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With reverent joy, with loving awe,
Give me to keep thy perfect law.

2 O let a ray from thy pure light

Pierce through the gathering shades of night! Touch my cold breast with heavenly fire, And holy, conquering faith inspire.

3 This deadly slumber when I feel Afresh upon my spirit steal,

Then, Lord, descend with quickening power, And wake me, that I sleep no more!

C. M.

383.

Doddridge.

The Voice of Divine Pardon.

1 My Father, let me hear thy voice
Pronounce the words of peace,
And all my warmest powers shall join
To celebrate the grace.

2 With gentle smile call me thy child,
And speak my sins forgiven;

The accents mild shall charm mine ear
All like the harps of heaven.

3 Cheerful, where'er thy hand shall lead,
The darkest path I'll tread;
Cheerful I'll quit these mortal shores,
And mingle with the dead.

4 When dreadful guilt is done away,
No other fears we know;

That hand which scatters pardons down
Shall crowns of life bestow.

L M.

384.

DODDRIDGE.

Communing with our Hearts.

1 RETURN, my roving heart, return,
And chase these shadowy forms no more,
Seek out some solitude to mourn,
And thy forsaken God implore.

2 Wisdom and pleasure dwell at home;
Retired and silent seek them there;
True conquest is ourselves t' o'ercome,
True strength to break temptation's snare.

And thou, my God, whose piercing eye.
Distinct surveys each deep recess,
In these abstracted hours draw nigh,
And with thy presence fill the place.

4 Through all the mazes of my heart,
My search let heavenly wisdom guide;
And still its radiant beams impart,
Till all be searched and purified.

5 Then, with the visits of thy love,
Vouchsafe my inmost soul to cheer;
Till every grace shall join to prove,
That God hath fixed his dwelling there.

L. M.

385.

HILLHOUSE.

The Song of the Forgiven is the sweetest in Heaven.

1 EARTH has a joy unknown in heaven, The new-born peace of sin forgiven! Tears of such pure and deep delight, Ye angels! never dimmed your sight.

2 Ye saw, of old, on chaos rise
The beauteous pillars of the skies:
Ye know where morn, exulting, springs,
And evening folds her drooping wings.
3 Bright heralds of the Eternal Will,
Abroad his errands ye fulfil;

Or, throned in floods of beamy day,
Symphonious in his presence play.

4 But I amid your choirs shall shine,
And all your knowledge will be mine:
Ye on your harps must lean to hear
A secret chord that mine will bear.

L. M.

386.

MORAVIAN.

The Soul seeking Rest and Pardon.

1 O THOU, in whom the weary find
Their sweet and permanent repose,
Physician of the sin-sick mind,
Relieve my wants, assuage my woes;
And let my soul on thee be cast,
Till life's fierce tyranny be passed.

2 Loosed from my God, and far removed,
Long have I wandered to and fro;
O'er earth in endless circles roved,
Nor found whereon to rest below:
Back to my God at last I fly;

For oh! estranged from thee, I die.
3 Selfish pursuits, and nature's maze,
The things of earth, for thee I leave:
Put forth thy hand, thy hand of grace;
Into the ark of love receive;
Take this poor, fluttering soul to rest,
And lodge it, Saviour, in thy breast.

4 Fill with inviolable peace,

'Stablish and keep my settled heart;
In thee may all my wanderings cease;
From thee no more may I depart;
Thy utmost goodness called to prove,
Loved with an everlasting love!

L. M.

387.

C. WESLEY.

The unspeakable Riches of Christ's Grace.

1 "COME, all ye souls by sin oppressed,
Ye restless wanderers after rest,
Ye poor and maimed and halt and blind,
In me a hearty welcome find."

Such is the Saviour's gracious call,
The invitation given to all:

My soul, no more refuse to embrace
The plenitude of Gospel grace ; —

A pardon written with his blood,
The favor and the peace of God;
The seeing eye, the feeling sense,
The mystic joys of penitence;-

4 The godly fear, the pleasing smart,
The meltings of a broken heart;
The tears that fall for sins forgiven,
The sighs that waft the soul to heaven;-

The guiltless shame, the sweet distress,
The unutterable tenderness;

The genuine, meek humility;

The wonder, "Why such love to me?"

The o'erwhelming power of saving grace, The sight that veils the seraph's face,

The speechless awe that dares not move,
And all the silent heaven of love.

S. M.

388.

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Obedience to God our Father.

1 My Father! I adore

That all commanding name;
O may it virtue's strength restore,
And raise devotion's flame!

2 I bow at thy commands,

And filial homage pay;

With heart and life, with tongue and hands. I'll cheerfully obey.

3 No more will I transgress,

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As I too oft have done;

But every sinful thought suppress,

Each sinful action shun.

Do thou the strength impart

This purpose to fulfil :

Lord, write thy laws upon my heart,

That I may do thy will.

8, 7, & 4s. M.

389.

"Whosoever will, let him come."

ANONYMOUS.

"COME!" the Saviour's voice is calling;
Now is the accepted hour:

Jesus ready stands to save you,
Full of pity, love, and power;
He is able,

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He is willing, doubt no more.

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