3 Feed me with the heav'nly manna
In this barren wilderness;
Be my sword, and shield, and banner;
Be the Lord my righteousness.
4 When I tread the verge of Jordan,
Bid my anxious fears subside;
Death of death, and hell's destruction,
Land me safe on Canaan's side.
Following the Example of Christ.
1 WHENE'ER the angry passions rise,
And tempt our thoughts or tongues to strife,
To Jesus let us lift our eyes,
Bright pattern of the Christian life.
2 O how benevolent and kind!
How mild, how ready to forgive!
Be this the temper of our mind,
And these the rules by which we live.
3 To do his heav'nly Father's will
Was his employment and delight;
Humility and holy zeal
Shone through his life divinely bright.
4 Dispensing good where'er he came,
The labours of his life were love;
Then, if we bear the Saviour's name,
By his example let us move.
5 But, ah! how blind, how weak we are!
How frail, how apt to turn aside!
Lord, we depend upon thy care;
We ask thy Spirit for our guide.
6 Thy fair example may we trace,
To teach us what we ought to be;
Make us, by thy transforming grace,
O Saviour, daily more like thee.
1 A CHARGE to keep I have,
A God to glorify;
A never dying soul to save,
And fit it for the sky:
2 From youth to hoary age,
My calling to fulfil :
O may it all my pow'rs engage
To do my Master's will.
3 Arm me with jealous care,
As in thy sight to live,
And Oh! thy servant, Lord, prepare
A strict account to give:
4 Help me to watch and pray,
And on thyself rely;
Assur'd if I my trust betray,
I shall for ever die.
"Forgetting those things which are behind," &c. Phil. iii. 13, 14.
1 AWAKE, my soul, stretch ev'ry nerve,
And press with vigour on,
A heav'nly race demands thy zeal,
And an immortal crown.
2 A cloud of witnesses around,
Hold thee in full survey;
Forget the steps already trod,
And onward urge thy way.
3 'Tis God's all-animating voice
That calls thee from on high; 'Tis his own hand presents the prize To thine uplifted eye.
4 Then wake, my soul, stretch ev'ry nerve,
And press with vigour on,
A heav'nly race demands thy zeal,
And an immortal crown.
But still in bondage I am held,
And find no comfort there.
5 O make this heart rejoice or ache;
Decide this doubt for ine;
And if it be not broken, break;
And heal it, if it be.
Desires after renewed holiness.
1 0 FOR a closer walk with God,
A calm and heav'nly frame !
A light to shine upon the road
That leads me to the Lamb!
2 Where is the blessedness I knew,
When first I saw the Lord?
Where is the soul-refreshing view
Of Jesus and his word?
3 What peaceful hours I then enjoy'd;
How sweet their mem❜ry still:
But now I feel an aching void
The world can never fill.
4 Return, O holy Dove, return,
Sweet messenger of rest;
I hate the sins that made thee mourn,
And drove thee from my breast.
5 The dearest idol I have known,
Whate'er that idol be,
Help me to tear it from thy throne,
And worship only thee.
6 So shall my walk be close with God;
Calm and serene my frame;
So purer light shall mark the road
That leads me to the Lamb.
1 "TIS my happiness below,
Not to live without the cross;
But the Saviour's pow'r to know,
Sanctifying ev'ry loss.
2 Trials must and will befall;
But with humble faith to see
Love inscrib'd upon them all;
This is happiness to me.
3 Did I meet no trials here,
No chastisement by the way,
Might I not with reason fear
I should be a cast-away?
4 Trials make the promise sweet;
Trials give new life to pray'r;
Bring me to my Saviour's feet,
Lay me low, and keep me there.
HYMN 184.
Habitual Devotion.
1 WHILE thee I seek, protecting Pow'r,
Be my vain wishes still'd:
And may this consecrated hour
With better hopes be fill'd.
2 Thy love the pow'r of thought bestow'd,
To thee my thoughts would soar:
Thy mercy o'er my life has flow'd,
That mercy I adore.
3 In each event of life, how clear
Thy ruling hand Í see!
Each blessing to my soul more dear,
Because conferr'd by thee.
4 In ev'ry joy that crowns my days,
In ev'ry pain I bear,
My heart shall find delight in praise,
Or seek relief in pray'r.
5 When gladness wings my favour'd hour,
Thy love my thoughts shall fill;
Resign'd, when storms of sorrow low'r,
My soul shall meet thy will.
6 My lifted eye, without a tear,
The gath'ring storm shall see;
My steadfast heart shall know no fear,
That heart will rest on thee.
HYMN 185.
Walking with God.
1 SINCE I've known a Saviour's name,
And sin's strong fetters broke,
Careful without care I am,
Nor feel my easy yoke:
Joyful now my faith to show,
I find his service my reward,
All the work I do below
Is light, for such a Lord.
2 To the desert or the cell,
Let others blindly fly,
In this evil world I dwell,
Nor fear its enmity;
Here I find an house of pray'r,
To which I inwardly retire;
Walking unconcern'd in care,
And unconsum'd in fire.
3 0 that all the world might know
Of living, Lord, to thee,
Find their heav'n begun below,
And here thy goodness see;
Walk in all the works prepar'd
By thee to exercise their grace,
Till they gain their full reward,
And see thee face to face.
HYMN 186.
Heaven seen by Faith.
1 AS, when the weary trav'ler gains
The height of some commanding hill,
His heart revives, if o'er the plains
He sees his home, though distant still;
2 So, when the Christian pilgrim views
By faith his mansion in the skies,
The sight his fainting strength renews,
And wings his speed to reach the prize.
3 The hope of heav'n his spirit cheers;
No more he grieves for sorrows past;
Nor any future conflict fears,
So he may safe arrive at last.
4 O Lord, on thee our hopes we stay,
To lead us on to thine abode;
Assur'd thy love will far o'erpay
The hardest labours of the road.
"I would not live alway." Job vii. 16.
1 I WOULD not live alway: I ask not to stay Where storm after storm rises dark o'er the way; The few lurid mornings that dawn on us here, Are enough for life's woes, full enough for its cheer 2 I would not live alway, thus fetter'd by sin, Temptation without, and corruption within: E'en the rapture of pardon is mingled with fears, And the cup of thanksgiving with penitent tears. 3 I would not live alway; no-welcome the tomb, Since Jesus hath lain there, I dread not its gloom
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