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3 Feed me with the heav'nly manna
In this barren wilderness ;
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.
(L. M Following the Example of Christ. 1 WHENE’ER the angry passions rise,
And tempt our thoughts or tongues to strife,
Bright pattern of the Christian life. 2 O how benevolent and kind !
How mild, how ready to forgive !
And these the rules by which we live. 3 To do his heav'nly Father's will
Was his employment and delight;
Shone through his life divinely bright. 4 Dispensing good where'er he came,
The labours of his life were love;
By his example let us move.
How frail, how apt to turn aside!
We ask thy Spirit for our guide. 6 Thy fair example may we trace,
To teach us what we ought to be;
(8. M.) Duties. I A CHARGE to keep I have,
A God to glorify;
And fit it for the sky:
My calling to fulfil :
To do my Master's will.
3 Arm me with jealous care,
As in thy sight to live,
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.
(C. M.) Forgetting those things which are behind," fc.
Phil. iii. 13, 14.
And press with vigour on,
And an immortal crown.
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.
And press with vigour on,
And an immortal crown.
On contrite hearts bestow;
A contrite heart, or no?
Insensible as steel;
To find I cannot feel.
Í fain would strive for more;
Seem weaker than before.
When in thy house of pray'r;
But still in bondage I am held,
And find no comfort there.
Decide this doubt for ine;
And heal it, if it be.
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.
Sweet messenger of rest;
And drove thee from my breast. 5 The dearest idol I have known,
Whate'er that idol be,
And worship only thee.
Calm azd serene my frame;
That leads me to the Lamb.
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,
Might I not with reason fear
I should be a cast-away?
Trials give new life to pray’r;
(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.
Thy ruling hand I see!
Because conferr'd by thee.
In ev'ry pain I bear,
Or seek relief in pray’r.
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;
That heart will rest on thee.
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;
To which I inwardly retire;
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;
By thee to exercise their grace,
(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.
(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 :
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