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6 Thy nature, gracious Lord, impart,

Come quickly from above,
Write thy new name upon my heart,
Thy new, best name of Love.

Resignation. (C.M.)
SINCE all the downward tracks of time,

God's watchful eye surveys,
O who so wise to choose our lot,

And regulate our ways !
2 Assured of his wond'rous love,

Unmeasurably kind,
To his unerring gracious will,

Be every wish resign'd.
3 Good, when he gives, supremely good,

Nor less when he denies ;
E'en crosses from his sov’reign hand,

Are blessings in disguise.
4 In thy fair book of life divine,

My God, inscribe my name;
There let it fill some humble place,

Beneath my Lord, the Lamb.
5 Thy saints, while ages roll away,

In endless fame survive ;
Their glories o'er the wrongs of time,

Greatly triumphant live.
603. The same. (C. M.)
MY times of sorrow and of joy,

Great God, are in thy hand;
My choicest comforts come from thee,

And go at thy command. .


2 If thou shouldst take them all away,

Yet would I not repine ;
Before they were possess'd by me,

They were entirely thine.
3 Nor would I drop a murm'ring word,

Though the whole world were gone;
But seek enduring happiness

In thee, and thee alone.
4 What is the world, with all its store?

'Tis but a bitter sweet ;
When I attempt to pluck the rose,

A pricking thorn Í meet.
5 Here perfect bliss can ne'er be found,

The honey's mix'd with gall : ’Midst changing scenes and dying friends,

Be Thou my all in all.

604. The same. (C.M.)
1 O LORD., my best desires fulfil,

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

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

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

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

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

Or wilt withhold from me.

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4 Thy favour, all my journey through,

Thou art engag'd to grant ;
What else I want, or think I do,

'Tis better still to want.
5 Wisdom and mercy guide my way,

Shall I resist them both?
A poor blind creature of a day,

And crush'd before the moth! 6 But ah ! my inward spirit cries,

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

Drives all these thoughts away.

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605. Prayer for quickening Grace. (C. M.)

Y soul lies cleaving to the dust;

Lord, give me life divine:
From vain desires, and ev'ry lust,

Turn off these eyes of mine.
2 I need the influence of thy grace,

To speed me in thy way;
Lest I should loiter in my race,
Or turn my feet astray.

3 When sore afflictions press me down,

I need thy quick’ning pow'rs;
Thy word that I have rested on,

Shall help my heaviest hours.
4 Are not thy mercies sov'reign still,

And thou a faithful God?
Wilt thou not grant me warmer zeal,

To run the heav'nly road?

5 Does not my heart thy precepts love,

And long to see thy face?
And yet how slow my spirits move,

Without enliv'ning grace!
6 Then shall I love thy gospel more,

And ne'er forget thy word ;
When I have felt its quick’ning pow'r,

To draw me near the Lord.

606. The Pilgrim's Prayer. Psalm xlviii. 14.

(P. M.)

1 UIDE me, I thou great Jehovah!

Pilgrim through this barren land;
I am weak, but thou art migbty,

Hold me with thy powerful hand :
Bread of heaven, bread of heaven,

Feed me now, and evermore.
2 Open now the chrystal fountain,

Whence the healing streams do flow;
Let the fiery, cloudy pillar,

Lead me all my journey through;
Strong Deliverer, strong Deliverer,

Be thou still my strength and shield.
3 When I tread the verge of Jordan,

anxious fears subside ;
Bear me through the swelling current,

Land me safe on Canaan's side.
Songs of praises, songs of praises,

I will ever give to thee.


Wrestling Jacob. (P.M.) 1 C

NOME, O thou traveller unknown,

Whom still I hold, but cannot see;
My company before is gone,
And I am left alone with thee:
With thee all night I mean to stay,

And wrestle till the break of day. 2 In vain thou strugglest to get free, I never will unloose my

Art thou the man that died for me?
The secret of thy love unfold:
Wrestling, I will not let thee

go, Till I thy name, thy nature know. 3 Wilt thou not yet to me reveal

Thy new, unutterable name?
Tell me, I still beseech thee tell ;
To know it now resolv'd I am :
Wrestling, I will not let thee go,

Till I thy name, thy nature know. 4 What though my shrinking flesh complain,

And murmur to contend so long?
I rise superior to my pain ;
When I am weak, then I am strong:
And when my all of strength shall fail,
I shall with thee, my Lord, prevail.

5 Yield to me now, for I am weak;

But confident in self-despair !
Speak to my heart, in blessings speak;
Be conquer'd by my instant prayer:
Speak, or thou never hence shalt move,
And tell me if thy name be Love?

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