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6. Feed me with needful food :

I ask not wealth or fame. Give me an eye to see thy will,

A heart to bless thy name. 7. Still let my days be past

Without remorse or care; And growing holiness my soul For life's last hour prepare!

HYMN 216. C. M. 1. FATHER of mercies! God of love !

My Father and my God!
I'll sing the honours of thy name,

And spread thy praise abroad. 3. In ev'ry period of my life,

Thy thoughts of love appear: Thy mercies gild the transient scene,

And crown each passing year. 3. In all these mercies may my soul

A Father's bounty see;
Nor let the gifts thy grace bestows,

Estrange my heart from thee.
4. Teach me, in times of deep distress,

To own thy hand, O God! And in submissive silence hear

The lessons of thy rod. 5. Through ev'ry changing state of life,

Each bright, each clouded scene, Give me a meek and humble mind,

Still equal and serene. 6. Then may I close my eyes in death,

Free from all anxious fear: For death itself is life, my God! If thou art with me there.

HYMN 217. C. M. 1. Tthee, O God.! my pray’r ascends,

But not for golden stores; Nor covet I the brightest gems

On the rich eastern shores :

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2. Nor that deluding empty joy

Men call a mighty name,
Nor greatness with its pride and state,

My restless thoughts inflame :3. Nor pleasure's fascinating charms

My fond desires allure:
But nobler things than these, from thee,

My wishes would secure,
1. The faith and hope of joys to come

My best affections move;
Thy light, thy favour, and thy smiles,

Thine everlasting love.
5. These are the blessings I desire :

Lord, be these blessings mine!
And all the glories of the world
I cheerfully

resign.

HYMN 218. c. M.
1.
• M'God, my portion, and my love !

My everlasting all !
I've none but thee in heay'n above,

Or on this earthly ball,
2. In vain the bright meridian sun

Scatters his teeble light:
Thy brighter beams create my noon ;

If thou withdraw, 'tis night.
3. And while upon my restless bed,

Amongst the shades I roll ;
If God his light around me shed,

'Tis morning with my soul. 4. To thee I owe my wealth and friends,

And health, and safe abode.
Thanks to thy name for meaner things;

But they are not my God.
5. If I possess’d the spacious earth,

And call’d the stars my own : Without thy mercy and thy love,

I were a wretch undone. 6. Let others stretch their arms like seas,

And grasp in all the shore:

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Grant me to see thy blissful face,
And I desire no more !

HYMN 219. c. M.
1. GOD, my supporter and my hope,

My help for ever near!
Thine arm of mercy holds me up,

And saves me from despair.
2. Thy counsels, Lord ! shall guide my feet

Through this dark wilderness; Thy hand con

me near thy seat, To dwell before thy face. 3. What if the springs of life were broke,

And flesh and heart should faint ? God is my soul's eternal rock,

The strength of ev'ry saint. 4. Behold, the sinners, that remove

Far from thy presence, die : Not all the idol-gods they love

Can save them when they cry. 5. But to draw near to thee, my God!

Shall be my sweet employ, My tongue shall sound thy works abroad, And tell the world my joy.

HYMN 220. L. M. 1. GREAT God, induige my humble claim

Be thou my hope, my joy, my rest! The glories that compose thy name,

Stand all engag'd to make me blest. 2. Thou great and good, thou just and wise,

Thou art my Father and my God! And I am thine by sacred ties,

Thy child and servant, bought with blood. 3. With heart and eyes and lifted hands,

For thee I long, for thee I look,
As travellers in thirsty lands

Pant for the cooling water-brook. 4. Ev'n life itself, without thy love,

No lasting pleasure can afford:

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Yea, 'would a tiresome burden prove,

If I were banishd from thee, Lord. 5. I'll lift my hands, I'll raise my voice,

While I have breath to pray or praise. This work shall make my heart rejoice, Throughout the remnant of my days.

HYMN 221. L. M.
thou, to whose all-searching sight,

The darkness shineth as the light!
Search, prove my heart; it pants for thee:

O burst these bonds, and set it free. 2. Wash out its stains, refine its dross;

Nail my affections to the cross ;;
Hallow each thought; let all within

Be clean, as thou, my Lord, art clean. 3. If in this darksome wild I stray,

Be thou my light, be thout my way.
No foes, no violence I fear,

No fraud, while thou, my God, art near. 4. When rising floods my soul o'erflow,

When sinks my heart in waves of wo;
Saviour, thy timely aid impart,

And raise my head, and cheer my heart. 5. If rough and thorny be the way,

My strength proportion to my day;
Till toil, and grief, and pain shall cease,
Where all is calm and joy and peace.

HYMN 222. L. M.
1. BESET with snares on ev'ry hand,

In life's uncertain path I stand:
Father divine ! diffuse thy light,

To guide my doubtful footsteps right.
2. Engage this frail, this wav'ring heart,
Wisely to choose the better part;
To scorn the trifles of a day,

For joys that never fade away.
3. Then let the wildest storms arise ;

Let tempests mingle earth and skies :

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No fatal shipwreck shall I fear,

But all my treasures with me bear. 4. If thou, my Father! still be nigh,

Cheerful I live, and joyful die;
Secure, when mortal comforts flee,'
To find ten thousand worlds in thee.

HYMN 223. C. M. 1. My God, the visits of thy face

Afford superior joy
To all the flatt ring world can give,

Or mortal hopes employ.
2. But clouds and darkness intervene,

My brightest joys decline ;
And earth's trifles oft ensnare

This wantPring heart of mine. 3. Lord, guide this wand’ring heart to thee ;

Unsatisfied I stray; Break through the shades of sense and sin

With thy enliv’ning ray. 4.0 let thy beams resplendent shine,

And ev'ry cloud remove; Transform my pow'rs, and fit my soul

For happier scenes above. 5. Lord, raise my faith, my liope, my heart,

To those transporting joys; Then shall I scorn each little snare,

Which this vain world employs. 6. Then, though I sink in death's cold sleep:

To life I shall awake;
And, in the likeness of my God,
Of heav'nly bliss partake.

HYMN 224. L. M. 1. IN vain my roving thoughts would fiud

A portion worthy of the mind : On earth my soul can never rest,

For earth can never make me blest. 2. Can lasting happiness be found,

Where seasons roll their hasty round,

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