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602.

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.)
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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,
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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. .

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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.)
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MY

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.

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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,
Bid
my

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.

107.

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

hold:
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.

PAUSE.
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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