3 A hope so much divine May trials well endure, May purge our souls from sense and sin, As Christ the Lord is pure.
4 If in my Father"s love I share a filial part, Send down thy Spirit, like a dove, To rest upon my heart.
5 We would no longer lie Like slaves beneath the throne; Our faith shall Abba, Father! cry And thou the kindred own.
Isaac Watts, 1707.
338 Nettleton. 8s & 7s.
_Memorial of Praise._ (617)
Come, thou Fount of ev"ry blessing, Tune my heart to sing thy grace; Streams of mercy never ceasing, Call for songs of loudest praise.
Teach me some melodious sonnet, Sung by flaming tongues above; Praise the mount--I"m fixed upon it, Mount of thy redeeming love.
2 Here I"ll raise mine Ebenezer, Hither by thy help I"m come; And I hope by thy good pleasure, Safely to arrive at home.
Jesus sought me when a stranger, Wand"ring from the fold of G.o.d, He, to rescue me from danger, Interposed his precious blood.
3 Oh! to grace how great a debtor Daily I"m constrained to be!
Let thy goodness, like a fetter, Bind my wand"ring heart to thee.
p.r.o.ne to wander, Lord, I feel it; p.r.o.ne to leave the G.o.d I love-- Here"s my heart, oh, take and seal it; Seal it for thy courts above.
Robert Robinson, 1758.
339 Braden. S.M.
_The Lord"s Pity._ (188)
The pity of the Lord, To those that fear his name, Is such as tender parents feel; He knows our feeble frame.
2 He knows we are but dust, Scattered with ev"ry breath; His anger, like a rising wind, Can send us swift to death.
3 Our days are as the gra.s.s, Or like the morning flow"r; If one sharp blast sweep o"er the field, It withers in an hour.
4 But thy compa.s.sions, Lord, To endless years endure; And children"s children ever find Thy words of promise sure.
Isaac Watts. 1719.
340 Refuge. 7s. D.
_The Only Refuge._ (532)
Jesus, Lover of my soul, Let me to thy bosom fly, While the nearer waters roll, While the tempest still is high!
Hide me, O my Savior, hide, Till the storm of life is past; Safe into the haven guide, O receive my soul at last!
2 Other refuge have I none; Hangs my helpless soul on thee: Leave, O, leave me not alone, Still support and comfort me: All my trust on thee is stayed, All my help from thee I bring; Cover my defenseless head With the shadow of thy wing!
3 Thou, O Christ, art all I want; More than all in thee I find; Raise the fallen, cheer the faint, Heal the sick, and lead the blind.
Just and holy is thy name, I am all unrighteousness: False and full of sin I am, Thou art full of truth and grace.
4 Plenteous grace with thee is found, Grace to cover all my sin: Let the healing streams abound: Make and keep me pure within.
Thou of life the fountain art, Freely let me take of thee: Spring thou up within my heart, Rise to all eternity.
Charles Wesley, 1740.
341 Pilot. 7s.
_Savior, Pilot Me._
Jesus, Savior, pilot me, Over life"s tempestuous sea; Unknown waves before me roll, Hiding rock and treach"rous shoal; Chart and compa.s.s come from thee; Jesus, Savior, pilot me.
2 As a mother stills her child, Thou canst hush the ocean wild; Boist"rous waves obey thy will, When thou say"st to them "Be still!"
Wondrous Sov"reign of the sea, Jesus, Savior, pilot me.
3 When at last I near the sh.o.r.e, And the fearful breakers roar "Twixt me and the peaceful rest, Then, while leaning on thy breast, May I hear thee say to me, "Fear not, I will pilot thee!"
Rev. Edward Hopper
342 Fulton. 7s.
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Savior! teach me, day by day, Love"s sweet lesson to obey; Sweeter lesson cannot be, Loving him who first loved me.
2 With a child-like heart of love, At thy bidding may I move; Prompt to serve and follow thee, Loving him who first loved me.
3 Teach me all thy steps to trace, Strong to follow in thy grace; Learning how to love from thee, Loving him who first loved me.
4 Love in loving finds employ-- In obedience all her joy; Ever new that joy will be, Loving him who first loved me.
Miss Jane E. Leeson, 1842.
343 Oriel. L.M.
_Contentment.--Phil. 4:11._ (730)
O Lord, how full of sweet content Our years of pilgrimage are spent!
Where"er we dwell, we dwell with thee, In heaven, in earth, or on the sea.
2 To us remains nor place nor time; Our country is in every clime: We can be calm and free from care On any sh.o.r.e, since G.o.d is there.
3 While place we seek, or place we shun, The soul finds happiness in none; But with our G.o.d to guide our way, "Tis equal joy to go or stay.
4 Could we be cast where thou art not, That were indeed a dreadful lot; But regions none remote we call, Secure of finding G.o.d in all.