« PreviousContinue »
3 He shall defend, and guide thy course
Through life's uncertain sea,
Of blest eternity.
With peace and pleasure crown'd: The honey wears no sting, no thorns
Are in the roses found. 5 Then seek the Lord betimes, and choose,
The ways of heav'nly truth :
Than a religious youth.
42. Prayer for Divine Guidance. (S. M.)
1 OW, in my early days,
Teach me thy will to know;
Betimes on me bestow.
And fly from ev'ry snare. 3 My heart to folly prone,
Renew by pow'r divine; Unite it to thyself alone,
And make me wholly thine. 4 O let thy word of grace,
My warmest thoughts employ;
My treasure and my joy.
To what thy laws impart,
Be my whole soul inclin'd ;
And sanctify my mind.
By these to cleanse his way;
That leads to endless day.
Early Piety. Matt. xii. 20. (L. M.) 1 HOW
OW soft the words my Saviour speaks
How kind the promises he makes! A bruised reed he never breaks,
Nor will he quench the smoking flax. 2 The humble poor he won't despise,
Nor on the contrite sinner frown:
to their cries,
Like tender buds, begins to shoot;
And ripens blossoms into fruit.
In all the sorrows they endure;
His promise is for ever sure.
Between the powers of grace and sin;
6 Though press'd with fears on every side,
They know not how the strife may end;
10 LEND your ear, ye youthful tribe,
And early, Wisdom's words imbibe,
To guide your wand'ring way!
She leads to endless day.
Will in the end confer!
Her merchandise prefer.
Relief from guilt and sin:
Your youthful hearts to win. 4 How full of pleasantness her ways! Her paths how full of peace! Her praise
Is sung by every friend;
5 The Scriptures read, nor shall you miss
There Wisdom's voice is heard.
And share the rich reward.
The chast'ning of the Lord :
In heav'n your great reward.
BIRTH DAY. 245. A Birth Day Hymn. (P. M.) 11
MY Ebenezer raise,
my kind Redeemer's praise ; With a grateful heart I own,
Hitherto thy help I've known.
Well I know concerns me not;
What thy will ordains is best.
Father, let thy will be mine;
Fruits of thy paternal love.
Guard me in the trying hour :
5 Let my few remaining days,
Be directed to thy praise;
6 To thy will I leave the rest,
For a Birth Day. (P. M.)
OD of my life, to thee
My cheerful soul I raise,
And still prolongs my days:
And bless the day, that I was born. 2 A clod of living earth,
I glorify thy name,
And all my blessings came;
Let all that is within me praise. 3 My soul, and all its powers,
Thine, wholly thine, shall be ;
I consecrate to thee ;