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May ev'ry painful stroke fulfil
The purposes of faithful love! 4. O may this weak, this fainting mind
A Father's hand adoring see;
HYMN 323. s. M.
My heart within me dies ;
To heav'n I lift mine eyes. 2. O lead me to the rock
That's high above my head ; And make the covert of thy wings,
My shelter and my shade. 3. Within thy presence, Lord!
For ever I'll abide:
The refuge where I hide. 4. Thou givest me the lot
Of those that fear thy name. If endless life be their reward, I chall possess the same.
HYMN 324. L. M. 1. COURAGE, my soul! while God is near,
What enemy hast thou to fear? How canst thou want a sure defence,
Whose refuge is omnipotence ?
My God can chase my fears away :
And all those dangers still defies. 3. Tho' billows after billows roll,
To overwhelm my sinking soul;
Upheld by God's almighty hand. 4. In life, his presence is my aid ;
In death, 'twill guide me thro' the shade ;
HYMN 325. s. M. 1. · IMPOSTURE shrinks from light,
eye: But christian truths the test invite,
They bid us search and try. 2. A meek inquiring mind,
Lord, help us to maintain :
And growing virtue gain. 3. With understanding bless'd,
Created to be free,
Subject to none but thee. 4. Lord, give the light we need
With soundest knowledge fill;
From prejudice our will. 5. The truth thou shalt impart,
May we with firmness own;
HYMN 326. L. M.
Thy christian dignity display:
No longer own their lawless sway. 2. Thy temper meek and humble be,
Content and pleas'd with ev'ry state;
And wild ambition to be great. 3. Confine thy roving appetites;
From this vain world withdraw thine eyes; Fix them on those divine delights,
Which angels taste above the skies.
4. With eager zeal pursue the prize ;
Each feeting hour of life improve: This course will speak thee truly wise, And raise thee to the world above.
HYMN 327. L. M. 1. Thou, whose scales the mountains weigh!
Whose will the raging seas obey! Thou, who canst boist’rous winds control!
Subdue the tumults of my soul. 2. May I with equal mind sustain
My lot of pleasure and of pain ;
Nor rise too high, nor sink too low.' 3. Do thou my passions, Lord, restrain,
And in my soul unrivall'd reign.
Centred in thee, my soul shall rest. 4.0 when shall my still wav'ring mind
This sweetest self-possession find!
HYMN 328. C. M.
A man of prudent heart,
To act an useful part.
In little angry souls;
And quench the kindling coals.
No furious passions rise;
Nor pride exalts their eyes.
Good works employ their day;
5. Such was the Saviour of mankind;
Such pleasures he pursu'd ;
HYMN 329. L. M.
The wild confusion and uproar;
And wrecks are dash'd upon the shore. 2. Not less confusion racks the mind,
By its own fierce ideas tost;
And in the whirl of passion lost. 3. O self-tormenting child of pride,
Anger, bred up in hate and strife
Mingle the cup of bitter life,
Clear as the summer's ev’ning lay,
Enjoys on earth celestial day! 5. No friendships broke their bosom's sting,
No jars their peaceful tent invade;
And, foes to none, of none afraid. 6. Spirit of grace, all meek and mild !
Inspire our hearts, our souls possess ;
HYMN 330. P, M. 1. IF solid happiness we prize,
Within our breasts this jewel lies ; And they are fools who roam. The world has little to bestow : From our own selves our joys must flow;
Our bliss begins at home. 2. We'll therefore relish with content Whate'er kind providence has sent,
Nor aim beyond our pow'r:
And if our store of wealth be small,
Nor waste the present hour.
And pleas'd with favours giv'n: This is the wise, the virtuous part; This is that incense of the heart,
Whose fragrance reaches heav'n. 4. Thus thro' life's changing scenes we'll go ; Its chequer'd paths of joy and wo
With cautious steps we'll tread; Quit its vain scenes without a tear, Without a trouble or a fear,
And mingle with the dead :
And cheer our dying breath ;
HYMN 331. C. M.
If e'er thy love divine
And wealth should e'er be inine: 2. May humble worth without a fear
Approach my open door;
Regardless, from the poor.
Above all selfish ends; Humanely warm to all mankind,
And cordial to my friends.
To thee my tribute raise;
And wake each morn with praise. 5. Thus through my life may I approve
The gratitude I owe;