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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!
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;
Estrange my heart from thee.
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 :
2. Nor that deluding empty joy
Men call a mighty name,
My restless thoughts inflame :3. Nor pleasure's fascinating charms
My fond desires allure:
My wishes would secure,
My best affections move;
Thine everlasting love.
Lord, be these blessings mine!
HYMN 218. c. M.
My everlasting all !
Or on this earthly ball,
Scatters his teeble light:
If thou withdraw, 'tis night.
Amongst the shades I roll ;
'Tis morning with my soul. 4. To thee I owe my wealth and friends,
And health, and safe abode.
But they are not my God.
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:
Grant me to see thy blissful face,
HYMN 219. c. M.
My help for ever near!
And saves me from despair.
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,
Pant for the cooling water-brook. 4. Ev'n life itself, without thy love,
No lasting pleasure can afford:
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.
The darkness shineth as the light!
O burst these bonds, and set it free. 2. Wash out its stains, refine its dross;
Nail my affections to the cross ;;
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 fraud, while thou, my God, art near. 4. When rising floods my soul o'erflow,
When sinks my heart in waves of wo;
And raise my head, and cheer my heart. 5. If rough and thorny be the way,
My strength proportion to my day;
HYMN 222. L. M.
In life's uncertain path I stand:
To guide my doubtful footsteps right.
For joys that never fade away.
Let tempests mingle earth and skies :
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;
HYMN 223. C. M. 1. My God, the visits of thy face
Afford superior joy
Or mortal hopes employ.
My brightest joys decline ;
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;
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,