what frail man observes how oft

He does from virtue fall ?
O ! cleanse me from my secret faults,

Thou God that knowest them all. 4 Let no presumptuous sin, O Lord,

Dominion have o'er me,
That by thy grace preserved, I may

The great transgression flee.

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L. M.

Mrs. STEELE.

1 And is the gospel peace and love!

Such let our conversation be;
The serpent blended with the dove,
Wisdom and meek simplicity.

2 Whene'er the angry passions rise,

And tempt our thoughts or tongues to strise,
On Jesus let us fix our eyes,

Bright pattern of the Christian life! 3 0, how benevolent and kind !

How mild! how ready to forgive!
Be his the temper of our mind,
And his the rules by which we live.

4 To do his heavenly Father's will,

Was his employment and delight :
Humility and holy zeal

Shone through his life divinely bright! 5 Dispensing good where'er he came,

The labors of his life were love :
If then we love the Savior's name,
Let his divine example move.

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C. M.

DODDRIDGE. 1 Awake, my soul ! stretch every nerve, And press

with vigor on;
A heavenly race demands thy zeal,

And an iinmortal crown.

2 A cloud of witnesses around,

Hold thee in full survey :
Forget the steps already trod,

And onward urge thy way.
3 'Tis God's all animating voice

'That calls thee from on high ;
'Tis his own hand presents the prize

To thine aspiring eye ;