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5 How eager are my thoughts to roam

In quest of what they love;
But ah! when duty calls them home,

How heavily they move!
6 Oh cleanse me in a Saviour's blood,

Transform me by thy power, And make me thy belov’d abode,

And let me rove no more. 220.

THE CONTRITE HEART. C. M.

Glencairn-Farrant--Melrose. 1 The Lord will happiness divine

On contrite hearts bestow :
Then tell me, gracious God, is mine

A contrite heart or no?
2 I hear, but seem to hear in vain,

Insensible as steel;
If aught is felt, 'tis only pain

To find I cannot feel.
3 I sometimes think myself inclined

To love thee, if I could; But often feel another mind,

Averse to all that's good. 4 My best desires are faint and few,

I fain would strive for more; But when I cry, “My strength renew,”

Seem weaker than before.

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. 1 O 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.

5 I would, but cannot rest

In God's most holy will;
I know what he appoints is best,

Yet murmur at it still. 6 O could I but believe!

Then all would easy be;
I would, but cannot-Lord, relieve;

My help must come from thee! 7 Wilt thou not crown at length,

The work thou hast begun?
And with a will, afford me strength,

In all thy ways to run. 222.

THE CORRUPT FOUNTAIN. C.M.

Evan-St. David's--Solomon.
1 My God, how perfect are thy ways!

But mine polluted are;
Sin twines itself about my praise,

And slides into my prayer.
2 When I would speak what thou hast done

To save me from my sin,
I cannot make thy mercies known

But self-applause creeps in. 3 Divine desire, that holy flame

Thy grace creates in me;
A las ! impatience is its name,

When it returns to thee.

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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.

L.M. 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,

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.

3 I feel that I am weak,

And prone to every sin; But thou who giv'st to those who seek,

Wilt give me strength within. 4 I need not fear my foes ;

I need not yield to care;
I need not sink beneath my woes,

For thou wilt answer prayer. 5 In my Redeemer's name,

I give myself to thee; And, all unworthy as I am,

My God will welcome me. 228. DEJECTION.

S. M. Selma-St. Cuthbert -Cambridge Old. 1 I give myself to prayer,

Lord, give thyself to me,
And let the time of my request

Thy time of answer be.
2 My thoughts are like the reeds,

And tremble as they grow,
In the sad current of a life

That darkly runs and slow. 3 No song is in the air,

But one pervading fear;
Death's shadow dims my light, and Death

Himself is lurking near.

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