4 To help our soul's infirmity,
To heal thy sin-sick people's care,
To urge our God-commanding plea,
And make our heart a house of prayer,
The promised Intercessor give,
And let us now thyself receive.

5 Come in thy pleading Spirit down
To us who for thy coming stay;
Of all thy gifts we ask but one,

We ask the constant power to pray :
Indulge us, Lord, in this request,
Thou canst not then deny the rest.

146 Penitence-p.280.] 12th P.M. 76,76,78,76.

JE

ESUS, thou hast bid us pray,
Pray always, and not faint;
With the word a power convey
To utter our complaint:
Quiet shalt thou never know,

Till we from sin are fully freed;
O avenge us of our foe,

And bruise the serpent's head!

2 We have now begun to cry,
And we will never end,
Till we find salvation nigh,

And grasp the sinner's Friend:
Day and night we'll speak our wo,
With thee importunately plead;
O avenge us of our foe,

And bruise the serpent's head!
3 Speak the word, and we shall be
From all our bands released;

Only thou canst set us free,

By Satan long oppress'd:

Now thy power almighty show,

Arise, the woman's conq'ring Seed;

O avenge us of our foe,

And bruise the serpent's head!
4 To destroy his work of sin,
Thyself in us reveal;
Manifest thyself within

Our flesh, and fully dwell
With us, in us, here below:

Enter, and make us free indeed : O avenge us of our foe,

And bruise the serpent's head! 5 Stronger than the strong man, thou His fury canst control: Cast him out, by ent❜ring now,

And keep our ransom'd soul: Satan's kingdom overthrow,

On all the powers of darkness tread; O avenge us of our foe,

And bruise the serpent's head!

6 To the never-ceasing cries
Of thine elect attend:

Send deliv'rance from the skies,
The mighty Spirit send :

Though to man thou seemest slow,

Our cries thou seemest not to heed:

O avenge us of our foe,

And bruise the serpent's head!

7 Come, O come, all-glorious Lord!
No longer now delay,

With thy Spirit's two-edged sword
The crooked serpent slay!
Bare thine arm and give the blow,
Root out and kill the hellish seed:

O avenge us of our foe,

And bruise the serpent's head!

8 Jesus, hear thy Spirit's call,
Thy Bride, who bids thee come :

Come, thou righteous Judge of all,
Pronounce the tempter's doom:
Doom him to eternal wo,

For him and for his angels made;
Now avenge us of our foe,
For ever bruise his head!

147 Camberwell-p. 125.]

JES

ESUS, I fain would find
Thy zeal for God in me;
Thy yearning pity for mankind,
Thy burning charity.

2 In me thy Spirit dwell!

In me thy bowels move!
So shall the fervour of my zeal
Be the pure flame of love.

S. M.

148 Gorham-p. 193.] 4th P. M. 886, 886.

AVIOUR, on me the want bestow,
Which all that feel shall surely know

Their sins on earth forgiven;
Give me to prove the kingdom mine,
And taste, in holiness divine,

The happiness of heaven.

2 Meeken my soul, thou heavenly Lamb,
That I in the new earth may claim
My hundred-fold reward;
My rich inheritance possess,

Co-heir with the great Prince of peace,
Co-partner with my Lord.

3 Me with that restless thirst inspire,
That sacred, infinite desire,

And feast my hungry heart;
Less than thyself cannot suffice;
My soul for all thy fulness cries,
For all thou hast and art.

4 Mercy who show shall mercy find;
Thy pitiful and tender mind

Be, Lord, on me bestow'd;
So shall I still the blessing gain,
And to eternal life retain
The mercy of my God.

5 Jesus, the crowning grace impart ;
Bless me with purity of heart,
That, now beholding thee,
I soon may view thy open face,
On all thy glorious beauties gaze,
And God for ever see!

6 Not for my fault or folly's sake,
The name, or mode, or form I take,
But for true holiness;

Let me be wrong'd, reviled, abhorr'd,
And thee, my sanctifying Lord,
In life and death confess.

7 Call'd to sustain the hallow'd cross,
And suffer for thy righteous cause,
Pronounce me doubly blest;
And let thy glorious Spirit, Lord,
Assure me of thy great reward,
In heaven's eternal feast.

149 Kendall-p. 27.]

C. M.

HEE, Jesus, full of truth and grace,

T Thee, Saviour, we adore;

Thee in affliction's furnace praise,

And magnify thy power.

2 Thy power, in human weakness shown, Shall make us all entire ;

We now thy guardian presence own,
And walk unburnt in fire.

3 Thee, Son of man, by faith we see,
And glory in our Guide;

150

Surrounded and upheld by thee,
The fiery test abide.

4 The fire our graces shall refine,
Till, moulded from above,
We bear the character divine,
The stamp of perfect love.

Darwen-p. 114.]

L. M.

LET the prisoners' mournful cries
As incense in thy sight appear!
Their humble wailings pierce the skies,
If haply they may feel thee near.

2 The captive exiles make their moans,
From sin impatient to be free:
Call home, call home thy banish'd ones!
Lead captive their captivity!

3 Show them the blood that bought their peace, The anchor of their steadfast hope; And bid their guilty terrors cease, And bring the ransom'd pris'ners up. 4 Out of the deep regard their cries, The fallen raise, the mourners cheer; O Sun of righteousness, arise,

And scatter all their doubt and fear!

5 Pity the day of feeble things;
O gather every halting soul!
And drop salvation from thy wings,
And make the contrite sinner whole.
6 Stand by them in the fiery hour,
Their feebleness of mind defend;
And in their weakness show thy power,
And make them patient to the end.
7 O satisfy their soul in drought!
Give them thy saving health to see,