And, with the gift thy hand bestows, Relieve the sufferer's care. 6 The widow's heart shall sing for joy; The orphan's tear be dry; The sinner hear the call of love, And find a Saviour nigh. 359 1 Sin and Darkness deplored. Ps. li. 12. OH 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 3 What peaceful hours I once enjoyed; 4 Return, O holy Dove, return, Sweet messenger of rest; I hate the sins that made thee mourn, 5 The dearest idol I have known, Help me to tear it from thy throne, 6 So shall my walk be close with God Calm and serene my frame; So purer light shall mark the road 360 1 ONC The Believer in Darkness. NCE I thought my mountain strong, Then my Saviour was my song, Then my soul was filled with love: Little thought of Satan's power; Boden. C. M. Согорет. 7s. Now I feel my sins anew, 3 Saviour, shine and cheer my soul; 361 1 WHY Mourning over Declension. THY is my heart so far from thee, Why are my thoughts no more by day 2 Why should my foolish passions rove? As I have tasted in thy love, 3 When my forgetful soul renews 4 But ere one fleeting hour is past; 5 Trifles of nature, or of art, 6 Then I repent, and vex my soul. 7 Sin's promised joys are turned to pain, But my dear Lord returns again, 8 Seizing my soul with sweet surprise, Newton. C. M. Divine compassion in his eyes, 9 Wretch that I am, to wander thus, 10 Make haste, my days, to reach the goal, And bring my heart to rest On the dear centre of my soul, 362 "Will ye also go away?" John vi. 67. 1 WHE HEN any turn from Zion's way, Methinks I hear my Saviour say- 2 Ah, Lord, with such a heart as mine, I feel I must, I shall decline, 3 Yet thou alone hast power, I know, 4 No voice but thine can give me rest, No love but thine can make me bless'd, 5 What anguish has that question stirred— Yet, Lord, relying on thy word, I humbly answer-no. 363 1 OH Prayer for Divine Light. H reveal thy lovely face; As a thirsty land for showers; Watts. C. M. Newton, 78. Joyless is the day's return, Till thy mercy's beams I see; Till thou inward light impart, Glad my eyes and warm my heart. 3 Visit, then, this soul of mine, Pierce the gloom of sin and grief; Fill me, Radiancy divine; Scatter all my unbelief; More and more thyself display, 364 1 2 3 The Smile of the Saviour withdrawn. WHERE Whose smiles I once possessed? Till he return, I bow, By heaviest grief oppressed; Where can the mourner go And give him sweet relief? What balm can heal the wounded breast, Thou, Jesus, canst impart, By thy long wished return, And bid me cease to mourn Then shall this night of sorrow flee, And I rejoice, my Lord, in thee. 365 C. Wesley. H. M. Raffles. 8s. Hope in God. Ps. lxxvii. 7. I pant for the light of thy face, I sink at thy feet with my load; And lead me to Jesus for peace— Almighty to rescue thou art; Thy grace is my shield and my tower: Oh visit and gladden my heart; Let this be the day of thy power. 366 1 Supplication. Toplady. HEAR, gracious God, my humble moan, To thee I breathe my sighs; When will the mournful night be gone, 2 My God!-Oh could I make the claim- 3 By every name of power and love, 4 Yet, though my soul in darkness mourns, Here would I rest till light returns; 5 Speak, Lord, and bid celestial peace Oh smile, and bid my sorrows cease, 6 Then shall my drooping spirit rise, And bless the healing rays; And change these deep, complaining sighs, 367 1 JESUS, Prayer of the Penitent. ESUS, let thy pitying eye Would fain like Peter weep; And to me thy mercy shown; C. M. Mrs. Steele. 7.6. |