2 Breathe, O breathe thy loving Spirit
Into every troubled breast;
Let us all in thee inherit,

Let us find thy promised rest.
Come, almighty to deliver,
Let us all thy life receive,
Graciously come down, and never,
Never more thy temples leave.

1 My God, permit my tongue
This joy, to call thee mine;
And let my early cries prevail
To taste thy love divine.

2 My thirsty, fainting soul

Thy mercy does implore;
Not travelers in desert lands
Can pant for water more.

3 For life without thy love
No relish can afford;

No joy can be compared to this,
To serve and please the Lord.

4 Since thou hast been my help,
To thee my spirit flies,
And on thy watchful providence
My cheerful hope relies.

5 The shadow of thy wings

My soul in safety keeps:

I follow where my Father leads,
And he supports my steps.

WATTS.

28.

C. M.

WATTS.

10 THAT the Lord would guide my ways

To keep his statutes still!

O that my God would grant me grace
To know and do his will!

2 O send thy Spirit down to write
Thy law upon my heart!

Nor let my tongue indulge deceit,
Nor act the liar's part.

3 From vanity turn off mine eyes;
Let no corrupt design,
Nor covetous desires, arise
Within this soul of mine.

4 Order my footsteps by thy word,
And make my heart sincere ;
Let sin have no dominion, Lord,
But keep my conscience clear.

5 Make me to walk in thy commands;
'Tis a delightful road;

Nor let my head, or heart, or hands,
Offend against my God.

29.

C. M.

CAPPE'S COL.

1 ETERNAL Source of life and light,
Supremely good and wise,

To thee we bring our grateful vows,
To thee lift up our eyes.

2 Our dark and erring minds illume
With truth's celestial rays;

Inspire our hearts with sacred love,
And tune our lips to praise.

3 Safely conduct us, by thy grace,
Through life's perplexing road;
And place us, when that journey's o'er,
At thy right hand, O God!

30.

L. M. MRS. COTTERILL.

1

1 0 THOU, who hast at thy command
The hearts of all men in thy hand!
Our wayward, erring hearts incline
To have no other will but thine.

2 Our wishes, our desires, control;
Mould every purpose of the soul;
O'er all may we victorious be

That stands between ourselves and thee.

3 Thrice blest will all our blessings be,
When we can look through them to thee;
When each glad heart its tribute pays
Of love, and gratitude, and praise.

4 And while we to thy glory live,
May we to thee all glory give,
Until the final summons come,
That calls thy willing servants home.

31.

7s & 6s M.

RIPPON'S COL.

1 RISE, my soul, and stretch thy wings,
Thy better portion trace;
Rise from transitory things,

Towards heaven, thy native place.

Sun, and moon, and stars decay;
Time shall soon this earth remove;

Rise, my soul, and haste away
To seats prepared above.

2 Rivers to the ocean run,
Nor stay in all their course;
Fire, ascending, seeks the sun.;
Both speed them to their source.
So a soul that's born of God,

Pants to view his glorious face;
Upward tends to his abode,
To rest in his embrace.

3 Fly, my riches, fly, my cares,
While I that course explore;
Flatt'ring world, with all your snares,
Solicit me no more.

Pilgrims fix not here their home;
Strangers tarry but a night:
When the last dear morn shall come,
We'll rise to glorious light.

4 Cease, ye pilgrims, cease to mourn,
Press onward to the prize;
Soon the Savior will return,
Triumphant through the skies.
Yet a season, and you know,
Happy entrance will be given;
All your sorrows left below,

And earth exchanged for heaven.

II. JESUS CHRIST.

32.

11s M.

DRUMMOND.

1 A VOICE from the desert comes awful and shrill; The Lord is advancing! prepare ye the way! The word of Jehovah he comes to fulfil,

And o'er the dark world pour the splendor of day.

2 Bring down the proud mountain, though towering to heaven,

And be the low valley exalted on high:

The rough path and crooked be made smooth and even,

For, Zion! your King, your Redeemer is nigh.

3 The beams of salvation his progress illume; The lone dreary wilderness sings of her Lord; The rose and the myrtle there suddenly bloom, And the olive of peace spreads its branches abroad.

33.

C. M.

CH. PSALMIST.

1 BEHOLD my servant; see him rise
Exalted in my might!

Him have I chosen, and in him
I place supreme delight.

2 On him, in rich effusion poured,.

My Spirit shall descend;

My truths and judgment he shall show
To earth's remotest end.