5 let me wing my hallowed flight

From earth-born woe and care, And soar above these clouds of night,

My Saviour's bliss to share !

L. M.


Choosing the better Part.
1 Beset with snares on every hand,

In life's uncertain path I stand :
Father divine! diffuse thy light,
To guide my doubtful footsteps right

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2 Engage this roving, treacherous heart

Wisely to choose the better part;
To scorn the trifles of a day,

For joys that none can take away. 3 Then let the wildest storms arise ;

Let tempests mingle earth and skies;
No fatal shipwreck shall I fear,

But all my treasures with me bear. 4 If thou, my Father, still be nigh,

Cheerful I live, and joyful die;
Secure, when mortal comforts flee,
To find ten thousand worlds in thee.

C. M.


Seeking the Knowledge of God. 1 Shine forth, Eternal Source of light,

And make thy glories known; Fill our enlarged, adoring sight

With lustre all thy own.

2 Vain are the charms, and faint the rays

The brightest creatures boast; And all their grandeur and their praise

Is in thy presence lost.
3 To know the. Author of our framne

Is our sublimest skill :
True science is to read thy name,

True life ť obey thy will.
A For this I long, for this I pray,

And following on pursue,
Till visions of eternal day

Fix and complete the view.

C. M.

Submission to the Divine Disposal.
1 O Lord! my best desires fulfil,

And help me to resign
Life, health, and comfort to thy will,

And make thy pleasure mine. 2 Why should I shrink at thy command,

Whose love forbids my fears ; Or tremble at thy gracious hand,

That wipes away my tears? 3 No! let me rather freely yield

What most I prize to thee,
Who never hast a good withheld,

Nor wilt withhold, from me.
Wisdom and mercy guide my way;

Shall I resist them both ?
Short-sighted creature of a day,

And crushed before the moth!

6 But ah! my inward spirit cries,

Still bind me to thy sway; Else the next cloud that veils my skies

Drives all these thoughts away.

C. M.



God our Portion. Psalm 4.

i In vain the erring world inquires

For true, substantial good; Whilst earth confines their low desires,

They live on airy food.

2 Not all the good which earth bestows

Can fill the craving mind;
Its highest joys have mingled woes,

And leave a sting behind.

3 Begone, ye gilded vanities •

I seek some solid good ; To real bliss


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4 To thee, my God, my soul aspires;

Dispel these shades of night; Enlarge and fill these vast desires

With infinite delight.

C. M



God speaking Peace to his people. Psalm 85.
1 Unire, my roving thoughts, unite

In silence soft and sweet:
And thou, my soul, sit gently down

At thy great Sovereign's feet.

2 Jehovah's awful voice is heard,

Yet gladly I attend;
For lo! the everlasting God

Proclaims himself my friend.
3 Harmonious accents to my soul

The sound of peace convey;
The tempest at his word subsides,

And winds and seas obey.

4 By all its joys I charge my heart

To grieve his love no more;
But, charmed by melody divine,

To give its follies o’er.

C. M.


"Lord, remember me." 1 0 Thou, from whom all goodness flows,

I lift my soul to thee;
In all my sorrows, conflicts, woes,

Good Lord, remember me.
2 When on my aching, burdened heart

My sins lie heavily,
Thy pardon grant, new peace impart :

Good Lord, remember me.
3 When trials sore obstruct my way,

And ills I cannot flee,
O let my strength be as my day :

Good Lord, remember me.
When worn with pain, disease, and grief,

This feeble body see;
Grant patience, rest, and kind relief:

Good Lord, remember me.


5 When in the solemn hour of death

I wait thy just decree, Be this the prayer of my last breath,

“ Good Lord, remember me!”

6 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!

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i Lord, when I quit this earthly stage,

Where shall I fly but to thy breast ?
For I could find no other home,
And I would seek no other rest.

2 I cannot live contented here

Without some glimpses of thy face; And heaven, without thy presence there, Would be a dark and tiresome place.

3 When earthly cares engross the day,

And hold my thoughts aside from thee, The shining hours of cheerful light

Are like long, tedious years to me. 4 And if no evening visit 's paid

Between my Saviour and my soul,
How dull the night! how sad the shade!
How mournfully the minutes roll!

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