HYMN 370. L. M. [#]

Christian Vigilance and Reproof.

1 LORD, when I call, make haste to hear,
And to my voice incline thine ear;
So shall my prayer like incense rise,
My lifted hands like sacrifice.

2 O set upon my lips a guard,
And let my tongue be doubly barred:
Let not my heart to vice incline,
Nor let my hand in mischief join.
3 If e'er from wisdom's path I stray,
And walk in sin's delusive way,
Let virtue's friends, severely kind,
Reprove the errors of my mind.

4 Their faithful words, like ointment shed,
Shall never bruise, but heal my head;
And when I find them pressed with grief,
I'll pray to Heaven for their relief.

HYMN 371. C. M. [#]

Dependence and Submission.

1 AUTHOR of good, we rest on thee;
Thine ever-watchful eye
Alone our real wants can see,
Thy hand alone supply.

2 O let thy fear within us dwell,
Thy love our footsteps guide:
That love shall vainer loves expel;
That fear all fears beside.

3 And since, by passion's force subdued,
Too oft, with stubborn will,
We blindly shun the latent good,
And grasp the specious ill,—

4 Not what we wish, but what we want,
Let mercy still supply;

The good, unasked, O Father, grant;
The ill, though asked, deny.

HYMN 372. L. M. [#]

Desire of Wisdom and Obedience.

1 TEACH me, O teach me, Lord, thy way, That, to my life's remotest day, By thine unerring precepts led,

My feet thy heavenly paths may tread.
2 Informed by thee, with sacred awe,
My heart shall meditate thy law;
And, with celestial wisdom filled,
To thee a pure obedience yield.

3 Give me to know thy will aright,—
Thy will, my glory and delight,-
That, raised above the world, my mind
In thee its highest good may find.

4 O turn from vanity mine eye;
To me thy quickening strength supply;
And with thy promised mercy cheer
A heart devoted to thy fear.

HYMN 373. C. M. [#]

Cheerful Obedience.

1 THOU art my Portion, O my God;
Soon as I know thy way,

My willing heart obeys thy word,
And suffers no delay.

2 I choose the path of heavenly truth,
And glory in my choice:
Not all the riches of the earth
Could make me so rejoice.

3 The testimonies of thy grace
I set before my eyes;
Thence I derive my daily strength,
And there my comfort lies.

4 Now I am thine, forever thine;
O save thy servant, Lord:

Thou art my Shield, my Hiding-place ;
My hope is in thy word.

5 Thou hast inclined this heart of mine
Thy statutes to fulfil;
And thus, till mortal life shall end,
Would I perform thy will.

HYMN 374. L. M. [#]

Acknowledgment of divine Goodness. 1 YE humble souls, approach your God With songs of sacred joy and praise; For he is good, immensely good, And kind are all his works and ways,

2 All nature owns his guardian care; In him we live, in him we move; But nobler benefits declare

His wonders in redeeming love.

3 From heaven he sent his holy Son

To save a world from death and sin; "Tis here he makes his goodness known, And proves it boundless and divine. 4 To this sure refuge, Lord, we come ; On this alone our hope relies;

A safe defence, a peaceful home,
Where storms of trouble never rise.

HUMILITY, PATIENCE AND
RESIGNATION.

HYMN 375. L. M. [b]
Humility.

1 WHEREFORE should man, frail child of clay, Who, from the cradle to the shroud, Lives but the insect of a day,

O, why should mortal man be proud?

2 His brightest visions just appear,

Then vanish, and no more are found;
The stateliest pile his pride can rear,
A breath may level with the ground.
3 Follies and crimes, a countless sum,
Are crowded in life's little span :

How ill, alas, does pride become That erring, guilty creature, man! 4 God of our lives, Father divine,

Give us a meek and lowly mind; In modest worth, O may we shine, And peace in humble virtue find.

HYMN 376. C. M. [b]

Prostration.

1 ATTEND, my soul, with filial awe,
The dictates of thy God;

Silent and trembling, hear the voice
Of his appointed rod.

2 Now let me search and try my ways,
And, prostrate, seek his face;

Conscious of guilt, before his throne,
In dust my soul abase.

3 Teach me, my God, what's yet unknown,
And all my crimes forgive;

Those crimes I would no more repeat,
But to thine honour live.

4 My withered joys too plainly show
That all on earth is vain:
In God my wounded heart confides,
True rest and bliss to gain.

5 Father, I wait thy gracious call
To leave this mournful land,
And bathe in rivers of delight

That flow at thy right hand.