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2 A single eye, a faithful heart,

My Father, to thy child impart,

In every trying hour ;
Perplexing thoughts and cares prevent,
Still keep mine eyes on thee intent,
Till sight my faith o'erpower.

HYMN 197.

For resignation to the divine will. 1 O LORD, my best desire fulfil,

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

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

Whose love forbids my fears ?
Or tremble at the gracious hand

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

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

Or wilt withhold from me.
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 ?
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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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HYMN 198. C. M.
Submission to afflictive providences.
NAKED as from the earth we came,

And enter'd life at first,
We to the earth return again,

And mingle with our dust.
The dear delights we here enjoy,

And fondly call our own,
Are but short favours borrow'd now,

To be repaid anon.
'Tis God that lifts our comforts high,
Or sinks them in the

grave;
He gives, and, blessed be his name,

He takes but what he gave.
Peace, all our angry passions, then,

Let each rebellious sigh
Be silent at his sovereign will,

And every murmur die.
If smiling mercy crown our lives,

Its praises shall be spread;
And we'll adore the justice too
That strikes our comforts dead.

HYMN 199. C. M
Love to the creatures dangerous.
HOW vain are all things here below!

How false and yet how fair!
Each pleasure hath its poison too,

And every sweet a snare,
The brightest things below the sky
Give

but a flattering light;
We should suspect some danger nigh

Where we possess delight.

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Our dearest joys, and nearest friends,

The partners of our blood,
How they divide our wavering minds,

And leave but half for God!
The fondness of a creature's love,

How strong it strikes the sense!
Thither the warm affections move,

Nor can we call them thence.
Dear Saviour, let thy beauties be

My soul's eternal food;
And
grace

command my heart away
From all created good.

HYMN 200. C. M.

Prayer for contentment.
FATHER, whate'er of earthly bliss

Thy sovereign will denies,
Accepted at thy throne of grace

Let this petition rise :
Give me a calm, a thankful heart,

From every murmur free;
The blessings of thy grace impart,

And let me live to thee.
Let the sweet hope that thou art mine

My life and death attend;
Thy presence through my journey shine,
And crown my journey's end.

HYMN 201. C. M.

The Christian race.
AWAKE, my soul, stretch every nerve,
And

press with vigour on;
A heavenly race demands thy zeal,

And an immortal crown.

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A cloud of witnesses around

Hold thee in full survey;
Forget the steps already trod,

And onward urge thy way.
'Tis God's all-animating voice

That calls thee from on high;
'Tis his own hand presents the prize

To thine aspiring eye.
Blest Saviour, introduc'd by thee,

Have I my race begun;
And, crown'd with victory, at thy feet

I'll lay my honours down.

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HYMN 202. c. M.

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Looking unto Jesus." BEHOLD the Lamb of God who bore

Thy burdens on the tree,
And paid in blood the dreadful score,

The ransom due for thee!

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Look to him, till the sight endears

The Saviour to thy heart;
His pierced feet bedew with tears,

Nor from his cross depart.
Look to him, till his dying love

Thy every thought controul;
Its vast constraining influence prove

O'er body, spirit, soul.
Look to him, as the race you run,

Your never-failing friend :
Finish he will the work begun,

And grace in glory end.

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HYMN 203. c. M.

Holy zeal and diligence.
WHILE carnal men, with all their might,

Earth's vanities pursue,
How slow the advances which I make,

With heaven itself in view !
Inspire my soul with holy zeal;

Great God, my love inflaine:
Religion, without zeal and love,

Is but an empty name.
To gain the top of Sion's hill,

May I with fervour strive;
And all those powers employ for thee,
Which I from thee derive!

HYMN 204. 8. M.

Watchfulness enjoined.
YE servants of the Lord,

Each in his office wait,
Observant of his heavenly word,

And watchful at his gate.
Let all your lamps be bright,

And trim the golden flame;
Gird up your loins, as in his sight,

For awful is his name.
Watch, 'tis your Lord's command;

And while we speak, he's near ;
Mark the first signal of his hand,

And ready all appear.
O happy servant he,

In such a posture found !
He shall his Lord with rapture see,

And be with honour crown'd.

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