194.S. M.Anonymous.The Spirit Saith “Come!”1The Spirit in our heartsIs whispering, “Wanderer, come!”The Bride, the church of Christ, proclaimsTo all his children, “Come!”2Let him that heareth sayTo all about him, “Come!”Let him that thirsts for righteousness,To Christ, the fountain, come!3Yes, whosoever will,O, let him freely come,And freely drink the stream of life;’Tis Jesus bids you come.4Lo! Jesus, who invites,Declares, “I quickly come!”Lord, even so! I wait thine hour;Jesus, my Saviour, come!195.7s. M.Anonymous.The Prodigal.1Brother, hast thou wandered farFrom thy Father’s happy home,With thyself and God at war?Turn thee, brother, homeward come!2Hast thou wasted all the powersGod for noble uses gave?Squandered life’s most golden hours?Turn thee, brother, God can save!3Is a mighty famine nowIn thy heart and in thy soul?Discontent upon thy brow?Turn thee, God will make thee whole!4He can heal thy bitterest wound,He thy gentlest prayer can hear;Seek Him, for He may be found;Call upon Him; He is near.196.L. M.Beard’s Coll.Turn, Child of Doubt.1Turn, child of doubt, estranged from God!To error’s joyless waste betrayed;No light will there illume thy road,No friendly voice will give thee aid.2O, turn, and leave that cheerless waste!The shade of death,—the maze of woe!There is a path that leads to rest,A fount of life is given below.3Thy friend, thy Lord, from heaven revealed,The lost, the erring, to recall,That sacred fountain hath unsealed;With voice of love he speaks to all.4He bids the dying wanderer turn,To walk in duty’s way, and live;He speaks to wounded souls that mourn,He speaks,—to heal and to forgive.197.7s. M.Briggs’ Coll.Come Home!1Soul! celestial in thy birth,Dwelling yet in lowest earth,Panting, shrinking to be free,Hear God’s spirit whisper thee.2Thus it saith; in accents mild,—“Weary wanderer, wayward child,From thy Father’s earnest loveStill forever wilt thou rove?3“Turn to hope, and peace, and light,Freed from sin, and earth, and night;I have called, entreated thee,In my mercies gentle, free.4“Human soul, in love divineI have sought to make thee mine;Still for thee good angels yearn;Human soul, return, return!”198.C. M.Whittier.The Call.1O, not alone with outward signOf fear, or voice from heaven,The message of a truth divine,The call of God, is given;Awakening in the human heartLove for the True and Right,Zeal for the Christian’s better part,Strength for the Christian’s fight.2Though heralded by naught of fear,Or outward sign, or show;Though only to the inward earIt whisper soft and low;Though dropping as the manna fell,Unseen, yet from above,Holy and gentle, heed it well,—The call to Truth and Love.199.11s. M.Anonymous.Acquaint Thee with God.1Acquaint thee, O spirit, acquaint thee with God,And joy, like the sunshine, shall beam on thy road;And peace, like the dew, shall descend round thy head,And sleep, like an angel, shall visit thy bed.2Acquaint thee, O spirit, acquaint thee with God,And he shall be with thee when fears are abroad;Thy safeguard in danger that threatens thy path,Thy joy in the valley and shadow of death.200.S. M.Johns.Thou Must Be Born Again.1Thou must be born again!Such was the solemn wordTo him who came, not all in vain,By night to seek his Lord.2Thou must be born again!But not the birth of clay;The immortal seed must thence obtainDeliverance into day.3Thou, in thy inmost mind,Must own the same control;The same regenerating windMust move and guide thy soul.4Thou canst not choose but traceThe steps the Master trod,If once thou feel his truth and grace,A conscious child of God.5The mortal’s birth is past;The immortal’s birth must be;Seek well and thou shalt find at lastThat blest nativity.201.7s. M.*John Taylor.A Penitential Hymn.1God of mercy! God of love!Hear our sad, repentant songs;Listen to Thy suppliant ones,Thou, to whom all grace belongs!2Deep regret for follies past,Talents wasted, time misspent;Hearts debased by worldly cares,Thankless for the blessings lent;—3Foolish fears and fond desires,Vain regrets for things as vain;Lips too seldom taught to praise,Oft to murmur and complain;—4These, and every secret fault,Filled with grief and shame, we own;Humbled at Thy feet we bow,Seeking strength from Thee alone.5God of mercy! God of love!Hear our sad, repentant songs;O, restore Thy suppliant ones,Thou to whom all grace belongs!202.10s. M.Anonymous.The Broken Shield.1O, send me not away! for I would drink,Even I, the weakest, at the fount of life;Chide not my steps, that venture near the brink,Weary and fainting from the deadly strife.2Went I not forth undaunted and alone,Strong in the majesty of human might?Lo! I return, all wounded and forlorn,My dream of glory lost in shades of night.3Was I not girded for the battle-field?Bore I not helm of pride and glittering sword?Behold the fragments of my broken shield,And lend to me Thy heavenly armor, Lord!203.C. M.Furness.The Penitent Son.1O, richly, Father, have I beenBlest evermore by Thee!And morning, noon, and night Thou hastPreserved me tenderly.2And yet the love which Thou shouldst claimTo idols I have given;Too oft have bound to earth the hopesThat know no home but heaven.3Unworthy to be called Thy son,I come with shame to Thee,Father!—O, more than Father, ThouHast always been to me!4Help me to break the heavy chainsThe world has round me thrown,And know the glorious libertyOf an obedient son.5That I may henceforth heed whate’erThy voice within me saith,Fix deeply in my heart of heartsA principle of faith,—6Faith that, like armor to my soul,Shall keep all evil out,More mighty than an angel host,Encamping round about.204.7s. M.Milman.Lord, Have Mercy.1Lord, have mercy when we prayStrength to seek a better way;When our wakening thoughts beginFirst to loathe their cherished sin;When our weary spirits fail,And our aching brows are pale;Then Thy strengthening grace afford;Then, O, then, have mercy, Lord!2Lord, have mercy when we knowFirst how vain this world below;When its darker thoughts oppress,Doubts perplex, and fears distress;When the earliest gleam is givenOf the bright but distant heaven;Then Thy strengthening grace afford;Then, O, then, have mercy, Lord!205.L. M.*I Will Arise and Go unto My Father.1To Thine eternal arms, O God,Take us, Thine erring children, in;From dangerous paths too boldly trod,From wandering thoughts and dreams of sin.2Those arms were round our childish ways,A guard through helpless years to be;O leave not our maturer days,We still are helpless without Thee!3We trusted hope and pride and strength:Our strength proved false, our pride was vain,Our dreams have faded all at length,—We come to Thee, O Lord, again!4A guide to trembling steps yet be!Give us of Thine eternal powers!So shall our paths all lead to Thee,And life smile on like childhood’s hours.206.L. M.Flint’s Coll.The Strength of the Erring.1Yes! prayer is strong, and God is good;Man is not made for endless ill;The offending soul, in darkest mood,Hath yet a hope, a refuge still.2Thou, God, wilt hear; these pangs are meantTo heal the spirit, not destroy;And even remorse, for chastening sent,When Thou commandest, works for joy.207.C. M.*Wreford.Prayer for Increase of Faith.1Lord! I believe; Thy power I ownThy word I would obey;I wander comfortless and lone,When from Thy truth I stray.2Lord! I believe; but gloomy fearsSometimes bedim my sight;I look to Thee with prayers and tears,And cry for strength and light.3Lord! I believe; but oft, I know,My faith is cold and weak;Make strong my weakness, and bestowThe confidence I seek!4Yes, I believe; and only ThouCanst give my soul relief;Lord! to Thy truth my spirit bow,Help Thou my unbelief!208.C. M.Bartrum.My God, Remember Me.1O, from these visions dark and drear,Kind Father, set me free;I struggle yet with darkness here,—My God, remember me!2Refresh my drooping soul with graceAnd quickening energy;Still running, toiling in the race,—My God, remember me!3Some cheering ray of hope impart,Sweet influence from Thee;And raise this feeble, drooping heart,—My God, remember me!4For the inheritance in light,On trembling wings I flee;With sins, and doubts, and fears, I fight,—My God, remember me!209.C. M.Milman.Prayer for Help.1O, help us, Lord! each hour of needThy heavenly succor give;Help us in thought, in word, in deed,Each hour on earth we live.2O, help us, when our spirits bleed,With doubt and anguish sore;And when our hearts are cold and dead,O, help us, Lord, the more.3O, help us, through the prayer of faith,More firmly to believe;For still the more the servant hath,The more shall he receive.4O, help us, Father! from on high;We know no help but Thee;O, help us so to live and die,As Thine in heaven to be!210.7s. M.Russian.In Doubt.1Why, thou never-setting Light,Is thy brightness veiled from me?Why does this unwonted nightCloud thy blest benignity?2I am lost without thy ray;Guide my wandering footsteps, Lord!Light my dark and erring wayTo the noontide of Thy word.211.C. M.Humphries.Good Lord, Remember Me.1O Thou, from whom all goodness flows,I lift my soul to Thee;In all my sorrows, conflicts, woes,Good Lord, remember me!2When on my aching, burdened heartMy sins lie heavily,Thy pardon grant, new peace impart;Good Lord, remember me!3When trials sore obstruct my way,And ills I cannot flee,O, let my strength be as my day;Good Lord, remember me!4When worn with pain, disease, and grief,This feeble body see;Grant patience, rest, and kind relief;Good Lord, remember me!5When in the solemn hour of deathI wait Thy just decree,Be this the prayer of my last breath,—Good Lord, remember me!6And when before Thy throne I stand,And lift my soul to Thee,Then, with the saints at Thy right hand,Good Lord, remember me!212.P. M.Mrs. Follen.Lord, to Whom Shall We Go?1When, with error bewildered, our path becomes dreary,And tears of despondency flow,When the whole head is sick, and the whole heart is weary,Despairing,—to whom shall we go?2When the thirsting soul turneth away from the springsOf the pleasures this world can bestow,And sighs for another, and flutters its wings,Impatient,—to whom shall it go?3O, blest be that light which has parted the clouds,And a path to the wanderer can show;That pierces the veil which the future enshrouds,And tells us to whom we should go!213.C. M.Bulfinch.Help Thou Our Unbelief.1Father, when o’er our trembling heartsDoubt’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;Grant us again to see Thy face;Lord, help our unbelief!2When sorrow comes, and joys are flown,And fondest hopes lie dead,And blessings, long esteemed our own,Are now forever fled;When the bright promise of our springIs but a withered leaf,Lord, to Thy truths still let us cling;Help Thou our unbelief!3And when the powers of nature failUpon the couch of pain,Nor love nor friendship can availThe spirit to detain;Then, Father, be our closing eyesUndimmed by tears of grief;And, if a trembling doubt arise,Help Thou our unbelief!214.7s. M.Furness.Christ Who Strengtheneth Me.1Feeble, helpless, how shall ILearn to live and learn to die?Who, O God, my guide shall be?Who shall lead thy child to Thee?2Blessed Father, gracious One,Thou hast sent thy holy Son;He will give the light I need,He my trembling steps will lead.3Through this world, uncertain, dim,Let me ever learn of him;From his precepts wisdom draw,Make his life my solemn law.4Thus in deed, and thought, and word,Led by Jesus Christ the Lord,In my weakness, thus shall ILearn to live and learn to die;5Learn to live in peace and love,Like the perfect ones above;—Learn to die without a fear,Feeling Thee, my Father, near.215.L. M.Anonymous.Angels from Heaven Strengthening Him.1When in thine hour of conflict, Lord,The tempter to thy soul was nigh,Or when that bitter cup was pouredIn thy deep garden-agony,—2Not then, when uttermost thy need,Seemed light across thy soul to break;No seraph form was seen to speed,Nor yet the voice of comfort spake;3Till, by thine own triumphant word,The victory over ill was won;Until the voice of faith was heard,“Thy will, O God, not mine, be done!”4Lord, bring those precious moments back,When fainting against sin we strain;Or in thy counsels fail to trackAught but the present grief and pain.5In weakness, help us to contend;In darkness, yield to God our will;And true hearts, faithful to the end,Cheer by thine holy angels still!216.7s. M.Montgomery.In Temptation.1Hasten, Lord, to my release;Haste to help me, O my God!Foes like armed bands increase;—Turn them back the way they trod.2Dark temptations round me press,Evil thoughts my soul assail;Doubts and fears, in my distress,Rise, till flesh and spirit fail.3Thou mine only helper art,My redeemer from the grave;Strength of my desiring heart,Father! Helper! haste to save!217.11 & 10s. M.Anonymous.Spiritual Blessings.1Almighty Father! Thou hast many a blessingIn store for every erring child of Thine;For this I pray,—Let me, Thy grace possessing,Seek to be guided by Thy will divine.2Not for earth’s treasures, for her joys the dearest,Would I my supplications raise to Thee;Not for the hopes that to my heart are nearest,But only that I give that heart to Thee.3I pray that Thou wouldst guide and guard me ever;Cleanse, by Thy power, from every stain of sin;I will Thy blessing ask on each endeavor,And thus Thy promised peace my soul shall win.218.L. M.Montgomery.The Soul’s Rest.1Return, my soul, unto thy rest,From vain pursuits and maddening cares;From lonely woes that wring thy breast,The world’s allurements, toils, and snares.2Return unto thy rest, my soul,From all the wanderings of thy thought;From sickness unto death made whole;Safe through a thousand perils brought.3Then to thy rest, my soul, return,From passions every hour at strife;Sin’s works, and ways, and wages, spurn,Lay hold upon eternal life.4God is thy rest; with heart inclinedTo keep His word, that word believe;Christ is thy rest; with lowly mind,His light and easy yoke receive.219.L. M.Moravian.Seeking God.1Thou hidden love of God, whose height,Whose depth unfathomed, no man knows;I see from far Thy beauteous light,Inly I sigh for Thy repose.My heart is pained; nor can it beAt rest, till it find rest in Thee.2Thy secret voice invites me stillThe sweetness of Thy yoke to prove;And fain I would; but though my willSeem fixed, yet wide my passions rove;Yet hindrances strew all the way;I aim at Thee, yet from Thee stray.3’Tis mercy all, that Thou hast broughtMy mind to seek her peace in Thee;Yet, while I seek, but find Thee not,No peace my wandering soul shall see.O, when shall all my wanderings end,And all my steps to Thee-ward tend!4Is there a thing beneath the sun,That strives with Thee my heart to share?Ah! tear it thence, and reign alone,The Lord of every motion there!Then shall my heart from earth be free,When it hath found repose in Thee.220.P. M.Anonymous.Lead Thou Me On!1Send kindly light amid the encircling gloom,And lead me on!The night is dark, and I am far from home;Lead Thou me on!Keep Thou my feet: I do not ask to seeThe distant scene; one step enough for me.2I was not ever thus, nor prayed that ThouShouldst lead me on;I loved to choose and see my path; but nowLead Thou me on!I loved day’s dazzling light, and, spite of fears,Pride ruled my will: remember not past years!3So long Thy power hath blessed me, surely still’Twill lead me onThrough dreary doubt, through pain and sorrow, tillThe night is gone,And with the morn those angel faces smileWhich I have loved long since, and lost awhile.221.L. M.Watts.Devout Retirement and Meditation.1My God! permit me not to beA stranger to myself and Thee;Amidst a thousand thoughts I rove,Forgetful of my highest love.2Why 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?3Call me away from flesh and sense;One sovereign word can draw me thence;I would obey Thy voice divine,And all inferior joys resign.4Be earth, with all her strife, withdrawn;Let noise and vanity be gone;In secret silence of the mind,My heaven, and there my God, I find.222.L. M.Moravian.Aspiration.1O, Draw me, Father, after Thee!So shall I run and never tire;With gracious words still comfort me;Be Thou my hope, my sole desire;Free me from every weight; nor fearNor sin can come, if Thou art near.2From all eternity, with loveUnchangeable Thou hast me viewed;Ere knew this beating heart to move,Thy tender mercies me pursued;Ever with me may they abide,And close me in on every side.3In suffering be Thy love my peace;In weakness be Thy love my power;And when the storms of life shall cease,O Father! in my latest hour,In death as life, be Thou my guide,And draw me closer to Thy side.223.L. M.C. Wesley.Spiritual Needs.1I Want the spirit of power within,Of love, and of a healthful mind:Of power to conquer every sin;Of love to God and all mankind;Of health that pain and death defies,Most vigorous when the body dies.2O, that the Comforter would come,Nor visit as a transient guest,But fix in me his constant home,And keep possession of my breast;And make my soul his loved abode,The temple of indwelling God!224.C. M.C. Wesley.Watchfulness.1I want a principle withinOf jealous, godly fear;A sensibility to sin,A pain to find it near.2I want the first approach to feelOf pride, or fond desire;To catch the wandering of my will,And quench the kindling fire.3From Thee that I no more may part,No more Thy goodness grieve,The filial awe, the fleshly heart,The tender conscience give.4Quick as the apple of an eye,O God, my conscience make!Awake my soul, when sin is nigh,And keep it still awake.225.S. M.C. Wesley.Spiritual Wants.1My God, my strength, my hope,On Thee I cast my care,With humble confidence look up,And know Thou hear’st my prayer.Give me on Thee to wait,Till I can all things do;On Thee, almighty to create,Almighty to renew.2I want a sober mind,A self-renouncing will,That tramples down and casts behindThe baits of pleasing ill;A soul inured to pain,To hardship, grief, and loss,Bold to take up, firm to sustain,The consecrated cross.3I want a godly fear,A quick-discerning eye,That looks to Thee when sin is near,And bids the tempter fly;A spirit still prepared,And armed with jealous care,Forever standing on its guard,And watching unto prayer.4I want a true regard,A single, steady aim,Unmoved by threatening or reward,To Thee and Thy great name;This blessing above all,Always to pray, I want:Out of the deep on Thee to call,And never, never faint.5I rest upon Thy word;The promise is for me;My succor and salvation, Lord,Shall surely come from Thee;But let me still abide,Nor from my hope remove,Till Thou my patient spirit guideInto Thy perfect love.226.7s. M.Montgomery.The Soul Thirsting for God.1As the hart, with eager looks,Panteth for the water-brooks,So my soul, athirst for Thee,Pants the living God to see;When, O, when, without a fear,Lord, shall I to Thee draw near?2Why art thou cast down, my soul?God, thy God, shall make thee whole;Why art thou disquieted?God shall lift thy fallen head,And His countenance benignBe the saving health of thine.227.S. M.Montgomery.Seeking Rest.1O, where shall rest be found,Rest for the weary soul?’Twere vain the ocean depths to sound,Or pierce to either pole:2The world can never giveThe rest for which we sigh;’Tis not the whole of life to live,Nor all of death to die.3In Thee we end our quest;Alone are found in TheeThe life of perfect love,—the restOf immortality.228.C. M.C. Wesley.There Remaineth a Rest for the People of God.1Lord, I believe a rest remains,To all Thy people known;A rest where pure enjoyment reigns,And Thou art loved alone.2A rest, where all our soul’s desireIs fixed on things above;Where fear, and sin, and grief expire,Cast out by perfect love.3O, that I now that rest might know,Believe, and enter in;Now, Father, now the power bestow,And let me cease from sin.4Remove all hardness from my heart,All unbelief remove;To me the rest of faith impart,The sabbath of Thy love.229.S. M.C. Wesley.Desire for Holiness.1That blessed law of Thine,Father, to me impart;—The Spirit’s law of life divine,O, write it in my heart!2Implant it deep within,Whence it may ne’er remove,—The law of liberty from sin,The perfect law of love.3Thy nature be my law,Thy spotless sanctity,And sweetly every moment drawMy happy soul to Thee.230.C. P. M.Anonymous.Self-Renunciation.1O Lord! how happy should we be,If we could leave our cares to Thee,If we from self could rest,And feel at heart that One above,In perfect wisdom, perfect love,Is working for the best.2For when we kneel and cast our careUpon our God in humble prayer,With strengthened souls we rise;Sure that our Father, who is nighTo hear the ravens when they cry,Will hear His children’s cries.3O, may these trustless hearts of oursThe lesson learn from birds and flowers,And learn from self to cease,—Leave all things to our Father’s will,And, on His mercy, leaning still,Find, in each trial, peace!231.S. M.Montgomery.Forever with the Lord.1Forever with the Lord!So, Father, let it be;Life from the dead is in that word,’Tis immortality.2Here in the body pent,Absent from Thee I roam;Yet nightly pitch my moving tentA day’s march nearer home.3My Father’s house on high!Home of my soul, how nearAt times to faith’s foreseeing eyeThy golden gates appear!4I hear at morn and even,At noon and midnight hour,The choral harmonies of heavenEarth’s Babel-tongues o’erpower.5And then I feel, that He,Remembered or forgot,The Lord, is never far from me,Though I perceive Him not.6Forever with the Lord!Father, if ’tis Thy will,The promise of that blessed wordEven here to me fulfil.7Be Thou at my right hand,Then can I never fail;Uphold Thou me, and I shall stand;Help, and I must prevail.232.L. M.Montgomery.Heaven.1Heaven is a state of rest from sin;But all who hope to enter thereMust here that holy course begin,Which shall their souls for rest prepare.2Clean hearts, O God, in us create!Right spirits, Lord, in us renew!Commence we now that higher state,Now do Thy will as angels do.3In Jesus’ footsteps may we tread,Learn every lesson of his love;And be from grace to glory led,From heaven below to heaven above.233.L. M.Wesleyan.Desire for Union with God.1O Love, how cheering is Thy ray!All pain before Thy presence flies;Care, anguish, sorrow, melt away,Where’er Thy healing beams arise:O Father! nothing may I see,And nought desire or seek, but Thee.2Unwearied may I this pursue,Dauntless to this high prize aspire;Each hour within my soul renewThis holy flame, this heavenly fire;And day and night be all my careTo guard the sacred treasure there.3O, that I as a little childMay follow Thee, and never rest,Till sweetly Thou hast breathed a mildAnd lowly mind into my breast!Nor ever may we parted be,Till I become as one with Thee.4Still let Thy love point out my way;How wondrous things that love hath wrought!Still lead me, lest I go astray;Direct my word, inspire my thought;And if I fall, soon may I hearThy voice, and know Thy love is near.
194.S. M.Anonymous.The Spirit Saith “Come!”1The Spirit in our heartsIs whispering, “Wanderer, come!”The Bride, the church of Christ, proclaimsTo all his children, “Come!”2Let him that heareth sayTo all about him, “Come!”Let him that thirsts for righteousness,To Christ, the fountain, come!3Yes, whosoever will,O, let him freely come,And freely drink the stream of life;’Tis Jesus bids you come.4Lo! Jesus, who invites,Declares, “I quickly come!”Lord, even so! I wait thine hour;Jesus, my Saviour, come!
S. M.
Anonymous.
1The Spirit in our heartsIs whispering, “Wanderer, come!”The Bride, the church of Christ, proclaimsTo all his children, “Come!”
1The Spirit in our hearts
Is whispering, “Wanderer, come!”
The Bride, the church of Christ, proclaims
To all his children, “Come!”
2Let him that heareth sayTo all about him, “Come!”Let him that thirsts for righteousness,To Christ, the fountain, come!
2Let him that heareth say
To all about him, “Come!”
Let him that thirsts for righteousness,
To Christ, the fountain, come!
3Yes, whosoever will,O, let him freely come,And freely drink the stream of life;’Tis Jesus bids you come.
3Yes, whosoever will,
O, let him freely come,
And freely drink the stream of life;
’Tis Jesus bids you come.
4Lo! Jesus, who invites,Declares, “I quickly come!”Lord, even so! I wait thine hour;Jesus, my Saviour, come!
4Lo! Jesus, who invites,
Declares, “I quickly come!”
Lord, even so! I wait thine hour;
Jesus, my Saviour, come!
195.7s. M.Anonymous.The Prodigal.1Brother, hast thou wandered farFrom thy Father’s happy home,With thyself and God at war?Turn thee, brother, homeward come!2Hast thou wasted all the powersGod for noble uses gave?Squandered life’s most golden hours?Turn thee, brother, God can save!3Is a mighty famine nowIn thy heart and in thy soul?Discontent upon thy brow?Turn thee, God will make thee whole!4He can heal thy bitterest wound,He thy gentlest prayer can hear;Seek Him, for He may be found;Call upon Him; He is near.
7s. M.
Anonymous.
1Brother, hast thou wandered farFrom thy Father’s happy home,With thyself and God at war?Turn thee, brother, homeward come!
1Brother, hast thou wandered far
From thy Father’s happy home,
With thyself and God at war?
Turn thee, brother, homeward come!
2Hast thou wasted all the powersGod for noble uses gave?Squandered life’s most golden hours?Turn thee, brother, God can save!
2Hast thou wasted all the powers
God for noble uses gave?
Squandered life’s most golden hours?
Turn thee, brother, God can save!
3Is a mighty famine nowIn thy heart and in thy soul?Discontent upon thy brow?Turn thee, God will make thee whole!
3Is a mighty famine now
In thy heart and in thy soul?
Discontent upon thy brow?
Turn thee, God will make thee whole!
4He can heal thy bitterest wound,He thy gentlest prayer can hear;Seek Him, for He may be found;Call upon Him; He is near.
4He can heal thy bitterest wound,
He thy gentlest prayer can hear;
Seek Him, for He may be found;
Call upon Him; He is near.
196.L. M.Beard’s Coll.Turn, Child of Doubt.1Turn, child of doubt, estranged from God!To error’s joyless waste betrayed;No light will there illume thy road,No friendly voice will give thee aid.2O, turn, and leave that cheerless waste!The shade of death,—the maze of woe!There is a path that leads to rest,A fount of life is given below.3Thy friend, thy Lord, from heaven revealed,The lost, the erring, to recall,That sacred fountain hath unsealed;With voice of love he speaks to all.4He bids the dying wanderer turn,To walk in duty’s way, and live;He speaks to wounded souls that mourn,He speaks,—to heal and to forgive.
L. M.
Beard’s Coll.
1Turn, child of doubt, estranged from God!To error’s joyless waste betrayed;No light will there illume thy road,No friendly voice will give thee aid.
1Turn, child of doubt, estranged from God!
To error’s joyless waste betrayed;
No light will there illume thy road,
No friendly voice will give thee aid.
2O, turn, and leave that cheerless waste!The shade of death,—the maze of woe!There is a path that leads to rest,A fount of life is given below.
2O, turn, and leave that cheerless waste!
The shade of death,—the maze of woe!
There is a path that leads to rest,
A fount of life is given below.
3Thy friend, thy Lord, from heaven revealed,The lost, the erring, to recall,That sacred fountain hath unsealed;With voice of love he speaks to all.
3Thy friend, thy Lord, from heaven revealed,
The lost, the erring, to recall,
That sacred fountain hath unsealed;
With voice of love he speaks to all.
4He bids the dying wanderer turn,To walk in duty’s way, and live;He speaks to wounded souls that mourn,He speaks,—to heal and to forgive.
4He bids the dying wanderer turn,
To walk in duty’s way, and live;
He speaks to wounded souls that mourn,
He speaks,—to heal and to forgive.
197.7s. M.Briggs’ Coll.Come Home!1Soul! celestial in thy birth,Dwelling yet in lowest earth,Panting, shrinking to be free,Hear God’s spirit whisper thee.2Thus it saith; in accents mild,—“Weary wanderer, wayward child,From thy Father’s earnest loveStill forever wilt thou rove?3“Turn to hope, and peace, and light,Freed from sin, and earth, and night;I have called, entreated thee,In my mercies gentle, free.4“Human soul, in love divineI have sought to make thee mine;Still for thee good angels yearn;Human soul, return, return!”
7s. M.
Briggs’ Coll.
1Soul! celestial in thy birth,Dwelling yet in lowest earth,Panting, shrinking to be free,Hear God’s spirit whisper thee.
1Soul! celestial in thy birth,
Dwelling yet in lowest earth,
Panting, shrinking to be free,
Hear God’s spirit whisper thee.
2Thus it saith; in accents mild,—“Weary wanderer, wayward child,From thy Father’s earnest loveStill forever wilt thou rove?
2Thus it saith; in accents mild,—
“Weary wanderer, wayward child,
From thy Father’s earnest love
Still forever wilt thou rove?
3“Turn to hope, and peace, and light,Freed from sin, and earth, and night;I have called, entreated thee,In my mercies gentle, free.
3“Turn to hope, and peace, and light,
Freed from sin, and earth, and night;
I have called, entreated thee,
In my mercies gentle, free.
4“Human soul, in love divineI have sought to make thee mine;Still for thee good angels yearn;Human soul, return, return!”
4“Human soul, in love divine
I have sought to make thee mine;
Still for thee good angels yearn;
Human soul, return, return!”
198.C. M.Whittier.The Call.1O, not alone with outward signOf fear, or voice from heaven,The message of a truth divine,The call of God, is given;Awakening in the human heartLove for the True and Right,Zeal for the Christian’s better part,Strength for the Christian’s fight.2Though heralded by naught of fear,Or outward sign, or show;Though only to the inward earIt whisper soft and low;Though dropping as the manna fell,Unseen, yet from above,Holy and gentle, heed it well,—The call to Truth and Love.
C. M.
Whittier.
1O, not alone with outward signOf fear, or voice from heaven,The message of a truth divine,The call of God, is given;Awakening in the human heartLove for the True and Right,Zeal for the Christian’s better part,Strength for the Christian’s fight.
1O, not alone with outward sign
Of fear, or voice from heaven,
The message of a truth divine,
The call of God, is given;
Awakening in the human heart
Love for the True and Right,
Zeal for the Christian’s better part,
Strength for the Christian’s fight.
2Though heralded by naught of fear,Or outward sign, or show;Though only to the inward earIt whisper soft and low;Though dropping as the manna fell,Unseen, yet from above,Holy and gentle, heed it well,—The call to Truth and Love.
2Though heralded by naught of fear,
Or outward sign, or show;
Though only to the inward ear
It whisper soft and low;
Though dropping as the manna fell,
Unseen, yet from above,
Holy and gentle, heed it well,—
The call to Truth and Love.
199.11s. M.Anonymous.Acquaint Thee with God.1Acquaint thee, O spirit, acquaint thee with God,And joy, like the sunshine, shall beam on thy road;And peace, like the dew, shall descend round thy head,And sleep, like an angel, shall visit thy bed.2Acquaint thee, O spirit, acquaint thee with God,And he shall be with thee when fears are abroad;Thy safeguard in danger that threatens thy path,Thy joy in the valley and shadow of death.
11s. M.
Anonymous.
1Acquaint thee, O spirit, acquaint thee with God,And joy, like the sunshine, shall beam on thy road;And peace, like the dew, shall descend round thy head,And sleep, like an angel, shall visit thy bed.
1Acquaint thee, O spirit, acquaint thee with God,
And joy, like the sunshine, shall beam on thy road;
And peace, like the dew, shall descend round thy head,
And sleep, like an angel, shall visit thy bed.
2Acquaint thee, O spirit, acquaint thee with God,And he shall be with thee when fears are abroad;Thy safeguard in danger that threatens thy path,Thy joy in the valley and shadow of death.
2Acquaint thee, O spirit, acquaint thee with God,
And he shall be with thee when fears are abroad;
Thy safeguard in danger that threatens thy path,
Thy joy in the valley and shadow of death.
200.S. M.Johns.Thou Must Be Born Again.1Thou must be born again!Such was the solemn wordTo him who came, not all in vain,By night to seek his Lord.2Thou must be born again!But not the birth of clay;The immortal seed must thence obtainDeliverance into day.3Thou, in thy inmost mind,Must own the same control;The same regenerating windMust move and guide thy soul.4Thou canst not choose but traceThe steps the Master trod,If once thou feel his truth and grace,A conscious child of God.5The mortal’s birth is past;The immortal’s birth must be;Seek well and thou shalt find at lastThat blest nativity.
S. M.
Johns.
1Thou must be born again!Such was the solemn wordTo him who came, not all in vain,By night to seek his Lord.
1Thou must be born again!
Such was the solemn word
To him who came, not all in vain,
By night to seek his Lord.
2Thou must be born again!But not the birth of clay;The immortal seed must thence obtainDeliverance into day.
2Thou must be born again!
But not the birth of clay;
The immortal seed must thence obtain
Deliverance into day.
3Thou, in thy inmost mind,Must own the same control;The same regenerating windMust move and guide thy soul.
3Thou, in thy inmost mind,
Must own the same control;
The same regenerating wind
Must move and guide thy soul.
4Thou canst not choose but traceThe steps the Master trod,If once thou feel his truth and grace,A conscious child of God.
4Thou canst not choose but trace
The steps the Master trod,
If once thou feel his truth and grace,
A conscious child of God.
5The mortal’s birth is past;The immortal’s birth must be;Seek well and thou shalt find at lastThat blest nativity.
5The mortal’s birth is past;
The immortal’s birth must be;
Seek well and thou shalt find at last
That blest nativity.
201.7s. M.*John Taylor.A Penitential Hymn.1God of mercy! God of love!Hear our sad, repentant songs;Listen to Thy suppliant ones,Thou, to whom all grace belongs!2Deep regret for follies past,Talents wasted, time misspent;Hearts debased by worldly cares,Thankless for the blessings lent;—3Foolish fears and fond desires,Vain regrets for things as vain;Lips too seldom taught to praise,Oft to murmur and complain;—4These, and every secret fault,Filled with grief and shame, we own;Humbled at Thy feet we bow,Seeking strength from Thee alone.5God of mercy! God of love!Hear our sad, repentant songs;O, restore Thy suppliant ones,Thou to whom all grace belongs!
7s. M.
*John Taylor.
1God of mercy! God of love!Hear our sad, repentant songs;Listen to Thy suppliant ones,Thou, to whom all grace belongs!
1God of mercy! God of love!
Hear our sad, repentant songs;
Listen to Thy suppliant ones,
Thou, to whom all grace belongs!
2Deep regret for follies past,Talents wasted, time misspent;Hearts debased by worldly cares,Thankless for the blessings lent;—
2Deep regret for follies past,
Talents wasted, time misspent;
Hearts debased by worldly cares,
Thankless for the blessings lent;—
3Foolish fears and fond desires,Vain regrets for things as vain;Lips too seldom taught to praise,Oft to murmur and complain;—
3Foolish fears and fond desires,
Vain regrets for things as vain;
Lips too seldom taught to praise,
Oft to murmur and complain;—
4These, and every secret fault,Filled with grief and shame, we own;Humbled at Thy feet we bow,Seeking strength from Thee alone.
4These, and every secret fault,
Filled with grief and shame, we own;
Humbled at Thy feet we bow,
Seeking strength from Thee alone.
5God of mercy! God of love!Hear our sad, repentant songs;O, restore Thy suppliant ones,Thou to whom all grace belongs!
5God of mercy! God of love!
Hear our sad, repentant songs;
O, restore Thy suppliant ones,
Thou to whom all grace belongs!
202.10s. M.Anonymous.The Broken Shield.1O, send me not away! for I would drink,Even I, the weakest, at the fount of life;Chide not my steps, that venture near the brink,Weary and fainting from the deadly strife.2Went I not forth undaunted and alone,Strong in the majesty of human might?Lo! I return, all wounded and forlorn,My dream of glory lost in shades of night.3Was I not girded for the battle-field?Bore I not helm of pride and glittering sword?Behold the fragments of my broken shield,And lend to me Thy heavenly armor, Lord!
10s. M.
Anonymous.
1O, send me not away! for I would drink,Even I, the weakest, at the fount of life;Chide not my steps, that venture near the brink,Weary and fainting from the deadly strife.
1O, send me not away! for I would drink,
Even I, the weakest, at the fount of life;
Chide not my steps, that venture near the brink,
Weary and fainting from the deadly strife.
2Went I not forth undaunted and alone,Strong in the majesty of human might?Lo! I return, all wounded and forlorn,My dream of glory lost in shades of night.
2Went I not forth undaunted and alone,
Strong in the majesty of human might?
Lo! I return, all wounded and forlorn,
My dream of glory lost in shades of night.
3Was I not girded for the battle-field?Bore I not helm of pride and glittering sword?Behold the fragments of my broken shield,And lend to me Thy heavenly armor, Lord!
3Was I not girded for the battle-field?
Bore I not helm of pride and glittering sword?
Behold the fragments of my broken shield,
And lend to me Thy heavenly armor, Lord!
203.C. M.Furness.The Penitent Son.1O, richly, Father, have I beenBlest evermore by Thee!And morning, noon, and night Thou hastPreserved me tenderly.2And yet the love which Thou shouldst claimTo idols I have given;Too oft have bound to earth the hopesThat know no home but heaven.3Unworthy to be called Thy son,I come with shame to Thee,Father!—O, more than Father, ThouHast always been to me!4Help me to break the heavy chainsThe world has round me thrown,And know the glorious libertyOf an obedient son.5That I may henceforth heed whate’erThy voice within me saith,Fix deeply in my heart of heartsA principle of faith,—6Faith that, like armor to my soul,Shall keep all evil out,More mighty than an angel host,Encamping round about.
C. M.
Furness.
1O, richly, Father, have I beenBlest evermore by Thee!And morning, noon, and night Thou hastPreserved me tenderly.
1O, richly, Father, have I been
Blest evermore by Thee!
And morning, noon, and night Thou hast
Preserved me tenderly.
2And yet the love which Thou shouldst claimTo idols I have given;Too oft have bound to earth the hopesThat know no home but heaven.
2And yet the love which Thou shouldst claim
To idols I have given;
Too oft have bound to earth the hopes
That know no home but heaven.
3Unworthy to be called Thy son,I come with shame to Thee,Father!—O, more than Father, ThouHast always been to me!
3Unworthy to be called Thy son,
I come with shame to Thee,
Father!—O, more than Father, Thou
Hast always been to me!
4Help me to break the heavy chainsThe world has round me thrown,And know the glorious libertyOf an obedient son.
4Help me to break the heavy chains
The world has round me thrown,
And know the glorious liberty
Of an obedient son.
5That I may henceforth heed whate’erThy voice within me saith,Fix deeply in my heart of heartsA principle of faith,—
5That I may henceforth heed whate’er
Thy voice within me saith,
Fix deeply in my heart of hearts
A principle of faith,—
6Faith that, like armor to my soul,Shall keep all evil out,More mighty than an angel host,Encamping round about.
6Faith that, like armor to my soul,
Shall keep all evil out,
More mighty than an angel host,
Encamping round about.
204.7s. M.Milman.Lord, Have Mercy.1Lord, have mercy when we prayStrength to seek a better way;When our wakening thoughts beginFirst to loathe their cherished sin;When our weary spirits fail,And our aching brows are pale;Then Thy strengthening grace afford;Then, O, then, have mercy, Lord!2Lord, have mercy when we knowFirst how vain this world below;When its darker thoughts oppress,Doubts perplex, and fears distress;When the earliest gleam is givenOf the bright but distant heaven;Then Thy strengthening grace afford;Then, O, then, have mercy, Lord!
7s. M.
Milman.
1Lord, have mercy when we prayStrength to seek a better way;When our wakening thoughts beginFirst to loathe their cherished sin;When our weary spirits fail,And our aching brows are pale;Then Thy strengthening grace afford;Then, O, then, have mercy, Lord!
1Lord, have mercy when we pray
Strength to seek a better way;
When our wakening thoughts begin
First to loathe their cherished sin;
When our weary spirits fail,
And our aching brows are pale;
Then Thy strengthening grace afford;
Then, O, then, have mercy, Lord!
2Lord, have mercy when we knowFirst how vain this world below;When its darker thoughts oppress,Doubts perplex, and fears distress;When the earliest gleam is givenOf the bright but distant heaven;Then Thy strengthening grace afford;Then, O, then, have mercy, Lord!
2Lord, have mercy when we know
First how vain this world below;
When its darker thoughts oppress,
Doubts perplex, and fears distress;
When the earliest gleam is given
Of the bright but distant heaven;
Then Thy strengthening grace afford;
Then, O, then, have mercy, Lord!
205.L. M.*I Will Arise and Go unto My Father.1To Thine eternal arms, O God,Take us, Thine erring children, in;From dangerous paths too boldly trod,From wandering thoughts and dreams of sin.2Those arms were round our childish ways,A guard through helpless years to be;O leave not our maturer days,We still are helpless without Thee!3We trusted hope and pride and strength:Our strength proved false, our pride was vain,Our dreams have faded all at length,—We come to Thee, O Lord, again!4A guide to trembling steps yet be!Give us of Thine eternal powers!So shall our paths all lead to Thee,And life smile on like childhood’s hours.
L. M.
*
1To Thine eternal arms, O God,Take us, Thine erring children, in;From dangerous paths too boldly trod,From wandering thoughts and dreams of sin.
1To Thine eternal arms, O God,
Take us, Thine erring children, in;
From dangerous paths too boldly trod,
From wandering thoughts and dreams of sin.
2Those arms were round our childish ways,A guard through helpless years to be;O leave not our maturer days,We still are helpless without Thee!
2Those arms were round our childish ways,
A guard through helpless years to be;
O leave not our maturer days,
We still are helpless without Thee!
3We trusted hope and pride and strength:Our strength proved false, our pride was vain,Our dreams have faded all at length,—We come to Thee, O Lord, again!
3We trusted hope and pride and strength:
Our strength proved false, our pride was vain,
Our dreams have faded all at length,—
We come to Thee, O Lord, again!
4A guide to trembling steps yet be!Give us of Thine eternal powers!So shall our paths all lead to Thee,And life smile on like childhood’s hours.
4A guide to trembling steps yet be!
Give us of Thine eternal powers!
So shall our paths all lead to Thee,
And life smile on like childhood’s hours.
206.L. M.Flint’s Coll.The Strength of the Erring.1Yes! prayer is strong, and God is good;Man is not made for endless ill;The offending soul, in darkest mood,Hath yet a hope, a refuge still.2Thou, God, wilt hear; these pangs are meantTo heal the spirit, not destroy;And even remorse, for chastening sent,When Thou commandest, works for joy.
L. M.
Flint’s Coll.
1Yes! prayer is strong, and God is good;Man is not made for endless ill;The offending soul, in darkest mood,Hath yet a hope, a refuge still.
1Yes! prayer is strong, and God is good;
Man is not made for endless ill;
The offending soul, in darkest mood,
Hath yet a hope, a refuge still.
2Thou, God, wilt hear; these pangs are meantTo heal the spirit, not destroy;And even remorse, for chastening sent,When Thou commandest, works for joy.
2Thou, God, wilt hear; these pangs are meant
To heal the spirit, not destroy;
And even remorse, for chastening sent,
When Thou commandest, works for joy.
207.C. M.*Wreford.Prayer for Increase of Faith.1Lord! I believe; Thy power I ownThy word I would obey;I wander comfortless and lone,When from Thy truth I stray.2Lord! I believe; but gloomy fearsSometimes bedim my sight;I look to Thee with prayers and tears,And cry for strength and light.3Lord! I believe; but oft, I know,My faith is cold and weak;Make strong my weakness, and bestowThe confidence I seek!4Yes, I believe; and only ThouCanst give my soul relief;Lord! to Thy truth my spirit bow,Help Thou my unbelief!
C. M.
*Wreford.
1Lord! I believe; Thy power I ownThy word I would obey;I wander comfortless and lone,When from Thy truth I stray.
1Lord! I believe; Thy power I own
Thy word I would obey;
I wander comfortless and lone,
When from Thy truth I stray.
2Lord! I believe; but gloomy fearsSometimes bedim my sight;I look to Thee with prayers and tears,And cry for strength and light.
2Lord! I believe; but gloomy fears
Sometimes bedim my sight;
I look to Thee with prayers and tears,
And cry for strength and light.
3Lord! I believe; but oft, I know,My faith is cold and weak;Make strong my weakness, and bestowThe confidence I seek!
3Lord! I believe; but oft, I know,
My faith is cold and weak;
Make strong my weakness, and bestow
The confidence I seek!
4Yes, I believe; and only ThouCanst give my soul relief;Lord! to Thy truth my spirit bow,Help Thou my unbelief!
4Yes, I believe; and only Thou
Canst give my soul relief;
Lord! to Thy truth my spirit bow,
Help Thou my unbelief!
208.C. M.Bartrum.My God, Remember Me.1O, from these visions dark and drear,Kind Father, set me free;I struggle yet with darkness here,—My God, remember me!2Refresh my drooping soul with graceAnd quickening energy;Still running, toiling in the race,—My God, remember me!3Some cheering ray of hope impart,Sweet influence from Thee;And raise this feeble, drooping heart,—My God, remember me!4For the inheritance in light,On trembling wings I flee;With sins, and doubts, and fears, I fight,—My God, remember me!
C. M.
Bartrum.
1O, from these visions dark and drear,Kind Father, set me free;I struggle yet with darkness here,—My God, remember me!
1O, from these visions dark and drear,
Kind Father, set me free;
I struggle yet with darkness here,—
My God, remember me!
2Refresh my drooping soul with graceAnd quickening energy;Still running, toiling in the race,—My God, remember me!
2Refresh my drooping soul with grace
And quickening energy;
Still running, toiling in the race,—
My God, remember me!
3Some cheering ray of hope impart,Sweet influence from Thee;And raise this feeble, drooping heart,—My God, remember me!
3Some cheering ray of hope impart,
Sweet influence from Thee;
And raise this feeble, drooping heart,—
My God, remember me!
4For the inheritance in light,On trembling wings I flee;With sins, and doubts, and fears, I fight,—My God, remember me!
4For the inheritance in light,
On trembling wings I flee;
With sins, and doubts, and fears, I fight,—
My God, remember me!
209.C. M.Milman.Prayer for Help.1O, help us, Lord! each hour of needThy heavenly succor give;Help us in thought, in word, in deed,Each hour on earth we live.2O, help us, when our spirits bleed,With doubt and anguish sore;And when our hearts are cold and dead,O, help us, Lord, the more.3O, help us, through the prayer of faith,More firmly to believe;For still the more the servant hath,The more shall he receive.4O, help us, Father! from on high;We know no help but Thee;O, help us so to live and die,As Thine in heaven to be!
C. M.
Milman.
1O, help us, Lord! each hour of needThy heavenly succor give;Help us in thought, in word, in deed,Each hour on earth we live.
1O, help us, Lord! each hour of need
Thy heavenly succor give;
Help us in thought, in word, in deed,
Each hour on earth we live.
2O, help us, when our spirits bleed,With doubt and anguish sore;And when our hearts are cold and dead,O, help us, Lord, the more.
2O, help us, when our spirits bleed,
With doubt and anguish sore;
And when our hearts are cold and dead,
O, help us, Lord, the more.
3O, help us, through the prayer of faith,More firmly to believe;For still the more the servant hath,The more shall he receive.
3O, help us, through the prayer of faith,
More firmly to believe;
For still the more the servant hath,
The more shall he receive.
4O, help us, Father! from on high;We know no help but Thee;O, help us so to live and die,As Thine in heaven to be!
4O, help us, Father! from on high;
We know no help but Thee;
O, help us so to live and die,
As Thine in heaven to be!
210.7s. M.Russian.In Doubt.1Why, thou never-setting Light,Is thy brightness veiled from me?Why does this unwonted nightCloud thy blest benignity?2I am lost without thy ray;Guide my wandering footsteps, Lord!Light my dark and erring wayTo the noontide of Thy word.
7s. M.
Russian.
1Why, thou never-setting Light,Is thy brightness veiled from me?Why does this unwonted nightCloud thy blest benignity?
1Why, thou never-setting Light,
Is thy brightness veiled from me?
Why does this unwonted night
Cloud thy blest benignity?
2I am lost without thy ray;Guide my wandering footsteps, Lord!Light my dark and erring wayTo the noontide of Thy word.
2I am lost without thy ray;
Guide my wandering footsteps, Lord!
Light my dark and erring way
To the noontide of Thy word.
211.C. M.Humphries.Good Lord, Remember Me.1O Thou, from whom all goodness flows,I lift my soul to Thee;In all my sorrows, conflicts, woes,Good Lord, remember me!2When on my aching, burdened heartMy sins lie heavily,Thy pardon grant, new peace impart;Good Lord, remember me!3When trials sore obstruct my way,And ills I cannot flee,O, let my strength be as my day;Good Lord, remember me!4When worn with pain, disease, and grief,This feeble body see;Grant patience, rest, and kind relief;Good Lord, remember me!5When in the solemn hour of deathI wait Thy just decree,Be this the prayer of my last breath,—Good Lord, remember me!6And when before Thy throne I stand,And lift my soul to Thee,Then, with the saints at Thy right hand,Good Lord, remember me!
C. M.
Humphries.
1O Thou, from whom all goodness flows,I lift my soul to Thee;In all my sorrows, conflicts, woes,Good Lord, remember me!
1O Thou, from whom all goodness flows,
I lift my soul to Thee;
In all my sorrows, conflicts, woes,
Good Lord, remember me!
2When on my aching, burdened heartMy sins lie heavily,Thy pardon grant, new peace impart;Good Lord, remember me!
2When on my aching, burdened heart
My sins lie heavily,
Thy pardon grant, new peace impart;
Good Lord, remember me!
3When trials sore obstruct my way,And ills I cannot flee,O, let my strength be as my day;Good Lord, remember me!
3When trials sore obstruct my way,
And ills I cannot flee,
O, let my strength be as my day;
Good Lord, remember me!
4When worn with pain, disease, and grief,This feeble body see;Grant patience, rest, and kind relief;Good Lord, remember me!
4When worn with pain, disease, and grief,
This feeble body see;
Grant patience, rest, and kind relief;
Good Lord, remember me!
5When in the solemn hour of deathI wait Thy just decree,Be this the prayer of my last breath,—Good Lord, remember me!
5When in the solemn hour of death
I wait Thy just decree,
Be this the prayer of my last breath,—
Good Lord, remember me!
6And when before Thy throne I stand,And lift my soul to Thee,Then, with the saints at Thy right hand,Good Lord, remember me!
6And when before Thy throne I stand,
And lift my soul to Thee,
Then, with the saints at Thy right hand,
Good Lord, remember me!
212.P. M.Mrs. Follen.Lord, to Whom Shall We Go?1When, with error bewildered, our path becomes dreary,And tears of despondency flow,When the whole head is sick, and the whole heart is weary,Despairing,—to whom shall we go?2When the thirsting soul turneth away from the springsOf the pleasures this world can bestow,And sighs for another, and flutters its wings,Impatient,—to whom shall it go?3O, blest be that light which has parted the clouds,And a path to the wanderer can show;That pierces the veil which the future enshrouds,And tells us to whom we should go!
P. M.
Mrs. Follen.
1When, with error bewildered, our path becomes dreary,And tears of despondency flow,When the whole head is sick, and the whole heart is weary,Despairing,—to whom shall we go?
1When, with error bewildered, our path becomes dreary,
And tears of despondency flow,
When the whole head is sick, and the whole heart is weary,
Despairing,—to whom shall we go?
2When the thirsting soul turneth away from the springsOf the pleasures this world can bestow,And sighs for another, and flutters its wings,Impatient,—to whom shall it go?
2When the thirsting soul turneth away from the springs
Of the pleasures this world can bestow,
And sighs for another, and flutters its wings,
Impatient,—to whom shall it go?
3O, blest be that light which has parted the clouds,And a path to the wanderer can show;That pierces the veil which the future enshrouds,And tells us to whom we should go!
3O, blest be that light which has parted the clouds,
And a path to the wanderer can show;
That pierces the veil which the future enshrouds,
And tells us to whom we should go!
213.C. M.Bulfinch.Help Thou Our Unbelief.1Father, when o’er our trembling heartsDoubt’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;Grant us again to see Thy face;Lord, help our unbelief!2When sorrow comes, and joys are flown,And fondest hopes lie dead,And blessings, long esteemed our own,Are now forever fled;When the bright promise of our springIs but a withered leaf,Lord, to Thy truths still let us cling;Help Thou our unbelief!3And when the powers of nature failUpon the couch of pain,Nor love nor friendship can availThe spirit to detain;Then, Father, be our closing eyesUndimmed by tears of grief;And, if a trembling doubt arise,Help Thou our unbelief!
C. M.
Bulfinch.
1Father, when o’er our trembling heartsDoubt’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;Grant us again to see Thy face;Lord, help our unbelief!
1Father, 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;
Grant us again to see Thy face;
Lord, help our unbelief!
2When sorrow comes, and joys are flown,And fondest hopes lie dead,And blessings, long esteemed our own,Are now forever fled;When the bright promise of our springIs but a withered leaf,Lord, to Thy truths still let us cling;Help Thou our unbelief!
2When sorrow comes, and joys are flown,
And fondest hopes lie dead,
And blessings, long esteemed our own,
Are now forever 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!
3And when the powers of nature failUpon the couch of pain,Nor love nor friendship can availThe spirit to detain;Then, Father, be our closing eyesUndimmed by tears of grief;And, if a trembling doubt arise,Help Thou our unbelief!
3And 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!
214.7s. M.Furness.Christ Who Strengtheneth Me.1Feeble, helpless, how shall ILearn to live and learn to die?Who, O God, my guide shall be?Who shall lead thy child to Thee?2Blessed Father, gracious One,Thou hast sent thy holy Son;He will give the light I need,He my trembling steps will lead.3Through this world, uncertain, dim,Let me ever learn of him;From his precepts wisdom draw,Make his life my solemn law.4Thus in deed, and thought, and word,Led by Jesus Christ the Lord,In my weakness, thus shall ILearn to live and learn to die;5Learn to live in peace and love,Like the perfect ones above;—Learn to die without a fear,Feeling Thee, my Father, near.
7s. M.
Furness.
1Feeble, helpless, how shall ILearn to live and learn to die?Who, O God, my guide shall be?Who shall lead thy child to Thee?
1Feeble, helpless, how shall I
Learn to live and learn to die?
Who, O God, my guide shall be?
Who shall lead thy child to Thee?
2Blessed Father, gracious One,Thou hast sent thy holy Son;He will give the light I need,He my trembling steps will lead.
2Blessed Father, gracious One,
Thou hast sent thy holy Son;
He will give the light I need,
He my trembling steps will lead.
3Through this world, uncertain, dim,Let me ever learn of him;From his precepts wisdom draw,Make his life my solemn law.
3Through this world, uncertain, dim,
Let me ever learn of him;
From his precepts wisdom draw,
Make his life my solemn law.
4Thus in deed, and thought, and word,Led by Jesus Christ the Lord,In my weakness, thus shall ILearn to live and learn to die;
4Thus in deed, and thought, and word,
Led by Jesus Christ the Lord,
In my weakness, thus shall I
Learn to live and learn to die;
5Learn to live in peace and love,Like the perfect ones above;—Learn to die without a fear,Feeling Thee, my Father, near.
5Learn to live in peace and love,
Like the perfect ones above;—
Learn to die without a fear,
Feeling Thee, my Father, near.
215.L. M.Anonymous.Angels from Heaven Strengthening Him.1When in thine hour of conflict, Lord,The tempter to thy soul was nigh,Or when that bitter cup was pouredIn thy deep garden-agony,—2Not then, when uttermost thy need,Seemed light across thy soul to break;No seraph form was seen to speed,Nor yet the voice of comfort spake;3Till, by thine own triumphant word,The victory over ill was won;Until the voice of faith was heard,“Thy will, O God, not mine, be done!”4Lord, bring those precious moments back,When fainting against sin we strain;Or in thy counsels fail to trackAught but the present grief and pain.5In weakness, help us to contend;In darkness, yield to God our will;And true hearts, faithful to the end,Cheer by thine holy angels still!
L. M.
Anonymous.
1When in thine hour of conflict, Lord,The tempter to thy soul was nigh,Or when that bitter cup was pouredIn thy deep garden-agony,—
1When in thine hour of conflict, Lord,
The tempter to thy soul was nigh,
Or when that bitter cup was poured
In thy deep garden-agony,—
2Not then, when uttermost thy need,Seemed light across thy soul to break;No seraph form was seen to speed,Nor yet the voice of comfort spake;
2Not then, when uttermost thy need,
Seemed light across thy soul to break;
No seraph form was seen to speed,
Nor yet the voice of comfort spake;
3Till, by thine own triumphant word,The victory over ill was won;Until the voice of faith was heard,“Thy will, O God, not mine, be done!”
3Till, by thine own triumphant word,
The victory over ill was won;
Until the voice of faith was heard,
“Thy will, O God, not mine, be done!”
4Lord, bring those precious moments back,When fainting against sin we strain;Or in thy counsels fail to trackAught but the present grief and pain.
4Lord, bring those precious moments back,
When fainting against sin we strain;
Or in thy counsels fail to track
Aught but the present grief and pain.
5In weakness, help us to contend;In darkness, yield to God our will;And true hearts, faithful to the end,Cheer by thine holy angels still!
5In weakness, help us to contend;
In darkness, yield to God our will;
And true hearts, faithful to the end,
Cheer by thine holy angels still!
216.7s. M.Montgomery.In Temptation.1Hasten, Lord, to my release;Haste to help me, O my God!Foes like armed bands increase;—Turn them back the way they trod.2Dark temptations round me press,Evil thoughts my soul assail;Doubts and fears, in my distress,Rise, till flesh and spirit fail.3Thou mine only helper art,My redeemer from the grave;Strength of my desiring heart,Father! Helper! haste to save!
7s. M.
Montgomery.
1Hasten, Lord, to my release;Haste to help me, O my God!Foes like armed bands increase;—Turn them back the way they trod.
1Hasten, Lord, to my release;
Haste to help me, O my God!
Foes like armed bands increase;—
Turn them back the way they trod.
2Dark temptations round me press,Evil thoughts my soul assail;Doubts and fears, in my distress,Rise, till flesh and spirit fail.
2Dark temptations round me press,
Evil thoughts my soul assail;
Doubts and fears, in my distress,
Rise, till flesh and spirit fail.
3Thou mine only helper art,My redeemer from the grave;Strength of my desiring heart,Father! Helper! haste to save!
3Thou mine only helper art,
My redeemer from the grave;
Strength of my desiring heart,
Father! Helper! haste to save!
217.11 & 10s. M.Anonymous.Spiritual Blessings.1Almighty Father! Thou hast many a blessingIn store for every erring child of Thine;For this I pray,—Let me, Thy grace possessing,Seek to be guided by Thy will divine.2Not for earth’s treasures, for her joys the dearest,Would I my supplications raise to Thee;Not for the hopes that to my heart are nearest,But only that I give that heart to Thee.3I pray that Thou wouldst guide and guard me ever;Cleanse, by Thy power, from every stain of sin;I will Thy blessing ask on each endeavor,And thus Thy promised peace my soul shall win.
11 & 10s. M.
Anonymous.
1Almighty Father! Thou hast many a blessingIn store for every erring child of Thine;For this I pray,—Let me, Thy grace possessing,Seek to be guided by Thy will divine.
1Almighty Father! Thou hast many a blessing
In store for every erring child of Thine;
For this I pray,—Let me, Thy grace possessing,
Seek to be guided by Thy will divine.
2Not for earth’s treasures, for her joys the dearest,Would I my supplications raise to Thee;Not for the hopes that to my heart are nearest,But only that I give that heart to Thee.
2Not for earth’s treasures, for her joys the dearest,
Would I my supplications raise to Thee;
Not for the hopes that to my heart are nearest,
But only that I give that heart to Thee.
3I pray that Thou wouldst guide and guard me ever;Cleanse, by Thy power, from every stain of sin;I will Thy blessing ask on each endeavor,And thus Thy promised peace my soul shall win.
3I pray that Thou wouldst guide and guard me ever;
Cleanse, by Thy power, from every stain of sin;
I will Thy blessing ask on each endeavor,
And thus Thy promised peace my soul shall win.
218.L. M.Montgomery.The Soul’s Rest.1Return, my soul, unto thy rest,From vain pursuits and maddening cares;From lonely woes that wring thy breast,The world’s allurements, toils, and snares.2Return unto thy rest, my soul,From all the wanderings of thy thought;From sickness unto death made whole;Safe through a thousand perils brought.3Then to thy rest, my soul, return,From passions every hour at strife;Sin’s works, and ways, and wages, spurn,Lay hold upon eternal life.4God is thy rest; with heart inclinedTo keep His word, that word believe;Christ is thy rest; with lowly mind,His light and easy yoke receive.
L. M.
Montgomery.
1Return, my soul, unto thy rest,From vain pursuits and maddening cares;From lonely woes that wring thy breast,The world’s allurements, toils, and snares.
1Return, my soul, unto thy rest,
From vain pursuits and maddening cares;
From lonely woes that wring thy breast,
The world’s allurements, toils, and snares.
2Return unto thy rest, my soul,From all the wanderings of thy thought;From sickness unto death made whole;Safe through a thousand perils brought.
2Return unto thy rest, my soul,
From all the wanderings of thy thought;
From sickness unto death made whole;
Safe through a thousand perils brought.
3Then to thy rest, my soul, return,From passions every hour at strife;Sin’s works, and ways, and wages, spurn,Lay hold upon eternal life.
3Then to thy rest, my soul, return,
From passions every hour at strife;
Sin’s works, and ways, and wages, spurn,
Lay hold upon eternal life.
4God is thy rest; with heart inclinedTo keep His word, that word believe;Christ is thy rest; with lowly mind,His light and easy yoke receive.
4God is thy rest; with heart inclined
To keep His word, that word believe;
Christ is thy rest; with lowly mind,
His light and easy yoke receive.
219.L. M.Moravian.Seeking God.1Thou hidden love of God, whose height,Whose depth unfathomed, no man knows;I see from far Thy beauteous light,Inly I sigh for Thy repose.My heart is pained; nor can it beAt rest, till it find rest in Thee.2Thy secret voice invites me stillThe sweetness of Thy yoke to prove;And fain I would; but though my willSeem fixed, yet wide my passions rove;Yet hindrances strew all the way;I aim at Thee, yet from Thee stray.3’Tis mercy all, that Thou hast broughtMy mind to seek her peace in Thee;Yet, while I seek, but find Thee not,No peace my wandering soul shall see.O, when shall all my wanderings end,And all my steps to Thee-ward tend!4Is there a thing beneath the sun,That strives with Thee my heart to share?Ah! tear it thence, and reign alone,The Lord of every motion there!Then shall my heart from earth be free,When it hath found repose in Thee.
L. M.
Moravian.
1Thou hidden love of God, whose height,Whose depth unfathomed, no man knows;I see from far Thy beauteous light,Inly I sigh for Thy repose.My heart is pained; nor can it beAt rest, till it find rest in Thee.
1Thou hidden love of God, whose height,
Whose depth unfathomed, no man knows;
I see from far Thy beauteous light,
Inly I sigh for Thy repose.
My heart is pained; nor can it be
At rest, till it find rest in Thee.
2Thy secret voice invites me stillThe sweetness of Thy yoke to prove;And fain I would; but though my willSeem fixed, yet wide my passions rove;Yet hindrances strew all the way;I aim at Thee, yet from Thee stray.
2Thy secret voice invites me still
The sweetness of Thy yoke to prove;
And fain I would; but though my will
Seem fixed, yet wide my passions rove;
Yet hindrances strew all the way;
I aim at Thee, yet from Thee stray.
3’Tis mercy all, that Thou hast broughtMy mind to seek her peace in Thee;Yet, while I seek, but find Thee not,No peace my wandering soul shall see.O, when shall all my wanderings end,And all my steps to Thee-ward tend!
3’Tis mercy all, that Thou hast brought
My mind to seek her peace in Thee;
Yet, while I seek, but find Thee not,
No peace my wandering soul shall see.
O, when shall all my wanderings end,
And all my steps to Thee-ward tend!
4Is there a thing beneath the sun,That strives with Thee my heart to share?Ah! tear it thence, and reign alone,The Lord of every motion there!Then shall my heart from earth be free,When it hath found repose in Thee.
4Is there a thing beneath the sun,
That strives with Thee my heart to share?
Ah! tear it thence, and reign alone,
The Lord of every motion there!
Then shall my heart from earth be free,
When it hath found repose in Thee.
220.P. M.Anonymous.Lead Thou Me On!1Send kindly light amid the encircling gloom,And lead me on!The night is dark, and I am far from home;Lead Thou me on!Keep Thou my feet: I do not ask to seeThe distant scene; one step enough for me.2I was not ever thus, nor prayed that ThouShouldst lead me on;I loved to choose and see my path; but nowLead Thou me on!I loved day’s dazzling light, and, spite of fears,Pride ruled my will: remember not past years!3So long Thy power hath blessed me, surely still’Twill lead me onThrough dreary doubt, through pain and sorrow, tillThe night is gone,And with the morn those angel faces smileWhich I have loved long since, and lost awhile.
P. M.
Anonymous.
1Send kindly light amid the encircling gloom,And lead me on!The night is dark, and I am far from home;Lead Thou me on!Keep Thou my feet: I do not ask to seeThe distant scene; one step enough for me.
1Send kindly light amid the encircling gloom,
And lead me on!
The night is dark, and I am far from home;
Lead Thou me on!
Keep Thou my feet: I do not ask to see
The distant scene; one step enough for me.
2I was not ever thus, nor prayed that ThouShouldst lead me on;I loved to choose and see my path; but nowLead Thou me on!I loved day’s dazzling light, and, spite of fears,Pride ruled my will: remember not past years!
2I was not ever thus, nor prayed that Thou
Shouldst lead me on;
I loved to choose and see my path; but now
Lead Thou me on!
I loved day’s dazzling light, and, spite of fears,
Pride ruled my will: remember not past years!
3So long Thy power hath blessed me, surely still’Twill lead me onThrough dreary doubt, through pain and sorrow, tillThe night is gone,And with the morn those angel faces smileWhich I have loved long since, and lost awhile.
3So long Thy power hath blessed me, surely still
’Twill lead me on
Through dreary doubt, through pain and sorrow, till
The night is gone,
And with the morn those angel faces smile
Which I have loved long since, and lost awhile.
221.L. M.Watts.Devout Retirement and Meditation.1My God! permit me not to beA stranger to myself and Thee;Amidst a thousand thoughts I rove,Forgetful of my highest love.2Why 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?3Call me away from flesh and sense;One sovereign word can draw me thence;I would obey Thy voice divine,And all inferior joys resign.4Be earth, with all her strife, withdrawn;Let noise and vanity be gone;In secret silence of the mind,My heaven, and there my God, I find.
L. M.
Watts.
1My God! permit me not to beA stranger to myself and Thee;Amidst a thousand thoughts I rove,Forgetful of my highest love.
1My God! permit me not to be
A stranger to myself and Thee;
Amidst a thousand thoughts I rove,
Forgetful of my highest love.
2Why 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?
2Why 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?
3Call me away from flesh and sense;One sovereign word can draw me thence;I would obey Thy voice divine,And all inferior joys resign.
3Call me away from flesh and sense;
One sovereign word can draw me thence;
I would obey Thy voice divine,
And all inferior joys resign.
4Be earth, with all her strife, withdrawn;Let noise and vanity be gone;In secret silence of the mind,My heaven, and there my God, I find.
4Be earth, with all her strife, withdrawn;
Let noise and vanity be gone;
In secret silence of the mind,
My heaven, and there my God, I find.
222.L. M.Moravian.Aspiration.1O, Draw me, Father, after Thee!So shall I run and never tire;With gracious words still comfort me;Be Thou my hope, my sole desire;Free me from every weight; nor fearNor sin can come, if Thou art near.2From all eternity, with loveUnchangeable Thou hast me viewed;Ere knew this beating heart to move,Thy tender mercies me pursued;Ever with me may they abide,And close me in on every side.3In suffering be Thy love my peace;In weakness be Thy love my power;And when the storms of life shall cease,O Father! in my latest hour,In death as life, be Thou my guide,And draw me closer to Thy side.
L. M.
Moravian.
1O, Draw me, Father, after Thee!So shall I run and never tire;With gracious words still comfort me;Be Thou my hope, my sole desire;Free me from every weight; nor fearNor sin can come, if Thou art near.
1O, Draw me, Father, after Thee!
So shall I run and never tire;
With gracious words still comfort me;
Be Thou my hope, my sole desire;
Free me from every weight; nor fear
Nor sin can come, if Thou art near.
2From all eternity, with loveUnchangeable Thou hast me viewed;Ere knew this beating heart to move,Thy tender mercies me pursued;Ever with me may they abide,And close me in on every side.
2From all eternity, with love
Unchangeable Thou hast me viewed;
Ere knew this beating heart to move,
Thy tender mercies me pursued;
Ever with me may they abide,
And close me in on every side.
3In suffering be Thy love my peace;In weakness be Thy love my power;And when the storms of life shall cease,O Father! in my latest hour,In death as life, be Thou my guide,And draw me closer to Thy side.
3In suffering be Thy love my peace;
In weakness be Thy love my power;
And when the storms of life shall cease,
O Father! in my latest hour,
In death as life, be Thou my guide,
And draw me closer to Thy side.
223.L. M.C. Wesley.Spiritual Needs.1I Want the spirit of power within,Of love, and of a healthful mind:Of power to conquer every sin;Of love to God and all mankind;Of health that pain and death defies,Most vigorous when the body dies.2O, that the Comforter would come,Nor visit as a transient guest,But fix in me his constant home,And keep possession of my breast;And make my soul his loved abode,The temple of indwelling God!
L. M.
C. Wesley.
1I Want the spirit of power within,Of love, and of a healthful mind:Of power to conquer every sin;Of love to God and all mankind;Of health that pain and death defies,Most vigorous when the body dies.
1I Want the spirit of power within,
Of love, and of a healthful mind:
Of power to conquer every sin;
Of love to God and all mankind;
Of health that pain and death defies,
Most vigorous when the body dies.
2O, that the Comforter would come,Nor visit as a transient guest,But fix in me his constant home,And keep possession of my breast;And make my soul his loved abode,The temple of indwelling God!
2O, that the Comforter would come,
Nor visit as a transient guest,
But fix in me his constant home,
And keep possession of my breast;
And make my soul his loved abode,
The temple of indwelling God!
224.C. M.C. Wesley.Watchfulness.1I want a principle withinOf jealous, godly fear;A sensibility to sin,A pain to find it near.2I want the first approach to feelOf pride, or fond desire;To catch the wandering of my will,And quench the kindling fire.3From Thee that I no more may part,No more Thy goodness grieve,The filial awe, the fleshly heart,The tender conscience give.4Quick as the apple of an eye,O God, my conscience make!Awake my soul, when sin is nigh,And keep it still awake.
C. M.
C. Wesley.
1I want a principle withinOf jealous, godly fear;A sensibility to sin,A pain to find it near.
1I want a principle within
Of jealous, godly fear;
A sensibility to sin,
A pain to find it near.
2I want the first approach to feelOf pride, or fond desire;To catch the wandering of my will,And quench the kindling fire.
2I want the first approach to feel
Of pride, or fond desire;
To catch the wandering of my will,
And quench the kindling fire.
3From Thee that I no more may part,No more Thy goodness grieve,The filial awe, the fleshly heart,The tender conscience give.
3From Thee that I no more may part,
No more Thy goodness grieve,
The filial awe, the fleshly heart,
The tender conscience give.
4Quick as the apple of an eye,O God, my conscience make!Awake my soul, when sin is nigh,And keep it still awake.
4Quick as the apple of an eye,
O God, my conscience make!
Awake my soul, when sin is nigh,
And keep it still awake.
225.S. M.C. Wesley.Spiritual Wants.1My God, my strength, my hope,On Thee I cast my care,With humble confidence look up,And know Thou hear’st my prayer.Give me on Thee to wait,Till I can all things do;On Thee, almighty to create,Almighty to renew.2I want a sober mind,A self-renouncing will,That tramples down and casts behindThe baits of pleasing ill;A soul inured to pain,To hardship, grief, and loss,Bold to take up, firm to sustain,The consecrated cross.3I want a godly fear,A quick-discerning eye,That looks to Thee when sin is near,And bids the tempter fly;A spirit still prepared,And armed with jealous care,Forever standing on its guard,And watching unto prayer.4I want a true regard,A single, steady aim,Unmoved by threatening or reward,To Thee and Thy great name;This blessing above all,Always to pray, I want:Out of the deep on Thee to call,And never, never faint.5I rest upon Thy word;The promise is for me;My succor and salvation, Lord,Shall surely come from Thee;But let me still abide,Nor from my hope remove,Till Thou my patient spirit guideInto Thy perfect love.
S. M.
C. Wesley.
1My God, my strength, my hope,On Thee I cast my care,With humble confidence look up,And know Thou hear’st my prayer.Give me on Thee to wait,Till I can all things do;On Thee, almighty to create,Almighty to renew.
1My God, my strength, my hope,
On Thee I cast my care,
With humble confidence look up,
And know Thou hear’st my prayer.
Give me on Thee to wait,
Till I can all things do;
On Thee, almighty to create,
Almighty to renew.
2I want a sober mind,A self-renouncing will,That tramples down and casts behindThe baits of pleasing ill;A soul inured to pain,To hardship, grief, and loss,Bold to take up, firm to sustain,The consecrated cross.
2I want a sober mind,
A self-renouncing will,
That tramples down and casts behind
The baits of pleasing ill;
A soul inured to pain,
To hardship, grief, and loss,
Bold to take up, firm to sustain,
The consecrated cross.
3I want a godly fear,A quick-discerning eye,That looks to Thee when sin is near,And bids the tempter fly;A spirit still prepared,And armed with jealous care,Forever standing on its guard,And watching unto prayer.
3I want a godly fear,
A quick-discerning eye,
That looks to Thee when sin is near,
And bids the tempter fly;
A spirit still prepared,
And armed with jealous care,
Forever standing on its guard,
And watching unto prayer.
4I want a true regard,A single, steady aim,Unmoved by threatening or reward,To Thee and Thy great name;This blessing above all,Always to pray, I want:Out of the deep on Thee to call,And never, never faint.
4I want a true regard,
A single, steady aim,
Unmoved by threatening or reward,
To Thee and Thy great name;
This blessing above all,
Always to pray, I want:
Out of the deep on Thee to call,
And never, never faint.
5I rest upon Thy word;The promise is for me;My succor and salvation, Lord,Shall surely come from Thee;But let me still abide,Nor from my hope remove,Till Thou my patient spirit guideInto Thy perfect love.
5I rest upon Thy word;
The promise is for me;
My succor and salvation, Lord,
Shall surely come from Thee;
But let me still abide,
Nor from my hope remove,
Till Thou my patient spirit guide
Into Thy perfect love.
226.7s. M.Montgomery.The Soul Thirsting for God.1As the hart, with eager looks,Panteth for the water-brooks,So my soul, athirst for Thee,Pants the living God to see;When, O, when, without a fear,Lord, shall I to Thee draw near?2Why art thou cast down, my soul?God, thy God, shall make thee whole;Why art thou disquieted?God shall lift thy fallen head,And His countenance benignBe the saving health of thine.
7s. M.
Montgomery.
1As the hart, with eager looks,Panteth for the water-brooks,So my soul, athirst for Thee,Pants the living God to see;When, O, when, without a fear,Lord, shall I to Thee draw near?
1As the hart, with eager looks,
Panteth for the water-brooks,
So my soul, athirst for Thee,
Pants the living God to see;
When, O, when, without a fear,
Lord, shall I to Thee draw near?
2Why art thou cast down, my soul?God, thy God, shall make thee whole;Why art thou disquieted?God shall lift thy fallen head,And His countenance benignBe the saving health of thine.
2Why art thou cast down, my soul?
God, thy God, shall make thee whole;
Why art thou disquieted?
God shall lift thy fallen head,
And His countenance benign
Be the saving health of thine.
227.S. M.Montgomery.Seeking Rest.1O, where shall rest be found,Rest for the weary soul?’Twere vain the ocean depths to sound,Or pierce to either pole:2The world can never giveThe rest for which we sigh;’Tis not the whole of life to live,Nor all of death to die.3In Thee we end our quest;Alone are found in TheeThe life of perfect love,—the restOf immortality.
S. M.
Montgomery.
1O, where shall rest be found,Rest for the weary soul?’Twere vain the ocean depths to sound,Or pierce to either pole:
1O, where shall rest be found,
Rest for the weary soul?
’Twere vain the ocean depths to sound,
Or pierce to either pole:
2The world can never giveThe rest for which we sigh;’Tis not the whole of life to live,Nor all of death to die.
2The world can never give
The rest for which we sigh;
’Tis not the whole of life to live,
Nor all of death to die.
3In Thee we end our quest;Alone are found in TheeThe life of perfect love,—the restOf immortality.
3In Thee we end our quest;
Alone are found in Thee
The life of perfect love,—the rest
Of immortality.
228.C. M.C. Wesley.There Remaineth a Rest for the People of God.1Lord, I believe a rest remains,To all Thy people known;A rest where pure enjoyment reigns,And Thou art loved alone.2A rest, where all our soul’s desireIs fixed on things above;Where fear, and sin, and grief expire,Cast out by perfect love.3O, that I now that rest might know,Believe, and enter in;Now, Father, now the power bestow,And let me cease from sin.4Remove all hardness from my heart,All unbelief remove;To me the rest of faith impart,The sabbath of Thy love.
C. M.
C. Wesley.
1Lord, I believe a rest remains,To all Thy people known;A rest where pure enjoyment reigns,And Thou art loved alone.
1Lord, I believe a rest remains,
To all Thy people known;
A rest where pure enjoyment reigns,
And Thou art loved alone.
2A rest, where all our soul’s desireIs fixed on things above;Where fear, and sin, and grief expire,Cast out by perfect love.
2A rest, where all our soul’s desire
Is fixed on things above;
Where fear, and sin, and grief expire,
Cast out by perfect love.
3O, that I now that rest might know,Believe, and enter in;Now, Father, now the power bestow,And let me cease from sin.
3O, that I now that rest might know,
Believe, and enter in;
Now, Father, now the power bestow,
And let me cease from sin.
4Remove all hardness from my heart,All unbelief remove;To me the rest of faith impart,The sabbath of Thy love.
4Remove all hardness from my heart,
All unbelief remove;
To me the rest of faith impart,
The sabbath of Thy love.
229.S. M.C. Wesley.Desire for Holiness.1That blessed law of Thine,Father, to me impart;—The Spirit’s law of life divine,O, write it in my heart!2Implant it deep within,Whence it may ne’er remove,—The law of liberty from sin,The perfect law of love.3Thy nature be my law,Thy spotless sanctity,And sweetly every moment drawMy happy soul to Thee.
S. M.
C. Wesley.
1That blessed law of Thine,Father, to me impart;—The Spirit’s law of life divine,O, write it in my heart!
1That blessed law of Thine,
Father, to me impart;—
The Spirit’s law of life divine,
O, write it in my heart!
2Implant it deep within,Whence it may ne’er remove,—The law of liberty from sin,The perfect law of love.
2Implant it deep within,
Whence it may ne’er remove,—
The law of liberty from sin,
The perfect law of love.
3Thy nature be my law,Thy spotless sanctity,And sweetly every moment drawMy happy soul to Thee.
3Thy nature be my law,
Thy spotless sanctity,
And sweetly every moment draw
My happy soul to Thee.
230.C. P. M.Anonymous.Self-Renunciation.1O Lord! how happy should we be,If we could leave our cares to Thee,If we from self could rest,And feel at heart that One above,In perfect wisdom, perfect love,Is working for the best.2For when we kneel and cast our careUpon our God in humble prayer,With strengthened souls we rise;Sure that our Father, who is nighTo hear the ravens when they cry,Will hear His children’s cries.3O, may these trustless hearts of oursThe lesson learn from birds and flowers,And learn from self to cease,—Leave all things to our Father’s will,And, on His mercy, leaning still,Find, in each trial, peace!
C. P. M.
Anonymous.
1O Lord! how happy should we be,If we could leave our cares to Thee,If we from self could rest,And feel at heart that One above,In perfect wisdom, perfect love,Is working for the best.
1O Lord! how happy should we be,
If we could leave our cares to Thee,
If we from self could rest,
And feel at heart that One above,
In perfect wisdom, perfect love,
Is working for the best.
2For when we kneel and cast our careUpon our God in humble prayer,With strengthened souls we rise;Sure that our Father, who is nighTo hear the ravens when they cry,Will hear His children’s cries.
2For when we kneel and cast our care
Upon our God in humble prayer,
With strengthened souls we rise;
Sure that our Father, who is nigh
To hear the ravens when they cry,
Will hear His children’s cries.
3O, may these trustless hearts of oursThe lesson learn from birds and flowers,And learn from self to cease,—Leave all things to our Father’s will,And, on His mercy, leaning still,Find, in each trial, peace!
3O, may these trustless hearts of ours
The lesson learn from birds and flowers,
And learn from self to cease,—
Leave all things to our Father’s will,
And, on His mercy, leaning still,
Find, in each trial, peace!
231.S. M.Montgomery.Forever with the Lord.1Forever with the Lord!So, Father, let it be;Life from the dead is in that word,’Tis immortality.2Here in the body pent,Absent from Thee I roam;Yet nightly pitch my moving tentA day’s march nearer home.3My Father’s house on high!Home of my soul, how nearAt times to faith’s foreseeing eyeThy golden gates appear!4I hear at morn and even,At noon and midnight hour,The choral harmonies of heavenEarth’s Babel-tongues o’erpower.5And then I feel, that He,Remembered or forgot,The Lord, is never far from me,Though I perceive Him not.6Forever with the Lord!Father, if ’tis Thy will,The promise of that blessed wordEven here to me fulfil.7Be Thou at my right hand,Then can I never fail;Uphold Thou me, and I shall stand;Help, and I must prevail.
S. M.
Montgomery.
1Forever with the Lord!So, Father, let it be;Life from the dead is in that word,’Tis immortality.
1Forever with the Lord!
So, Father, let it be;
Life from the dead is in that word,
’Tis immortality.
2Here in the body pent,Absent from Thee I roam;Yet nightly pitch my moving tentA day’s march nearer home.
2Here in the body pent,
Absent from Thee I roam;
Yet nightly pitch my moving tent
A day’s march nearer home.
3My Father’s house on high!Home of my soul, how nearAt times to faith’s foreseeing eyeThy golden gates appear!
3My Father’s house on high!
Home of my soul, how near
At times to faith’s foreseeing eye
Thy golden gates appear!
4I hear at morn and even,At noon and midnight hour,The choral harmonies of heavenEarth’s Babel-tongues o’erpower.
4I hear at morn and even,
At noon and midnight hour,
The choral harmonies of heaven
Earth’s Babel-tongues o’erpower.
5And then I feel, that He,Remembered or forgot,The Lord, is never far from me,Though I perceive Him not.
5And then I feel, that He,
Remembered or forgot,
The Lord, is never far from me,
Though I perceive Him not.
6Forever with the Lord!Father, if ’tis Thy will,The promise of that blessed wordEven here to me fulfil.
6Forever with the Lord!
Father, if ’tis Thy will,
The promise of that blessed word
Even here to me fulfil.
7Be Thou at my right hand,Then can I never fail;Uphold Thou me, and I shall stand;Help, and I must prevail.
7Be Thou at my right hand,
Then can I never fail;
Uphold Thou me, and I shall stand;
Help, and I must prevail.
232.L. M.Montgomery.Heaven.1Heaven is a state of rest from sin;But all who hope to enter thereMust here that holy course begin,Which shall their souls for rest prepare.2Clean hearts, O God, in us create!Right spirits, Lord, in us renew!Commence we now that higher state,Now do Thy will as angels do.3In Jesus’ footsteps may we tread,Learn every lesson of his love;And be from grace to glory led,From heaven below to heaven above.
L. M.
Montgomery.
1Heaven is a state of rest from sin;But all who hope to enter thereMust here that holy course begin,Which shall their souls for rest prepare.
1Heaven is a state of rest from sin;
But all who hope to enter there
Must here that holy course begin,
Which shall their souls for rest prepare.
2Clean hearts, O God, in us create!Right spirits, Lord, in us renew!Commence we now that higher state,Now do Thy will as angels do.
2Clean hearts, O God, in us create!
Right spirits, Lord, in us renew!
Commence we now that higher state,
Now do Thy will as angels do.
3In Jesus’ footsteps may we tread,Learn every lesson of his love;And be from grace to glory led,From heaven below to heaven above.
3In Jesus’ footsteps may we tread,
Learn every lesson of his love;
And be from grace to glory led,
From heaven below to heaven above.
233.L. M.Wesleyan.Desire for Union with God.1O Love, how cheering is Thy ray!All pain before Thy presence flies;Care, anguish, sorrow, melt away,Where’er Thy healing beams arise:O Father! nothing may I see,And nought desire or seek, but Thee.2Unwearied may I this pursue,Dauntless to this high prize aspire;Each hour within my soul renewThis holy flame, this heavenly fire;And day and night be all my careTo guard the sacred treasure there.3O, that I as a little childMay follow Thee, and never rest,Till sweetly Thou hast breathed a mildAnd lowly mind into my breast!Nor ever may we parted be,Till I become as one with Thee.4Still let Thy love point out my way;How wondrous things that love hath wrought!Still lead me, lest I go astray;Direct my word, inspire my thought;And if I fall, soon may I hearThy voice, and know Thy love is near.
L. M.
Wesleyan.
1O Love, how cheering is Thy ray!All pain before Thy presence flies;Care, anguish, sorrow, melt away,Where’er Thy healing beams arise:O Father! nothing may I see,And nought desire or seek, but Thee.
1O Love, how cheering is Thy ray!
All pain before Thy presence flies;
Care, anguish, sorrow, melt away,
Where’er Thy healing beams arise:
O Father! nothing may I see,
And nought desire or seek, but Thee.
2Unwearied may I this pursue,Dauntless to this high prize aspire;Each hour within my soul renewThis holy flame, this heavenly fire;And day and night be all my careTo guard the sacred treasure there.
2Unwearied may I this pursue,
Dauntless to this high prize aspire;
Each hour within my soul renew
This holy flame, this heavenly fire;
And day and night be all my care
To guard the sacred treasure there.
3O, that I as a little childMay follow Thee, and never rest,Till sweetly Thou hast breathed a mildAnd lowly mind into my breast!Nor ever may we parted be,Till I become as one with Thee.
3O, that I as a little child
May follow Thee, and never rest,
Till sweetly Thou hast breathed a mild
And lowly mind into my breast!
Nor ever may we parted be,
Till I become as one with Thee.
4Still let Thy love point out my way;How wondrous things that love hath wrought!Still lead me, lest I go astray;Direct my word, inspire my thought;And if I fall, soon may I hearThy voice, and know Thy love is near.
4Still let Thy love point out my way;
How wondrous things that love hath wrought!
Still lead me, lest I go astray;
Direct my word, inspire my thought;
And if I fall, soon may I hear
Thy voice, and know Thy love is near.