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164 Ashburton--p. 170.) 1st P. M. 6 lines 8s.
In revelling and frantic mirth;
Our happiness the things of earth :
We will not let our eyelids sleep,
And all a solemn vigil keep:
O Jesus, for thy sake,
And sing with cheerful melody;
We listen for thy welcome voice;
And bid us in thy strength rejoice;
Of saints, and let our joys abound;
And triumph in redemption found;
With joy upon our heads return,
And, far above these nether skies,
By thee on eagles' wings upborne, Through all yon radiant circles move, And gain the highest heaven of love. 165
Romney—p. 42.] C. M. THY, presence, Lord, the place shall fill,
Shall in my flesh be done.
And now in hope rejoice, In confidence to see thy face,
And always hear thy voice.
What shall I more require ?
And only thee desire.
But make me, Lord, thy home; Come when thou wilt, I that resign,
But O, my Jesus, come! 166 Watchman--p. 118.] S. M.
This slumber from my soul! Say to me now,
Awake, awake! And Christ shall make thee whole." 2 Lay to thy mighty hand,
Alarm me in this hour,
The thunder of thy power! 3 Give me on thee to call,
Always to watch and pray,
Lest I into temptation fall,
And cast my shield away. 4 For each assault prepared,
And ready may I be,
And looking up to thee. 5 O do thou always warn
My soul of evil near !
Thy voice still let me hear : 6 “Come back! this is the
!. Come back! and walk therein !" O may I hearken and obey,
And shun the paths of sin ! 167 Southfield-p. 121.] S. M.
"HOU seest my feebleness,
My help and refuge in distress,
My fortress and my tower. 2 Give me to trust in thee;
Be thou my sure abode : My horn, and rock, and buckler be,
My Saviour, and my God. 3 Myself I cannot save,
Myself I cannot keep ;
Whose eyelids never sleep. 4 My soul to thee alone,
Now, therefore, I commend : Thou, Jesus, love me as thine own,
And love me to the end !
St. Thomas-p. 134.] S. M. ID me of men beware,
And to my ways take heed; Discern their every secret snare,
And circumspectly tread. 2 O may I calmly wait
Thy succours from above;
And well-dissembled love! 3 My spirit, Lord, alarm,
When men and devils join ; 'Gainst all the powers of Satan arm,
In panoply divine : 4 O may I set my face,
His onsets to repel ; Quench all his fiery darts, and chase
The fiend to his own hell! 5 But, above all, afraid
Of my own bosom foe,
To thee my weakness show; 6 Hang on thy arm alone,
With self-distrusting care,
The never-ceasing prayer.
A quick discerning eye,
And all occasions fly.
And never more depart,
Over my evil heart.
3 Thus may I pass my days
Of sojourning beneath,
And render up my breath :
Thine image to regain,
And rise with thee to reign!
Chase this dread slumber from my soul;