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3 Feed me with the heav'nly manna

In this barren wilderness ;
Be my sword, and shield, and banner;

Be the Lord my righteousness. 4 When I tread the verge of Jordan,

Bid my anxious fears subside; Death of death, and hell's destruction,

Land me safe on Canaan's side.

HYMN 178.

(L. M Following the Example of Christ. 1 WHENE’ER the angry passions rise,

And tempt our thoughts or tongues to strife,
To Jesus let us list our eyes,

Bright pattern of the Christian life. 2 O how benevolent and kind !

How mild, how ready to forgive !
Be this the temper of our mind,

And these the rules by which we live. 3 To do his heav'nly Father's will

Was his employment and delight;
Humility and holy zeal

Shone through his life divinely bright. 4 Dispensing good where'er he came,

The labours of his life were love;
Then, if we bear the Saviour's name,

By his example let us move.
5 But, ah! how blind, how weak we are !

How frail, how apt to turn aside!
Lord, we depend upon thy care;

We ask thy Spirit for our guide. 6 Thy fair example may we trace,

To teach us what we ought to be;
Make us, by thy transforming grace,
O Saviour, daily more like thee.
HYMN 179.

(8. M.) Duties. I A CHARGE to keep I have,

A God to glorify;
A never dying soul to save,

And fit it for the sky:
2 From youth to hoary age,

My calling to fulfil :
O may it all my pow'rs engage

To do my Master's will.

3 Arm me with jealous care,

As in thy sight to live,
And Oh! thy servant, Lord, prepare

A strict account to give : 4 Help me to watch and pray,

And on thyself rely; Assur'd if I my trust betray,

I shall for ever die.

HYMN 180.

(C. M.) Forgetting those things which are behind," fc.

Phil. iii. 13, 14.
1 AWAKE, my soul, stretch ev'ry nerve,

And press with vigour on,
A heav'nly race demands thy zeal,

And an immortal crown.
2 A cloud of witnesses around,

Hold thee ia 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 uplifted eye.
4 Then wake, my soul, stretch ev'ry nerve,

And press with vigour on,
A heav'nly race demands thy zeal,

And an immortal crown.

(C. M.)

HYMK 181.

1 THE Lord will happiness divine

On contrite hearts bestow;
Then tell me, gracious God, is mine

A contrite heart, or no?
2 I hear, but seem to hear in vain,

Insensible as steel;
If aught is felt, 'tis only pain

To find I cannot feel.
3 My best desires are faint and few,

Í fain would strive for more;
But when I cry, “ My strength renew,"

Seem weaker than before.
4 I see thy saints with comfort fill’d,

When in thy house of pray'r;

But still in bondage I am held,

And find no comfort there.
5 O make this heart rejoice or ache;

Decide this doubt for ine;
And if it be not broken, break;

And heal it, if it be.

(C. M.

HYMN 182. Desires after renewed holiness. 1 O FOR a closer walk with God,

A calm and heav'nly frame! A light to shine upon the road

That leads me to the Lamb! 2 Where is the blessedness I knew,

When first I saw the Lord? Where is the soul-refreshing view

Of Jesus and his word ? 3 What peaceful hours I then enjoy'd;

How sweet their mem'ry still: But now I feel an aching void

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

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

And drove thee from my breast. 5 The dearest idol I have known,

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

And worship only thee.
6 So shall my walk be close with God;

Calm azd serene my frame;
So purer light shall mark the road

That leads me to the Lamb.

(III. I.)

HYMN 183. .

Trials. I 'TIS my happiness below,

Not to live without the cross ; But the Saviour's pow'r to know,

Sanctifying ev'ry loss. 2 Trials inust and will hefall ;

But with humble saith to see Love inscrib'd upon them all;

This is happiness to me. 3 Did I meet no trials here,

No chastisement by the way,

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Might I not with reason fear

I should be a cast-away?
4 Trials make the promise sweet;

Trials give new life to pray’r;
Bring me to my Saviour's feet,
Lay me low, and keep me there.
HYMN 184.

(C. M.) Habitual Devotion. 1 WHILE thee I seek, protecting Pow'r,

Be my vain wishes still’d: And may this consecrated hour

With better hopes be fill'd. 2 Thy love the pow'r of thought bestow'd,

To thee my thoughts would soar: Thy mercy o'er my life has flow'd,

That mercy I adore.
3 In each event of life, how clear

Thy ruling hand I see!
Each blessing to my soul more dear,

Because conferr'd by thee.
4 In ev'ry joy that crowns my days,

In ev'ry pain I bear,
My heart shall find delight in praise,

Or seek relief in pray’r.
5 When gladness wings my favour'd hour,

Thy love my thoughts shall fill; Resign'd, when storms of sorrow low'r,

My soul shall meet thy will. 6 My lifted eye, without a tear,

The gath'ring storin shall see;
My steadfast heart shall know no fear, !

That heart will rest on thee.

HYMN 185.

Walking with God. 1 SINCE I 've known a Saviour's name,

And sin's strong fetters broke, Careful without care I am,

Nor feel my easy yoke: Joyful now my faith to show,

I find his service my reward, All the work I do below

Is light, for such a Lord. 2 To the desert or the cell, Let others blindly fly,

In this evil world I dwell,

Nor fear its enmity;
Here I find an house of pray'r,

To which I inwardly retire;
Walking unconcern'd in care,

And unconsum'd in fire. 3 O that all the world might know

of living, Lord, to thee, Find their heav'n begun below,

And here thy goodness see;
Walk in all the works prepard

By thee to exercise their grace,
Till they gain their full reward,
And see thee face to face.

HYMN 186.

(L M.) Heaven seen by Faith. 1 AS, when the weary trav'ler gains

The height of some commanding hill, His heart revives, if o'er the plains

He sees his home, though distant still; 2 So, when the Christian pilgrim views

By faith his mansion in the skies, The sight his fainting strength renews;

And wings his speed to reach the prize. 3 The hope of heav'n his spirit cheers;

No more he grieves for sorrows past; Nor any future conflict fears,

So he may safe arrive at last. 4 O Lord, on thee our hopes we stay,

To lead us on to thine abode; Assurd thy love will far o'erpay

The hardest labours of the road.

HYMN 187.

(IV. 4.) I would not live alway.Job vii. 16. 1 I WOULD not live alway: I ask not to stay

Where storm after storm rises dark o'er the way; The few lurid mornings that dawn on us here,

Are enough for life's woes, full enough for its cheer 2 I would not live alway, thus fetter'd by sin,

Temptation without, and corruption within :
E'en the rapture of pardon is mingled with fears,

And the cup of thanksgiving with penitent tears. 3 I would not live alway; no—welcome the tomb,

Since Jesus hath lain there, I dread not its gloom i

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