3 Order my footsteps by Thy word,
And make my heart sincere;
Let sin have no dominion, Lord
But keep my conscience clear.
4 Help me to walk in Thy commands,
'Tis a delightful road!
Nor let my head, or heart or hands,
Offend against my God.
10 THOU, from whom all goodness flows, I lift my heart to Thee ;
In all my sorrows, conflicts, woes,
Good Lord, remember me!
2 When, on this aching, burden'd heart My sins lie heavily,
My pardon speak, new peace impart,
In love, remember me!
3 When trials sore obstruct my way,
And ills I cannot flee;
O let my strength be as my day,
For good remember me!
4 And when before Thy throne I stand, And lift my soul to Thee
Then with the saints at Thy right hand,
Good Lord, remember me.
1 THE Lord my pasture shall prepare,
And feed me with a shepherd's care;
His presence shall my wants supply,
And guard me with a watchful eye:
My noon-day walks he shall attend,
And all my midnight hours defend.
2 When in the sultry glebe I faint,
Or on the thirsty mountain pant,
To fertile vales and dewy meads
My weary wand'ring steps he leads;
Where peaceful rivers, soft and slow,
Amid the verdant landscape flow.
3 Though in the paths of death I tread, With gloomy horrors overspread,
My steadfast heart shall fear no ill,
For Thou, O Lord, art with me still;
Thy friendly crook shall give me aid,
And guide me through the dreadful shade.
1 SHINE, mighty God! on Britain shine, With beams of heav'nly grace;
Reveal Thy pow'r through all our coasts,
And shew Thy smiling face,
2 Amidst our isle, exalted high,
Do Thou our glory stand;
And like a wall of guardian fire
Surround our favour'd land.
3 Sing to the Lord ye distant lands,
Sing loud with solemn voice;
While British tongues exalt His praise,
And British hearts rejoice.
4 God the Redeemer scatters round
His choicest favours here;
While the creation's utmost bound
Shall see, adore, and fear.
1 WHEN gath'ring clouds around I view,
And days are dark, and friends are few,
On him I lean, who, not in vain,
Experienc'd ev'ry human pain;
He sees my wants, allays my fears,
And counts and treasures up my tears.
2 If aught should tempt my soul to stray
From heav'nly wisdom's narrow way,
To flee the good I would pursue,
Or do the sin I would not do,
Still he, who felt temptation's pow'r,
Shall guard me in that dang'rous hour.
3 And, oh! when I have safely pass'd
Through ev'ry conflict, but the last,
Still, Lord, unchanging, watch beside
My dying bed, for Thou hast died;
Then point to realms of cloudless day,
And wipe the latest tear away.
I AWAKE, my soul! stretch every nerve,
And press with vigour on;
A heav'nly 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 uplifted eye.
4 Then wake, my soul! stretch every nerve,
And press with vigour on!
A heav'nly race demands thy zeal,
And an immortal crown.
1 WHEN all Thy mercies, O my God,
My rising soul surveys,
Transported with the view, I'm lost
In wonder, love, and praise.
2 Unnumber'd comforts to my soul
Thy tender care bestow'd,
Before my infant heart conceiv'd
From whom those comforts flow'd.
3 When in the slipp'ry paths of youth
With heedless steps I ran,
Thine arm unseen conveyed me safe,
And led me up to man.
4 When worn by sickness, oft hast Thou
With health renew'd my face;
And when in sin and sorrow sunk,
Reviv'd my soul with grace.
5 Through ev'ry period of my life,
Thy goodness I'll pursue;
And after death in distant worlds
The glorious theme renew.
1 HASTEN, O sinner, to be wise,
And stay not for to-morrow's sun:
The longer wisdom you despise,
The harder is she to be won.
2 O hasten mercy to implore,
And stay not for to-morrow's sun: For fear thy season should be o'er Before this evening's stage be run.
3 O hasten, sinner, to return,
And stay not for to-morrow' sun: For fear thy lamp should fail to burn Before the needful work is done.
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