5 Thy saints are comforted, I know, 6 O make this heart rejoice or ache; 221. To WILL, IS PRESENT WITH ME. 1 I would, but cannot sing, 2 I know the Lord is nigh, And would, but cannot pray; 3 I would, but can't repent, 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— 196. THE GRAVE UNDER FOOT, HEAVEN Martyrdom-St. Ann's-Abbey. 1 Beneath our feet, and o'er our head, 2 Death rides on every passing breeze, 3 Our eyes have seen the rosy light C. M. 4 Our eyes have seen the steps of age 5 Turn, mortal, turn; thy danger know: Where'er thy foot can tread, The earth rings hollow from below, 4 This heart a fountain of vile thoughts, While self upon the surface floats, 5 Let others in the gaudy dress The Lord shall be my righteousness, 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. 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, 2 Oft frequent thy holy place, And hear almost in vain; 3 How cold and feeble is my love, C. M. 4 Great God, thy sovereign power impart, 5 Show my forgetful feet the way There knowledge grows without decay, 225. WALKING WITH GOD. C. M. St. Stephen's-Harrington-Manchester. 10 for a closer walk with God, A calm and heavenly frame; 3 What peaceful hours I once enjoyed! 4 Return, O holy Dove, return, I hate the sins that made thee mourn, 5 The dearest idol I have known, Help me to tear it from thy throne, |