3 From vanity turn off mine eyes;
Let no corrupt design,
Nor covetous desires, arise
Within this soul of mine.

4 Order my footsteps by thy word,
And make my heart sincere ;
Let sin have no dominion, Lord,
But keep my conscience clear.

5 Make me to walk in thy commands, -
'T is a delightful road;

Nor let my head, or heart, or hands,
Offend against my God.

L. M.

532.

BOWRING.

Trust in God.

1 O LET my trembling soul be still,
While darkness veils this mortal eye,
And wait thy wise, thy holy will,
Wrapt yet in fears and mystery;
I cannot, Lord! thy purpose see;
Yet all is well, since ruled by thee.

2 When, mounted on thy clouded car, Thou send'st thy darker spirits down, I can discern thy light afar,

Thy light, sweet beaming through thy frown; And, should I faint a moment, then

I think of thee, and smile again.

3 So, trusting in thy love, I tread The narrow path of duty on;

What though some cherished joys are fled? What though some flattering dreams are gone?

Yet purer, brighter joys remain :
Why should my spirit then complain?

78. M.

533.

NEWTON.

The Child of God.

1 QUIET, Lord, my froward heart;
Make me teachable and mild,
Upright, simple, free from art;
Make me as a little child;
From distrust and envy free,
Pleased with all that pleases thee.

2 What thou shalt to-day provide,
Let me as a child receive;
What to-morrow may betide,
Calmly to thy wisdom leave;
'T is enough that thou wilt care;
Why should I the burden bear?

3 As a little child relies

On a care beyond his own,
Knows he 's neither strong nor wise,
Fears to stir a step alone,-

Let me thus with thee abide,
As my Father, Guard, and Guide.

C. M.

534.

BULFINCH.

Help Thou our Unbelief.

1 FATHER! when o'er our trembling hearts
Doubt's shadows gathering brood,
When faith in thee almost departs,
And gloomiest fears intrude;
Forsake us not, O God of grace,
But send those fears relief;

2

Grant us again to see thy face;
Lord, help our unbelief!

When sorrow comes, and joys are flown,
And fondest hopes lie dead,

And blessings, long esteemed our own, Are now for ever fled,

When the bright promise of our spring
Is but a withered leaf, -

Lord, to thy truths still let us cling;
Help thou our unbelief!

3 And when the powers of nature fail
Upon the couch of pain,

Nor love nor friendship can avail
The spirit to detain;

Then, Father, be our closing eyes
Undimmed by tears of grief;
And, if a trembling doubt arise,
Help thou our unbelief!

L. M.

535.

TOPLADY.

For Perfect Love.

1 O THAT my heart was right with Thee,
And loved thee with a perfect love!
O that my Lord would dwell in me,
And never from his seat remove!

2 Father, I dwell in mournful night,
Till thou dost in my heart appear;
Arise, propitious Sun! and light
An everlasting morning there.

3 O let my prayer acceptance find,
And bring the mighty blessing down;
Eyesight impart, for I am blind;
And seal me thine adopted son.

C. M.

536.

MONTGOMERY

Resignation.

1 ONE prayer I have, all prayers in one, When I am wholly thine;

Thy will, my God, thy will be done,
And let that will be mine.

2 All-wise, almighty, and all-good,
In thee I firmly trust;

Thy ways, unknown or understood,
Åre merciful and just.

3 May I remember that to thee
Whate'er I have I owe;

And back, in gratitude, from me
May all thy bounties flow.

Thy gifts are only then enjoyed,
When used as talents lent;
Those talents only weli employed,
When in thy service spent.

5 And, though thy wisdom takes away, Shall I arraign thy will?

No; let me bless thy name, and say, "The Lord is gracious still."

6 A pilgrim through the earth I roam,
Of nothing long possessed,
And all must fail when I go home,
For this is not my rest.

S. M.

537. Holy Desires.

PATRICK.

1 GOD, who is just and kind,
Will those who err instruct,
And to the paths of righteousness
Their wandering steps conduct.

2 The humble soul he guides;
Teaches the meek his way;
Kindness and truth he shows to all
Who his just laws obey.

That mixes fear with love,

And lead me through whatever path
Thy wisdom shall approve.

4 O ever keep my soul

From error, shame, and guilt; Nor suffer the fair hope to fail, Which on thy truth is built.

7 & 68. M.

538.

"Rise, my Soul."

RIPPON'S COL.

1 RISE, my soul, and stretch thy wings; Thy better portion trace; Rise, from transitory things,

Towards heaven, thy native place: Sun, and moon, and stars decay, Time shall soon this earth remove; Rise, my soul, and haste away

To seats prepared above.

2 Rivers to the ocean run,

Nor stay in all their course;

Fire ascending seeks the sun,
Both speed them to their source: