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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.
And force me to thy breast ?
To her eternal rest?
2 Ab, what avails my strife,
My wandering to and fro ?
Ah! whither should I go ! 3 Thy condescending grace,
To me did freely move;
And stoops to ask my love.
4 Lord, at thy feet I fall,
I groan to be set free;
And give up all for thee.
C. P. M.
1 Lord, thou hast won—at length I yield,
Surrenders all to thee;
Love conquers even me.
2 If thou hadst bid thy thunders roll,
I still had stubborn been :
And now I hate my sin.
3 Now, Lord, I would be thine alone,
For thou hast set me free;
S. M. Ch. PSALMODY. 1 O cease! my wandering soul,
On restless wing to roam ;
2 Behold the ark of God!
Behold the open door ;
And rove, my soul, no more. 3 There, safe thou shalt abide,
There, sweet shall be thy rest,
With full salvation blest,
V. PERSONAL RIGHTEOUSNESS.
C. M. TATE AND BRADY. 1 God's perfect law converts the soul,
Reclaims from false desires ;
The ignorant inspires.
And bring sincere delight;
Assist the feeblest sight.
He does from virtue fall ?
Thou God that knowest them all. 4 Let no presumptuous sin, O Lord,
Dominion have o'er me,
The great transgression flee.
1 And is the gospel peace and love!
Such let our conversation be;
2 Whene'er the angry passions rise,
And tempt our thoughts or tongues to strise,
Bright pattern of the Christian life! 3 0, how benevolent and kind !
How mild! how ready to forgive!
4 To do his heavenly Father's will,
Was his employment and delight :
Shone through his life divinely bright! 5 Dispensing good where'er he came,
The labors of his life were love :
DODDRIDGE. 1 Awake, my soul ! stretch every nerve, And press
with vigor on;
And an iinmortal crown.
2 A cloud of witnesses around,
Hold thee in full survey :
And onward urge thy way.
'That calls thee from on high ;
To thine aspiring eye ;