2 Long as our fiery trials last, 3 Till thou thy perfect love impart, Q 333. C. M. Wesley's Coll. Prayer for Tenderness, and Watchfulness. UICK as the apple of an eye, O God, my conscience make; Awake my soul when sin is nigh, And keep it still awake. 2 If to the right or left I stray, That moment, Lord, reprove, And let me weep from day to day, For having griev'd thy love. 30 may the least omission pain And drive me to the blood again, 334. S. M. Wesley's Coll. With humble confidence look up, 2 Give me a sober mind, A self-renouncing will, That tramples down and casts behind, 3 A soul inured to pain, To hardship, grief, and loss; Bold to take up firm to sustain The consecrated cross. 4 Give me a godly fear, A quick discerning eye, That looks to thee when danger's near, 5 A spirit still prepar'd, - And arm'd with jealous care, I 335. PART II. WANT a heart to pray, 2 A jealous, just concern 336. L. M. Wesley's Coll. Seeking Blessings from Jesus. ESUS, I fain would walk in thee, Thou art my way, my leader be, 2 Uphold me, Saviour, or I fall,— 3 0 thou, my Saviour, brother, friend, Acknowledgment and Petition. AUTHOR of good! to thee I turn For thou canst all my wants discern, 2 O let thy fear within me dwell, 3 Since oft, by error's baits allur'd, 4 Not to my wish, but to my wants, FATHER, whate'er of earthly bliss Thy sovereign will denies, Accepted at thy throne of grace, 2 Give me a calm and thankful heart, "The blessings of thy grace impart, 'And make me live to thee: 3 Let the sweet hope that thou art mine, My life and death attend; Thy presence through my journey shine, 339. S. M. Wesley's Coll. MYSELF I cannot save, I seek for help in thee alone 2. To thee, Almighty God, 340. C. M. Wesley's Coll. A Prayer for Purity of Heart. JESUS, thy all-victorious love Then shall my feet no longer rove, 2 O that it now from heaven may fall, 3 Refining fire, go through my heart, Diffuse thy life through every part, 341. C. M. Wesley's Coll. A heart that always feels thy blood, 2 A heart resign'd, submissive, meek, 3 An humble, lowly, contrite heart, Believing, true, and clean; Which neither life nor death can part From him that dwells within: 4 A heart in every thought renew'd, Perfect, and right, and pure, and good, 5 Thy tender heart is still the same, 342. C. M. The Desired Blessing. Prov. xxx. 8. FATHER, I bow before thy throne, To thee address my prayer; Though all my wants to thee are known, 2 Pure, meek, and patient, may I be, 3 Kindly removed from wealth and want, My simple need supplied This blessing, Heavenly Father, grant Jesus on the Throne of Grace. BEHOLD the throne of grace! The promise calls me near; There Jesus shows a smiling face, 2 That rich atoning blood, Which sprinkled round I see, Provides for those who come to God, 3 My soul, ask what thou wilt, Thou canst not be too bold; 4 Beyond thy utmost wants, His love and power can bless; To praying souls he always grants More than they can express. |