Send thee, from His holy place,
Timely aid or strengthening grace!
2 May thy prayers and offerings rise,
By thy God recorded!
Thine oblations reach the skies,
Graciously rewarded!

Granted be thy heart's request;
All thy purposes be blest!

3 Thy success our hearts shall cheer,
We, with exultation,

In Jehovah's name will rear
Trophies of salvation.

Go beneath His guardian care,
And the Lord fulfil thy prayer!

J. CONDER. 1836,

THE CHRISTIAN LIFE:

1168

COME

DECLINE AND RECOVERY.

C.M.

Come and let us return unto the Lord.
Hos. 6. 1.

1OME, let us to the Lord our God
With contrite hearts return;
Our God is gracious, nor will leave
The desolate to mourn.

2 His voice commands the tempest forth,
And stills the stormy waves;

And though His arm be strong to smite,
'Tis also strong to save.

3 Long hath the night of sorrow reigned;
The dawn shall bring us light;

God shall appear, and we shall rise
With gladness in His sight.

4 Our hearts, if God we seek to know,
Shall know Him and rejoice;
His coming like the morn shall be,
Like morning songs His voice.

5 So shall His presence bless our souls,
And shed a joyful light;

That hallowed morn shall chase away
The sorrows of the night.

JOHN MORRISON. 1741.

L.M.

1169 Let him return to the Lord, and He will

have mercy upon him.-Isa. 55. 7.

1 DETURN, O wanderer, return,

And seek an injured Father's face;
Those warm desires that in thee burn
Were kindled by reclaiming grace.

2 Return, O wanderer, return,

And seek a Father's melting heart;
His pitying eyes thy grief discern,
His hand shall heal thy inward smart.
3 Return, O wanderer, return,
Thy Saviour bids thy spirit live;
Go to His bleeding feet, and learn
How freely Jesus can forgive.

4 Return, O wanderer, return,
And wipe away the falling tear;
'Tis God who says, "No longer mourn;
'Tis mercy's voice invites thee near.

112th.

W. B. COLLYER. 1812.

1170 I perish with hunger. I will arise, and go

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to my Father.-Luke 15. 17, 18.

WEAR

TEARY of wandering from my God,
And now made willing to return,

I hear, and bow me to the rod;
For Him, not without hope, I mourn;
I have an Advocate above,

A Friend before the throne of love.
2 O Jesus, full of truth and grace,
More full of grace than I of sin;
Yet once again I seek Thy face,
Open Thine arms and take me in;
And freely my backslidings heal,
And love the faithless sinner still.

3 Thou know'st the way to bring me back,
My fallen spirit to restore;

Oh! for Thy truth and mercy's sake,
Forgive, and bid me sin no more;
The ruins of my soul repair,

And make my heart a house of prayer.
4 Ah! give me, Lord, the tender heart,
That trembles at the approach of sin;
A godly fear of sin impart,

Implant, and root it deep within;
That I may dread Thy gracious power,
And never dare offend Thee more.

C. WESLEY. 1740.

THE CHRISTIAN LIFE:

PROGRESS AND PERSEVERANCE.

10.4.

1171 Thou shalt guide me with Thy counsel, and

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afterward receive me to glory.-Ps. 73. 24.

LEAD,

EAD, kindly Light, amid the encircling
Lead Thou me on;

[gloom,

The night is dark, and I am far from home;

Lead Thou me on.

Keep Thou my feet; I do not ask to see The distant scene; one step enough for me. 2 I was not ever thus, nor prayed that Thou Shouldst lead me on;

I loved to choose and see my path; but now Lead Thou me on;

I loved the garish days, and spite of fears, Pride ruled my will: remember not past years! 3 So long Thy power hath blest me, sure it still Will lead me on

O'er moor and fen, o'er crag and torrent, till The night is gone,

And with the morn those angel-faces smile Which I have loved long since, and lost awhile. J. H. NEWMAN. 1833.

L.M.

1172 But be not Thou far from me, O Lord.

1

L'

Ps. 22. 19.

END me, O Lord, Thy softening cloud, When sunshine makes a heaven below, Lest in the desert I be proud,

Forgetful whence the sunbeams flow.

2 Lend me, O Lord, Thy fire Divine When darkness hides Thee from my soul, Lest in the desert I repine,

Forgetful whence the shadows roll.

3 Be Thou the shade on my right hand,
When in my strength I stand alone;
And when in night I lose the land,
Be Thou my Star, my guiding One.
4 Thy cloud that meets me in the day
Is but the shadow of Thy wing,
Concealing from my sight the way
That faith alone may homeward bring.

5 Thy fire that meets me in the night
Is the full brightness of Thy face,
Revealing through my tears a light
That leads me to Thy dwelling-place.

148th.

1173 They left their nets, and followed Him.

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2

3

4

5

Matt. 4. 20.

JESUS, at the deep,

ESUS, at Thy command

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 Christ will safely keep,

And guide me with His 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.

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

Whene'er becalmed I lie,

And storms forbear to toss,