2 Vows and longings, hopes and fears,
Broken-hearted sighs and tears,
Dreams of what we yet might be
Could we cling more close to thee,
Which, despite of faults and failings,
Help thy grace in its prevailings-
On thine altar laid we leave them;
Christ, present them! God, receive them!

3 Homage of each humble heart,
Ere we from thy house depart;
Worship fervent, deep and high,
Adoration, ecstasy;

All that childlike love can render
Of devotion true and tender-
On thine altar laid we leave them,

Christ, present them! God, receive them!

A-men.

Ο

My feeble efforts aid;

Help me to watch, and pray, and strive,
Though trembling and afraid.

2 Increase my faith-increase my hope,
When foes and fears prevail;
And bear my fainting spirit up,
Or soon my strength will fail.

3 O keep me in the heavenly way,
And bid the tempter flee;
And let me never, never stray
From happiness and thee.

A-men.

278 JOEL ii. 13.

7 Chandler.

FAITH.

C. M.

J. B. Dykes.

ISINNER, bring not tears alone,
Or outward form of prayer,

But let it in thy heart be known
That penitence is there.

2 To smite the breast, the clothes to rend,
God asketh not of thee;

Thy secret soul he bids thee bend
In true humility.

3 O let us, then, with heartfelt grief,
Draw near unto our God,

And pray to him to grant relief,
And stay the lifted rod.

4 O righteous Judge, if thou wilt deign
To grant us what we need,

We pray for time to turn again,
And grace to turn indeed.

A-men.

I'LL go to Jesus, though my sin

Like mountains round me close;
I know his courts, I'll enter in,
Whatever may oppose.

2 Prostrate I'll lie before his throne,
And there my guilt confess;
I'll tell him I'm a wretch undone
Without his sovereign grace.

I

HERE, at thy cross, my gracious Lord,

I lay my soul beneath thy love:

Here be it sprinkled with thy blood,
Nor ever from thy feet remove!

281. CONTINUED.

282

GRACE CHURCH.

2 Should worlds conspire to drive me hence,
Moveless and firm this heart should lie;
Resolved, for 'tis my last defence,
If I must perish, here to die.

3 But speak, my Lord, and calm my fear;
Am I not safe beneath thy shade?
Thy vengeance will not strike me here,
Nor Satan dare my soul invade.

4 Yes, I'm secure beneath thy blood,
And all my foes shall lose their aim:
Hosanna to my Saviour God!
And loudest praises to his name.

"PITY, LORD."

Unknown Writer.

A-men.

DUFFIELD. 7s. 61.

L. W. Bacon.

I LORD, I believe; thy power I own,
Thy word I would obey;

I wander comfortless and lone,
When from thy truth I stray.

2 Lord, I believe; but gloomy fears
Sometimes bedim my sight;

I look to thee with prayers and tears,
And cry for strength and light.

3 Lord, I believe; but oft, I know,
My faith is cold and weak:

My weakness strengthen, and bestow
The confidence I seek!

4 Yes! I believe; and only thou
Canst give my soul relief,

Lord! to thy truth my spirit bow;
"Help thou mine unbelief!"

A-men.