5 Then with assurance should I walk, From all confusion free, Convinced with joy, that all my ways With thy commands agree. S. M. 497. WESLEYAN. 1 3 4 Call to labor in God's Vineyard. THE vineyard of the Lord And, lo! we see the vast reward O let us then proceed In God's great work below, And, following our triumphant Head, To further conquests go. The Church of the first-born, We shall with them be blest, And, crowned with endless joy, return To our eternal rest. What honor to behold, In that sublime abode, The patriarchs and prophets old, 5 Then spend our days beneath, 350 C. M. 498. COWPER. Religious Retirement. 1 FAR from the world, O Lord! I flee, From strife and tumult far; From scenes where sin is waging still Its most successful war. 2 The calm retreat, the silent shade, 3 There, if thy Spirit touch the soul, And grace her mean abode, O with what peace, and joy, and love, She communes with her God! 4 There, like the nightingale, she pours Her solitary lays; Nor asks a witness of her song, 5 Author and Guardian of my life, - thou art mine! 1 My God! permit me not to be 2 Why should my passions mix with earth, And thus debase my heavenly birth? Why should I cleave to things below, And let my God, my Saviour, go? 3 Call me away from flesh and sense, One sovereign word can draw me thence; I would obey the voice divine, And all inferior joys resign. 4 Be earth, with all her scenes, withdrawn; Let noise and vanity be gone; In secret silence of the mind, My heaven, and there my God, I find. PRAYERS, ASPIRATIONS, AND DEVOUT AFFECTIONS. S. M. 500. ANONYMOUS. Call to Prayer. 1 COME to the morning prayer, 2 At noon, beneath the Rock 3 At evening, shut thy door, 4 And, finding there the house of God, When midnight veils our eyes, I sleep, but my heart waketh, Lord, S. M. 501. ANONYMOUS. 1 The Hour of Prayer. IT is the hour of prayer: Draw near and bend the knee, 2 The dark and deadly blight 3 O blessed is the hour That lifts our hearts on high: Like sunlight when the tempests lower, Prayer to the soul is nigh; Though dark may be our lot, Our eyes be dim with care, These saddening thoughts shall trouble not This holy hour of prayer. C. M. 502. MONTGOMERY. Prayer. 1 PRAYER is the soul's sincere desire, Uttered or unexpressed; The motion of a hidden fire, |