3 'Tis God's all-animating voice しく 4 Then wake my soul, stretch ev'ry nerve, A heav'nly race demands thy zeal, 1 TH HYMN 181. Doubting. HE Lord will happiness divine 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. (C. M.) 3 My best desires are faint and few, 4 I see thy saints with comfort fill'd, 5 O make this heart rejoice or ache; 10 HYMN 182. Desires after renewed holiness. 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, 3 What peaceful hours I then enjoy'd ; The world can never fill. 4 Return, O holy Dove, return, "I hate the sins that made thee mourn, 5 The dearest idol I have known, Help me to tear it from thy throne, 6 So shall my walk be close with God; So purer light shall mark the road HYMN 183. Trials. 1 'IS my happiness below, 1'TIS Not to live without the cross; 2 Trials must and will befall; But with humble faith to see 3 Did I meet no trials here, No chastisement by the way, Might I not with reason fear 4 Trials make the promise sweet; 1 Bring me to my Saviour's feet, Lay me low, and keep me there. HYMN 184. Habitual Devotion. し L (III. 1.) (c. M.) HILE thee I seek, protecting Pow'r, W 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, 3/In each event of life, how clear Each blessing to my soul more dear, 4 In ev'ry joy that crowns my days, My heart shall find delight in praise,/ 5 When gladness wings my favour'd hour, 6 My lifted eye, without a tear, 1 HYMN 185. Walking with God. NINCE I've known a Saviour's name, SINC And sin's strong fetters broke, Careful without care I am, Nor feel my easy yoke: 3 O that all the world might know L し L Walk in all the works prepar'd HYMN 186. Heaven seen by Faith. 1 AS, when the weary trav'ler gains (L. M.) The height of some commanding hill, His heart revives, if o'er the plains He sees his home, though distant still; So he may safe arrive at last. 4 O Lord, on thee our hopes we stay, "I would not live alway." JOB vii. 16. 1 I WOULD not live alway: I ask not to stay Dee 16/4. Where storm after storm rises dark o'er the way; Where the rivers of pleasure flow o'er the bright plains, 5 Where the saints of all ages in harmony meet, 1 FEW - XI. DEATH. HYMN 188. JOB xiv. 1, 2. 5, 6. EW are thy days, and full of wo, (c. M.) Thy doom is written: "Dust thou art, 2 Behold the emblem of thy state In flow'rs that bloom and die, The number'd hour is on the wing, 4 Great God! afflict not, in thy wrath, That bounds the few and weary days HYMN 189. (C. M.) ARK! from the tombs a mournful sound; Mine ears attend the cry; "Ye living men, come view the ground 2 "Princes, this clay must be your bed, "The tall, the wise, the rev'rend head 3 Great God! is this our certain doom? Still walking downward to the tomb, 4 Grant us the pow'r of quick'ning grace That we may view thy glorious face |