2 If he my Father be,

His pity he will show ;
From cruel bondage set me free,
And inward peace bestow.
3 If still he silence keep,

'Tis but my faith to try;

He knows and feels whene'er I weep,
And softens every sigh.

4 Then will I humbly wait,
Nor once indulge despair;

My sins are great-but not so great
As his compassions are.

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L. M.

Ralston. Appleton.
WAIT, O my soul, thy Maker's will;
Tumultuous passions, all be still!
Nor let a murmuring thought arise-
His ways are just-his counsels wise.
2 He in the thickest darkness dwells,
Performs his work-the cause conceals:
But, though his methods are unknown,
Judgment and truth support his throne.
3 Wait then, my soul-submissive wait,
Prostrate before his awful seat:
Amid the terrors of his rod,

Still trust a wise and gracious God.

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Bearing Shame for Christ.

mf DIDST thou, dear Saviour, suffer shame,

And bear the cross for me?

And shall I fear to own thy name,

Or thy disciple be?

2 Inspire my soul with life divine,

And make me truly bold;

Let knowledge, faith, and meekness shine,
Nor love, nor zeal grow cold.

3 Let mockers scoff-the world defame,
And treat me with disdain;
Still may I glory in thy name,
And count reproach my gain.
4 To thee I cheerfully submit,
And all my powers resign;
Let wisdom point out what is fit,
And I'll no more repine.

AM I an Israelite indeed,

Without a false disguise?

Grafton. Dedham.

Have I renounced my sins, and left
My refuges of lies?

2 Say, does my heart unchanged remain?
Or is it formed anew?

What is the rule by which I walk,
The object I pursue?

3 Cause me, O God of truth and grace,
My real state to know!

If I am wrong-oh set me right!
If right-preserve me so!

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L. M.

Slade. Germany.

SWEET peace of conscience, heavenly guest!
Come-fix thy mansion in my breast,
Dispel my doubts-my fears control,
And heal the anguish of my soul.

2 Come, smiling hope, and joy sincere,
Come, make your constant dwelling here;
Still let your presence cheer my heart,
Nor sin compel you to depart.

3 O God of hope and peace divine,
Make thou these sacred pleasures mine!
Forgive my sins-my fears remove,
And fill my heart with joy and love.

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C. M.

Eastpor. Patmos.

Chiding ourselves for spiritual Sloth.
My drowsy powers! why sleep ye so?
Awake, my sluggish soul!
Nothing has half thy work to do,

Yet nothing's half so dull.

2 Go to the ants!-for one poor grain
See how they toil and strive!
Yet we, who have a heaven t' obtain,
How negligent we live!

3 We, for whose sake all nature stands,
And stars their courses move-

We, for whose guard the angel-bands
Come flying from above-

4 We, for whom God the Son came down
And labored for our good-

How careless to secure that crown
He purchased with his blood!

Aff 5 Lord, shall we lie so sluggish still,
And never act our parts?—

Come, holy Dove, from th' heavenly hill,

And melt our frozen hearts.

mf 6 Give us with active zeal to move,
With vigorous souls to rise;

With hands of faith-and wings of love,
To fly and take the prize.

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Deliverance from Sin desired.

THOU great Redeemer! set me free
From my old state of sin;

Oh make my soul alive to thee,

Create new powers within.

2 Renew mine eyes-and form mine ears,
And mould my heart afresh ;
Give me new passions, joys, and fears,
And turn the stone to flesh.

3 Far from the regions of the dead,
From sin, and earth, and hell,

In that new world thy grace hath made,
I would forever dwell.

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C. M.

Grafton. Barby.

OH may my heart, by grace renewed,
Be my Redeemer's throne;

And be my stubborn will subdued,
His rightful claim to own.

2 Let deep repentance, faith, and love,
Be joined with godly fear;

And all my conversation prove

My heart to be sincere.

3 Preserve me safe from every sin,
Through my remaining days;
And let each virtue in me shine,
To my Redeemer's praise.

4 Let lively hope my soul inspire,
Let warm affections rise;

And may I wait with strong desire,
To mount above the skies.

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C. M.

Howard's. Wachusett

OH for a heart to praise my God,

A heart from sin set free!

A heart that's sprinkled with the blood
So freely shed for me!

2 Oh for a heart submissive, meek,
My great Redeemer's throne;
Where only Christ is heard to speak,
Where Jesus reigns alone.

3 Oh for an humble, contrite heart,
Believing, true, and clean!

Which neither life, nor death, can part,
From him that dwells within.

4 Thy temper, gracious Lord, impart;
Come quickly from above;

Oh write thy name upon my heart-
Thy name, O God, is love.

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L. M.

Appleton. Medway.

AND dost thou say,' Ask what thou wilt?'
Lord, I would seize the golden hour-

I pray to be released from guilt,

And freed from sin's polluting power.
2 More of thy presence, Lord, impart;
More of thine image let me bear:
Erect thy throne within my heart,
And reign without a rival there.
3 Give me to read my pardon sealed,
And from thy joy to draw my strength;
Oh be thy boundless love revealed

In all its height, and breadth, and length.
4 Grant these requests-I ask no more,
But to thy care the rest resign:
Sick, or in health-or rich, or poor,
All shall be well, if thou art mine.

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78. Pleyel's Hymn. Norwich,

LAMB of God, who thee receive,
Who in thee desire to live,
Day and night they cry to thee,
'As thou art, so let us be!'

2 Fix-oh fix our wavering mind!
To thy cross our spirits bind:

Gladly now we would be clean,
Cleanse our hearts from every sin.
3 Dust and ashes though we be,
Full of guilt and misery;
Thine we are, thou Son of God
Take the purchase of thy blood."

4 Sinners who in thee believe
Everlasting life receive;
They with joy behold thy face,
Triumph in thy pardoning grace.

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Prayer for quickening Grace.

PERMIT me, Lord, to seek thy face,
Obedient to thy call;

To seek the presence of thy grace,
My strength, my life, my all.

2 All I can wish is thine to give:
My God, I ask thy love,
That greatest boon I can receive,
That bliss of heaven above.

3 To heaven my restless heart aspires;
Oh! for some quickening ray,
To animate my faint desires,

And cheer the tiresome way.

4 While sin and Satan join their art
To keep me from my Lord,

Dear Saviour, guard my trembling heart,
And guide me by thy word.

5 Whene'er the tempting foe alarms,
Or spreads the fatal snare,
I'll fly to my Redeemer's arms,
For safety must be there.

6 My Guardian, my almighty Friend,
On thee my soul would rest;

On thee alone my hopes depend,

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In thee I'm ever blest.

L. M.

Summer. Danvers.

COME, gracious Lord-descend and dwell
By faith and love in every breast;

Then shall we know, and taste, and feel

The joys that cannot be expressed.