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5 Thy saints are comforted, I know,
And love thy house of prayer;
I therefore go where others go,
But find no comfort there.

6 O make this heart rejoice or ache;
Decide this doubt for me;
And if it be not broken, break,
And heal it, if it be,

221.

To WILL, IS PRESENT WITH ME.
Selma-St. Bride's-Ipswich.

1 I would, but cannot sing,
Guilt has untuned my voice,
The serpent's sin-envenomed sting
Has poisoned all my joys.

2 I know the Lord is nigh,

And would, but cannot pray;
For Satan meets me when I try,
And frights my soul away.

3 I would, but can't repent,
Though I endeavour oft;
This stony heart can ne'er relent,
Till Jesus makes it soft.

4 I would, but cannot love,

Though wooed by love divine; No arguments have power to move A soul so base as mine.

S.M.

4 But 'tis our God supports our frame—
The God in whom we trust;
Salvation to the Almighty name,
That reared us from the dust!

196.

THE GRAVE UNDER FOOT, HEAVEN
OVER HEAD.

Martyrdom-St. Ann's-Abbey.

1 Beneath our feet, and o'er our head,
Is equal warning given;
Beneath us lie the countless dead;
Above us is the heaven.

2 Death rides on every passing breeze,
He lurks in every flower;
Each season has its own disease,
Its peril every hour.

3 Our eyes have seen the rosy light
Of youth's soft cheek decay,
And fate descend in sudden night
On manhood's middle day.

C. M.

4 Our eyes have seen the steps of age
Halt feebly towards the tomb;
And yet shall earth our hearts engage,
And dreams of days to come?

5 Turn, mortal, turn; thy danger know: Where'er thy foot can tread,

The earth rings hollow from below,
And warns thee of her dead.

4 This heart a fountain of vile thoughts,
How does it overflow!

While self upon the surface floats,
Still bubbling from below.

5 Let others in the gaudy dress
Of fancied merit shine,

The Lord shall be my righteousness,
The Lord for ever mine.

223.

THE TEMPLE PURIFIED.

Communion-Moffat-Calvin.

1 Thy mansion in the Christian's heart, O Lord, thy dwelling-place secure! Bid the unruly throng depart,

And leave the consecrated door.

2 Devoted as it is to thee,

L.M.

A thievish swarm frequents the place; They steal away my joys from me, And rob my Saviour of his praise. 3 There, too, a sharp designing trade

Sin, Satan, and the World maintain; Nor cease to press me, and persuade To part with ease and purchase pain. 4 I know them, and I hate their din; Am weary of the bustling crowd; But while their voice is heard within, I cannot serve thee as I would.

5 Oh! for the joy thy presence gives, What peace shall reign when thou art there!

Thy presence makes this den of thieves A calm delightful house of prayer. 6 And if thou make thy temple shine, Yet, self-abased, will I adore; The gold and silver are not mine; I give thee what was thine before.

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St. Ann's-St. James'-Canterbury. 1 Long have I sat beneath the sound Of thy salvation, Lord,

But still how weak my faith is found,
And knowledge of thy Word.

2 Oft

frequent thy holy place,

And hear almost in vain;
How small a portion of thy grace
My memory can retain.

3 How cold and feeble is my love,
How negligent my fear;
How low my hope of joys above,
How few affections there.

C. M.

4 Great God, thy sovereign power impart,
To give thy Word success;
Write thy salvation in my heart,
And make me learn thy grace.

5 Show my forgetful feet the way
That leads to joys on high;

There knowledge grows without decay,
And love shall never die.

225.

WALKING WITH GOD.

C. M.

St. Stephen's-Harrington-Manchester.

10 for a closer walk with God,

A calm and heavenly frame;
A light to shine upon the road
That leads me to the Lamb.
2 Where is the blessedness I knew
When first I saw the Lord?
Where is the soul-refreshing view
Of Jesus and his Word?

3 What peaceful hours I once enjoyed!
How sweet their memory still!
But they have left an aching void,
The world can never fill.

4 Return, O holy Dove, return,
Sweet messenger of rest;

I hate the sins that made thee mourn,
And drove thee from my breast.

5 The dearest idol I have known,
Whate'er that idol be,

Help me to tear it from thy throne,
And worship only thee.

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