5 He wants no pomp no royal throne,
To raise his figure here,
Content and pleased to live alone,
Till Christ his life appear.

429

1

2

3

4

5

6

Jesus the Pilot.

JESUS, at thy command

I launch into the deep;
And leave my native land,
Where sin lulls all asleep:

For thee I fain would all resign,

And sail to heaven with thee and thine.

Thou art my Pilot wise;

My compass is thy word;
My soul each storm defies,

While I have such a Lord:

I trust thy faithfulness and power,
To save me in the trying hour.

Though rocks and quicksands deep
Through all my passage lie

Yet thou wilt safely keep,

And guide me with thine eye:

My anchor, hope, shall firm abide,
And I each boisterous storm outride.

By faith I see the land,

The port of endless rest;
My soul, thy sails expand,
And fly to Jesus' breast.

Oh may I reach the heavenly shore,
Where winds and waves distress no more.

Whene'er becalmed I lie,

And all my storms subside,

Then to my succor fly,

And keep me near thy side:

For more the treacherous calm I dread,

Than tempests bursting o'er my head.

Come, heavenly wind, and blow
A prosperous gale of grace,

To waft me from below,

To heaven, my destined place: Then, in full sail, my port I'll find, And leave the world and sin behind.

Watts.

H. M.

Toplady.

430

1

1L'

Who can be against us?" Rom. viii. 31.
ET Christian faith and hope dispel
The fears of wrath and wo;
The Lord Almighty is our friend,
And who can prove a foe?

2 He gave his well-beloved Son
For sinful man to die;

And will he not all good bestow,
And all our wants supply?

3 Let troubles rise, and terrors frown,
And days of darkness fall:
Through him all dangers we'll defy,
And more than conquer all.

4 Nor death nor life, nor earth nor hell,
His promise can remove;

Can e'er efface us from his heart,
Or quench his endless love.

431

1

SOME

Joy and Peace in believing.

OMETIMES a light surprises
The Christian while he sings;

It is the Lord who rises

With healing on his wings:
When comforts are declining,
He grants the soul again.
A season of clear shining,
To cheer it after rain.

2 In holy contemplation,

We sweetly then pursue
The theme of God's salvation,
And find it ever new:
Set free from present sorrow,
We cheerfully can say-
Let the unknown to-morrow
Bring with it what it may.
3 It can bring with it nothing

But he will bear us through:
Who gives the lilies clothing,
Will clothe his people too:
Beneath the spreading heavens,
No creature but is fed;

C. M.

Logan, (alt'd.)

7. 6. Iambic.

And he who feeds the ravens,

Will give his children bread.

4 Though vine nor fig-tree neither,

Their wonted fruit should bear,
Though all the fields should wither,
Nor flocks nor herds be there;
Yet, God the same abiding,
His praise shall tune my voice;
For while in him confiding,
I cannot but rejoice.

432

1

Spiritual Darkness. Job xxix. 2.

SWEET was the time when first I felt
The Saviour's pardoning blood

Applied to cleanse my soul from guilt,
And bring me home to God.

2 Soon as the morn the light revealed,
His praises tuned my tongue;

And when the evening shades prevailed,
His love was all my song.

3 In vain the tempter spread his wiles-
The world no more could charm;
I lived upon my Saviour's smiles,
And leaned upon his arm.

4 In prayer my soul drew near the Lord,
And saw his glory shine;

And when I read his holy word,

I called each promise mine.

5 But now, when evening shade prevails,
My soul in darkness mourns;

And when the morn the light reveals,
No light to me returns.

6 Rise, Lord, now help me to prevail;
Oh make my soul thy care;

I know thy mercy cannot fail,
Let me that mercy share.

433

1

1A

Watchfulness.

CHARGE to keep I have;
A God to glorify;

A never-dying soul to save,
And fit it for the sky;

Newton.

C. M.

Newton.

S. M.

C. Wesley.

C. M.

2 To serve the present age,

My calling to fulfill;

Oh may it all my powers 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;

Assured if I my trust betray,

I shall for ever die.

434

Prayer for spiritual Strength.

1 LAS, what hourly dangers rise,

To heaven oh let me lift my eyes,

And hourly watch and pray.

2 How oft my mournful thoughts complain,
And melt in flowing tears!

My weak resistance-ah, how vain!
How strong my foes and fears!

3 O Lord, increase my faith and hope,
When foes and fears prevail;
And bear my fainting spirit up,
Or soon my strength will fail.

4 Oh keep me in thy heavenly way,
And bid the tempter flee;

And let me never-never stray
From happiness and thee.

435

1

"Watch and pray." Matt. xxvi. 41.

Y soul, be on thy guard;

Με

Ten thousand foes arise,

And hosts of sins are pressing hard,
To draw thee from the skies.

2 Oh watch, and fight, and pray;
The battle ne'er give o'er;
Renew it boldly every day,
And help divine implore.

3 Ne'er think the victory won,
Nor once at ease sit down;

Mrs. Steele.

S. M.

Thy arduous work will not be done,

Till thou receive thy crown.

4 Fight on, my soul, till death

Shall bring thee to thy God;

He'll take thee, at thy parting breath,
Up to his bless'd abode.

436

1

AV

The Christian Race.

WAKE, my soul-stretch every nerve,
And press with vigor on:

A heavenly race demands thy zeal,
And an immortal crown.

2 A cloud of witnesses around
Hold thee in 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 aspiring eye.

4 Bless'd Saviour, introduced by thee,
Have we our race begun;

And, crowned with victory, at thy feet
We'll lay our laurels down.

437

1

Danger of Self-confidence.

EWARE of Peter's word,
Nor confidently say,

"I never will deny the Lord,"
But "grant I never may."

2 Man's wisdom is to seek

His strength in God alone;
And e'en an angel would be weak,
Who trusted in his own.

3 Retreat beneath his wings,

And in his grace confide;

This more exalts the King of kings
Than all your works beside.

4 In Jesus is our store;

Grace issues from his throne;
"I want no more,"

Whoever says,

Confesses he has none,

Heath.

C. M.

Doddridge.

S. M.

Cowper.