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'HYMN 193.

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Prayer for humility.
LORD, if thou thy grace impart,
Poor in spirit, meek in heart,
I shall, as my Master, be
Clothed with humility.
Simple, teachable, and mild,
Chang'd into a little child,
Pleas'd with all the Lord provides,
Wean'd from all the world besides.
Father, fix

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soul on thee;
Every evil let me flee;
Nothing want, beneath, above,
Happy in thy precious love.
O that all may seek and find
Every good in Jesus join'd!
Him let Israel still adore,
Trust him, praise him evermore.

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HYMN 194.

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Christian fortitude.
ARE we the soldiers of the cross,

The followers of the Lamb ?
And shall we fear to own his cause,

Or blush to speak his name?
Now we must fight, if we would reign;

Increase our courage, Lord;
We'll bear the toil, endure the pain,

Supported by thy word.
Thy saints in all this glorious war

Shall conquer, though they're slain;
They see the triumph from afar,

And shall with Jesus reign.

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When that illustrious day shall rise,

And all thine armies shine
In robes of victory through the skies,

The glory shall be thine.

HYMN 195.

Not ashamed of Christ. | JESUS! and shall it ever be,

A mortal man asham’d of thee
Asham'd of thee, whom angels praise,

Whose glories shine through endless days ! 2 Asham'd of Jesus! sooner far

Let evening blush to own a star;
He sheds the beams of light divine

O'er this benighted soul of mine.
3 Asham'd of Jesus ! that dear friend,

On whom my hopes of heaven depend !
No; when I blnsh, be this my shame,

That I no more revere his name, 4 Ashamid of Jesus ! yes, I may,

When I've no guilt to wash away,
No tears to wipe, no joys to crave,

No fears to quell, no soul to save. 5 Till then, nor is the boasting vain,

Till then I boast a Saviour slain;
And 0, may this my portion be,
That Saviour not asham'd of me!

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HYMN 196.

For singleness of heart.
LORD, make me faithful to thy call,
In heart still truly give up all,

Myself to thee resign:
When dangers threaten me around,
Invincible may I be found,

Never thy will decline.

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My feet with holy oil anoint,
The destin'd path thou dost appoint,

Gladly I then shall tread;
Bedew me with a genial shower,
Into my heart thine influence pour,

With living manna feed.
A single eye, a faithful heart,
My Father, to thy child impart,

In every trying hour;
Reasonings and anxious thoughts prevent
Still keep my eyes on thee intent,

Till sight my faith o'erpower.

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HYMN 197.

For resignation to the divine will.

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O LORD, my best desire fulfil,

And help me to resign
Life, health, and comfort to thy will,

And make thy pleasure mine.
Why should I shrink at thy command,

Whose love forbids my fears ?
Or tremble at the gracious hand

That wipes away my tears ?
No; rather let me freely yield

What most I prize to thee;
Who never hast a good withheld,

Or wilt withhold from me.

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Thy favour all my journey through

T'hou art engag'd to grant;
What else I want, or think I do,

'Tis better still to want.

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Wisdom and mercy guide my way,

Shall I resist them both;
A
poor

blind creature of a day,
And crush'd before the moth ?
But ah! my inward spirit cries,

Still bind me to thy sway ;
Else the next cloud that veils

my

skies Drives all these thoughts away.

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HYMN 198.
Submission to afflictive providences.
NAKED as from the earth we came,

And enter'd life at first,
We to the earth return again,

And mingle with our dust.
The dear delights we here enjoy,

And fondly call our own,
Are but short favours borrow'd now,

To be repaid anon.
'Tis God that lifts our comforts high,

Or sinks them in the grave;
He gives, and, blessed be his name,

He takes but what he gave.
Peace, all our angry passions, then,

Let each rebellious sigh
Be silent at his sovereign will,
And

every murmur die.
If smiling mercy crown our lives,

Its praises shall be spread;
And we'll adore the justice too

That strikes our comforts dead.

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HYMN 199.
Love to the creatures dangerous.
HOW vain are all things here below!

How false and yet how fair!
Each pleasure hath its poison too,
And

every sweet a snare.
The brightest things below the sky

Give but a flattering light;
We should suspect some danger nigh

Where we possess delight.
Our dearest joys, and nearest friends,

The partners of our blood,
How they divide our wavering minds,

And leave but half for God!
The fondness of a creature's love,

How strong it strikes the sense!
Thither the warm affections move,

Nor can we call them thence.
Dear Saviour, let thy beauties be

My soul's eternal food;
And
grace command

my heart

away From all created good.

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HYMN 200.

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Prayer for contentment.
FATHER, whate'er of earthly bliss

Thy sovereign will denies,
Accepted at thy throne of grace

Let this petition rise:
Give me a calm, a thankful heart,

From every murmur free;
The blessings of thy grace impart,

And let me liye to the

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