Devout Exercises
422. C. M. H. M. Williams
1While thee I seek, protecting Power!
Be my vain wishes stilled;
And may this consecrated hour
With better hopes be filled.
2Thy love the power of thought bestowed;
To thee my thoughts would soar;
Thy mercy o’er my life has flowed—
That mercy I adore!
3In each event of life, how clear
Thy ruling hand I see!
Each blessing to my soul more dear,
Because conferred by thee.
4In every joy that crowns my days,
In every pain I bear,
My heart shall find delight in praise,
Or seek relief in prayer.
5When gladness wings my favored hour,
Thy love my thoughts shall fill;
Resigned, when storms of sorrow lower,
My soul shall meet thy will.
6My lifted eye, without a tear,
The gathering storm shall see;
My steadfast heart shall know no fear;—
That heart shall rest on thee!
423. L. M. Bowring
1When, wakened by thy voice of power,
The hour of morning beams in light,
My voice shall sing that morning hour,
And thee, who mad’st that hour so bright.
2The morning strengthens into noon;
Earth’s fairest beauties shine more fair;
And noon and morning shall attune
My grateful heart to praise and prayer.
3When ’neath the evening western gate
The sun’s retiring rays are hid,
My joy shall be to meditate,
E’en as the pious patriarch did.
4As twilight wears a darker hue,
And gathering night creation dims,
The twilight and the midnight, too,
Shall have their harmonies and hymns.
5So shall sweet thoughts, and thoughts sublime,
My constant inspirations be;
And every shifting scene of time
Reflect, my God, a light from thee.
424. C. M. Mrs. Brown
1I love to steal awhile away
From every cumbering care,
And spend the hours of setting day
In humble, grateful prayer.
2I love to think on mercies past,
And future good implore,
And all my cares and sorrows cast
On him whom I adore.
3I love by faith to take a view
Of brighter scenes in heaven;
The prospect doth my strength renew,
While here by tempests driven.
4Thus, when life’s toilsome day is o’er,
May its departing ray
Be calm as this impressive hour,
And lead to endless day.
425. S. M. C. Wesley
1O God, my strength, my hope,
On thee I cast my care,
With humble confidence look up,
And know thou hearest prayer.
2O, for a godly fear,
A quick-discerning eye,
That looks to thee when sin is near,
And sees the tempter fly!—
3A spirit still prepared,
And armed with jealous care,
Forever standing on its guard,
And watching unto prayer!
4Lord, let me still abide,
Nor from my hope remove,
Till thou my patient spirit guide
To better worlds above.
426. L. M. Moore
1Like morning, when her early breeze
Breaks up the surface of the seas,
That, in their furrows, dark with night,
Her hand may sow the seeds of light;
2Thy grace can send its breathings o’er
The spirit, dark and lost before;
And freshening all its depths, prepare
For truth divine to enter there!
3Till David touched his sacred lyre,
In silence lay the unbreathing wire;
But when he swept its chords along,
E’en angels stooped to hear the song.
4So sleeps the soul, till thou, O Lord,
Shall deign to touch its lifeless chord;
Till, waked by thee, its breath shall rise
In music worthy of the skies.
427. S. M. Cowper
1To keep the lamp alive,
With oil we fill the bowl;
’T is water makes the willow thrive,
And grace that feeds the soul.
2The Lord’s unsparing hand
Supplies the living stream;
It is not at our own command,
But still derived from him.
3Man’s wisdom is to seek
His strength in God alone;
And e’en an angel would be weak,
Who trusted in his own.
4Retreat beneath his wings,
And in his grace confide;
This more exalts the King of kings
Than all your works beside.
5In God is all our store,
Grace issues from his throne;
Whoever says, “I want no more,”
Confesses he has none.
428. 7s. M. 6l. Montgomery
1As the hart, with eager looks,
Panteth for the water-brooks,
So my soul, athirst for thee,
Pants the living God to see;
When, O when, with filial fear,
Lord, shall I to thee draw near?
2Why art thou cast down, my soul?
God, thy God, shall make thee whole:
Why art thou disquieted?
God shall lift thy fallen head,
And his countenance benign
Be the saving health of thine.
429. L. M. Henry Moore
Wisdom and Virtue sought from God.
1Supreme and universal Light!
Fountain of reason! Judge of right!
Parent of good! whose blessings flow
On all above, and all below:
2Assist us, Lord, to act, to be,
What nature and thy laws decree;
Worthy that intellectual flame,
Which from thy breathing spirit came!
3May our expanded souls disclaim
The narrow view, the selfish aim;
But with a Christian zeal embrace
Whate’er is friendly to our race.
4O Father, grace and virtue grant!
No more we wish, no more we want:
To know, to serve thee, and to love,
Is peace below,—is bliss above.
430. C. M. Merrick
1Author of good, to thee we turn:
Thine ever wakeful eye
Alone can all our wants discern,
Thy hand alone supply.
2O, let thy love within us dwell,
Thy fear our footsteps guide;
That love shall vainer loves expel,
That fear all fears beside.
3And, O, by error’s force subdued,
Since oft, with stubborn will,
We blindly shun the latent good,
And grasp the specious ill,—
4Not what we wish, but what we want,
Let mercy still supply:
The good we ask not; Father, grant;
The ill we ask, deny.
431. L. M. 6l. C. Wesley
1I want the spirit of power within,
Of love, and of a healthful mind;
Of power to conquer every sin,
Of love to God and all mankind;
Of health that pain and death defies,
Most vigorous when the body dies.
2O that the Comforter would come,
Nor visit as a transient guest,
But fix in me his constant home,
And keep possession of my breast;
And make my soul his loved abode,
The temple of indwelling God!
432. L. M. Cotton
1While some in folly’s pleasures roll,
And court the joys that hurt the soul,
Be mine that silent, calm repast,
A conscience peaceful to the last.
2With this companion in the shade,
My soul no more shall be dismayed;
But fearless meet life’s dreariest gloom,
And the pale monarch of the tomb.
3Amidst the various scenes of ills,
Each blow some kind design fulfils;
And can I murmur at my God,
While love supreme directs the rod?
4His hand will smooth my rugged way,
And lead me to the realms of day;
To milder skies, and brighter plains,
Where everlasting pleasure reigns.
433. L. M. Watts
Self-knowledge, and Abstraction from Earth.
1My God, permit me not to be
A stranger to myself and thee:
Amidst a thousand thoughts I rove,
Forgetful of my highest love.
2Why should my passions mix with earth,
And thus debase my heavenly birth?
Why should I cleave to things below,
And let my God, my Saviour go?
3Call me away from flesh and sense;
Thy sovereign word can draw me thence:
I would obey the voice divine,
And all inferior joys resign.
4Be earth, with all her scenes, withdrawn,
Let noise and vanity be gone:
In secret silence of the mind,
My heaven, and there my God, I find.
434. 7s. & 6s. M. Anonymous
1Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings,
Thy better portion trace;
Rise from transitory things,
Towards heaven, thy native place:
Sun, and moon, and stars decay,
Time shall soon this earth remove;
Rise, my soul, and haste away
To seats prepared above.
2Rivers to the ocean run,
Nor stay in all their course;
Fire ascending seeks the sun,—
Both speed them to their source:
So a soul that’s born of God
Pants to view his glorious face,
Upward tends to his abode,
To rest in his embrace.
435. L. P. M. Anonymous
1Come, O thou universal good!
Balm of the wounded conscience, come!
The hungry, dying spirit’s food;
The weary, wand’ring pilgrim’s home;
Haven to take the shipwrecked in,
My everlasting rest from sin!
2Come, O my comfort and delight!
My strength and health, and shield, and sun
My boast, my confidence, and might,
My joy, my glory, and my crown;
My gospel-hope, my calling’s prize,
My tree of life, my paradise.
436. C. M. Newton
”Unto you who believe he is precious.”
1How sweet the name of Jesus sounds
In a believer’s ear!
It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds,
And drives away his fear.
2It makes the wounded spirit whole,
It calms the troubled breast;
’T is manna to the hungry soul,
And, to the weary, rest.
3Weak is the effort of my heart,
And cold my warmest thought,
But when I see thee as thou art,
I’ll praise thee as I ought.
4Till then I would thy love proclaim,
With every fleeting breath;
And may the music of thy name
Refresh my soul in death.
437. 11s. M. Mrs. Hale
1Our Father in heaven, we hallow thy name!
May thy kingdom holy on earth be the same!
O give to us daily our portion of bread;
It is from thy bounty that all must be fed.
2Forgive our transgressions, and teach us to know
That humble compassion which pardons each foe:
Keep us from temptation, from weakness and sin,
And thine be the glory forever—Amen.
438. C. M. T. Whittemore
1Our Father, who in heaven art,
All hallowed be thy name:
Thy kingdom come, thy will be done,
On earth, in heaven the same.
2Give us this day our daily bread,
Our debts, O Lord, forgive,
As we forgive our enemies
And thus obedient live.
3Into temptation lead us not,
From evil keep us clean;
Thine is the kingdom, glory, power
Forevermore, Amen.
439. S. M. Montgomery
1Our heavenly Father, hear
The prayer we offer now:—
Thy name be hallowed far and near,
To thee all nations bow.
2Thy kingdom come; thy will
On earth be done in love,
As saints and seraphim fulfil
Thy perfect law above.
3Our daily bread supply,
While by thy word we live;
The guilt of our iniquity
Forgive, as we forgive.
4From dark temptation’s power
Our feeble hearts defend;
Deliver in the evil hour,
And guide us to the end.
5Thine, then, forever be
Glory and power divine;
The sceptre, throne, and majesty
Of heaven and earth are thine.
440. C. M. Anonymous
1O Thou, enthroned in worlds above,
Our Father and our Friend!
Lo, at the footstool of thy love,
Thy children humbly bend.
2All reverence to thy name be given;
Thy kingdom wide displayed;
And, as thy will is done in heaven,
Be it on earth obeyed.
3Our table may thy bounty spread,
From thine exhaustless store,
From day to day with daily bread,—
Nor would we ask for more.
4That pardon we to others give,
Do thou to us extend;
From all temptation, Lord, relieve;
From every ill defend.
5And now to thee belong, Most High,
The kingdom, glory, power,
Through the broad earth and spacious sky,
Both now and evermore.
441. 10s. M. Dr. Johnson
Seeking God.
1O Thou, whose power o’er moving worlds presides,
Whose voice created, and whose wisdom guides,
On darkling man in pure effulgence shine,
And cheer his clouded mind with light divine.
2’T is thine alone to calm the pious breast
With silent confidence and holy rest;
From thee, great God, we spring, to thee we tend;
Path, Motive, Guide, Original, and End.
442. S. M. Watts
1Behold, what wondrous grace
The Father has bestowed
On sinners of a mortal race,
To call them sons of God!
2Nor doth it yet appear
How great we must be made;
But when we see our Saviour here,
We shall be like our Head.
3A hope so much divine
May trials well endure;
May purify our souls from sin,
As Christ, the Lord, is pure.
4We would no longer lie
Like slaves beneath the throne;
Our faith shall Abba, Father, cry,
And thou the kindred own.
443. L. M. Mrs. Steele
1Ah wretched souls, who strive in vain,
Slaves to the world, and slaves to sin!
A nobler toil may I sustain,
A nobler satisfaction win.
2May I resolve, with all my heart,
With all my powers, to serve the Lord;
Nor from his precepts e’er depart,
Whose service is a rich reward.
3Be this the purpose of my soul,
My solemn, my determined choice,
To yield to his supreme control,
And in his kind commands rejoice.
4O may I never faint nor tire,
Nor, wandering, leave his sacred ways;
Great God! accept my soul’s desire,
And give me strength to live thy praise.
444. L. M. Browne
”Giving thanks to God in all things.”
1Great God! my joyful thanks to thee
Shall, like thy gifts, continual be:
In constant streams thy bounty flows,
Nor end nor intermission knows.
2Thy kindness all my comforts gives;
My numerous wants thy hand relieves;
Nor can I ever, Lord, be poor,
Who live on thy exhaustless store.
3If what I wish thy will denies,
It is that thou art good and wise;
Afflictions, which may make me mourn,
Thou canst, thou dost, to blessings turn.
4Deep, Lord, upon my thankful breast,
Let all thy favors be imprest;
And though withdrawn thy gifts should be
In all things I’ll give thanks to thee.
445. C. M. Doddridge
1How rich thy favors, God of grace!
How various, how divine!
Full as the ocean they are poured,
And bright as heaven they shine.
2He to eternal glory calls,
And leads the wondrous way
To his own palace where he reigns
In uncreated day.
3Jesus, the herald of his love,
Displays the radiant prize,
A crown of never-ending bliss,
To our admiring eyes.
4The songs of everlasting years
That mercy shall attend,
Which leads, through sufferings of an hour,
To joys that never end.
446. C. M. H. H. Milman
1O Help us, Lord! each hour of need
Thy heavenly succor give;
Help us in thought, and word, and deed,
Each hour on earth we live.
2O help us, when our spirits bleed,
With contrite anguish sore,
And when our hearts are cold and dead,
O help us, Lord, the more.
3O help us through the prayer of faith
More firmly to believe;
For still the more the servant hath,
The more shall he receive.
4O help us, Father! from on high;
We know no help but thee;
O! help us so to live and die,
As thine in heaven to be.
447. C. H. M. Anonymous
1Come, let us pray: ’tis sweet to feel
That God himself is near;
That, while we at his footstool kneel,
His mercy deigns to hear:
Though sorrows cloud life’s dreary way,
This is our solace—let us pray.
2Come, let us pray: the burning brow,
The heart oppressed with care,
And all the woes that throng us now,
Will be relieved by prayer:
Our God will chase our griefs away;
O, glorious thought!—come, let us pray.
3Come, let us pray: the mercy-seat
Invites the fervent prayer.
Our Heavenly Father waits to greet
The contrite spirit there:
O, loiter not, nor longer stay
From him who loves us; let us pray.
448. L. M. Sir Walter Scott
Imploring the constant Presence of God.
1When Israel of the Lord beloved,
Out from the land of bondage came,
Her father’s God before her moved,
An awful guide in smoke and flame.
2By day, along th’ astonished lands,
The cloudy pillar glided slow;
By night, Arabia’s crimsoned sands
Returned the fiery column’s glow.
3Thus, present still, though now unseen,
When brightly shines the prosperous day,
Be thoughts of thee a cloudy screen,
To temper the deceitful ray!
4And O, when gathers on our path,
In shade and storm, the frequent night,
Be thou, long-suffering, slow to wrath,
A burning and a shining light!
449. C. M. C. Wesley
1I want a principle within
Of jealous, godly fear;
A sensibility of sin,
A pain to find it near.
2I want the first approach to feel
Of pride, or fond desire;
To catch the wandering of my will,
And quench the kindling fire.
3From thee that I no more may part,
No more thy goodness grieve,
The filial awe, the fleshly heart,
The tender conscience give.
4Quick as the apple of the eye,
O God, my conscience make!
Awake my soul when sin is nigh,
And keep it still awake.
450. C. M. Smart
1Father of light! conduct my feet
Through life’s dark, dangerous road;
Let each advancing step still bring
Me nearer to my God.
2Let heaven-eyed prudence be my guide;
And, when I go astray,
Recall my feet from folly’s path
To wisdom’s better way.
3Teach me in every various scene
To keep my end in sight;
And while I tread life’s mazy track,
Let wisdom guide me right.
4That heavenly wisdom from above
Abundantly impart;
And let it guard, and guide, and warm,
And penetrate my heart:
5Till it shall lead me to thyself,
Fountain of bliss and love!
And all my darkness be dispersed
In endless light above.
451. C. M. Moore
1The bird let loose in Eastern skies,
Returning fondly home,
Ne’er stoops to earth her wing, nor flies
Where idle warblers roam.
2But high she shoots through air and light—
Above all low delay,
Where nothing earthly bounds her flight,
Nor shadow dims her way.
3So grant me, God, from every snare
Of sinful passion free,
Aloft through faith’s serener air
To hold my course to thee.
4No sin to cloud, no lure to stay
My soul, as home she springs;
Thy sunshine on her joyful way,
Thy freedom on her wings.
452. L. M. Stowell
1From every stormy wind that blows,
From every swelling tide of woes,
There is a calm, a sure retreat;
’Tis found before the mercy-seat.
2There is a place were Jesus sheds
The oil of gladness on our heads,—
A place of all on earth most sweet;
It is the heavenly mercy-seat.
3There is a scene where spirits blend,
Where friend holds fellowship with friend;
Though sundered far, by faith they meet
Around one common mercy-seat.
4There, there, on eagle wings we soar,
And sin and sense molest no more;
And heaven comes down our souls to greet,
And glory crowns the mercy-seat.
453. C. M. Steele
1When fainting in the sultry waste,
And parched with thirst extreme,
The weary pilgrim longs to taste
The cool, refreshing stream.
2So longs the weary, fainting mind,
Oppressed with sins and woes,
Some soul-reviving spring to find,
Whence heavenly comfort flows.
3O, may I thirst for thee, my God,
With ardent, strong desire;
And still, through all this desert road,
To taste thy grace aspire.
4Then shall my prayer to thee ascend,
A grateful sacrifice;
My mourning voice thou wilt attend,
And grant me full supplies.
454. 7s. M. Newton
1’T is a point I long to know,—
Oft it causes anxious thought,—
Do I love the Lord, or no?
Am I his, or am I not?
2If I love, why am I thus?
Why this dull and lifeless frame?
Hardly, sure, can they be worse,
Who have never heard his name.
3If I pray, or hear, or read,
Sin is mixed with all I do;
You that love the Lord indeed,
Tell me, is it thus with you?
4Yet I mourn my stubborn will,
Find my sin a grief and thrall;
Should I grieve for what I feel,
If I did not love at all?
5Father, let me love thee more,
If I love at all, I pray;
If I have not loved before,
Help me to begin to-day.
455. L. M. Doddridge
1Beset with snares on every hand,
In life’s uncertain path I stand:
Father divine! diffuse thy light,
To guide my doubtful footsteps right.
2Engage this roving, treacherous heart,
Wisely to choose the better part;
To scorn the trifles of a day,
For joys that none can take away.
3Then let the wildest storms arise,
Let tempests mingle earth with skies,
No fatal shipwreck shall I fear,
But all my treasures with me bear.
4If thou, my Saviour, still be nigh,
Cheerful I live, and joyful die;
Secure, when mortal comforts flee,
To find ten thousand worlds in thee.
456. C. M. Watts
1God is a spirit just and wise,
He sees our inmost mind;
In vain to heaven we raise our cries,
And leave our souls behind.
2Nothing but truth before his throne
With honor can appear;
The painted hypocrites are known
Through the disguise they wear.
3Their lifted eyes salute the skies,
Their bending knees the ground;
But God abhors the sacrifice
Where not the heart is found.
4Lord, search my thoughts, and try my ways,
And make my soul sincere;
Then shall I stand before thy face,
And find acceptance there.
457. C. P. M. Wesley’s Coll
1Be it my only wisdom here,
To serve the Lord with filial fear,
With loving gratitude;
Superior sense may I display,
By shunning every evil way,
And walking in the good.
2O may I still from sin depart!
A wise and understanding heart,
Father, to me be given!
And let me through thy Spirit know
To glorify my God below,
And find my way to heaven.
458. L. M. 6l. Merrick
For the Understanding and Influence of God’s Word.
1While here as wandering sheep we stray,
Teach us, O teach us, Lord, thy way!
Dispose our hearts, with willing awe,
To love thy word, to keep thy law;
That, by thy guiding precepts led,
Our feet the paths of truth may tread.
2Great Source of light to all below!
Teach us thy holy will to know:
Teach us to read thy word aright,
And make it our supreme delight;
That, purged from vain desires, our mind
In thee its only good may find.
3Maker, instructer, judge of all,
O hear us when on thee we call!
To us, all-bounteous Lord, dispense
Thy grace, and guiding influence!
Preserve us in thy holy ways,
And teach our hearts to speak thy praise!
459. C. M. Montgomery
1Almighty God! in humble prayer
To thee our souls we lift;
Do thou our waiting minds prepare
For thy most needful gift.
2We ask not golden streams of wealth
Along our path to flow;
We ask not undecaying health,
Nor length of years below.
3We ask not honors, which an hour
May bring and take away;
We ask not pleasure, pomp, and power,
Lest we should go astray.
4We ask for wisdom;—Lord, impart
The knowledge how to live;
A wise and understanding heart
To all before thee give.
5The young remember thee in youth,
Before the evil days!
The old be guided by thy truth
In wisdom’s pleasant ways!
460. C. M. Cowper
1O, for a closer walk with God!
A calm and heavenly frame!
A light to shine upon the road
That leads me to the Lamb!
2What peaceful hours I once enjoyed!
How sweet their memory still!
But now I find an aching void
The world can never fill.
3Return, O holy Dove, return,
Sweet messenger of rest;
I hate the sins that made thee mourn,
And drove thee from my breast.
4The dearest idol I have known,
Whate’er that idol be,
Help me to tear it from thy throne,
And worship only thee.
461. C. M. Doddridge
1Searcher of hearts! before thy face
I all my soul display;
And, conscious of its innate arts,
Entreat thy strict survey.
2If, lurking in its inmost folds,
I any sin conceal,
O, let a ray of light divine
The secret guile reveal.
3If tinctured with that odious gall
Unknowing I remain,
Let grace, like a pure silver stream,
Wash out the hateful stain.
4If, in these fatal fetters bound,
A wretched slave I lie,
Smite off my chains, and wake my soul
To light and liberty.
5To humble penitence and prayer
Be gentle pity given;
Speak ample pardon to my heart,
And seal its claim to heaven.
462. S. M. Grünbeck
1Lord! bring me to resign
My doubting heart to thee;
And, whether cheerful or distressed,
Thine, thine alone to be.
2My only aim be this,—
Thy purpose to fulfil,
In thee rejoice with all my strength,
And do thy holy will.
3Lord! thy all-seeing eye
Keeps watch with sleepless care:
Thy great compassion never fails;
Thou hear’st my needy prayer.
4So will I firmly trust,
That thou wilt guide me still,
And guard me safe throughout the way
That leads to Zion’s hill.
463. C. M. Cowper
1Far from the world, O Lord! I flee,
From strife and tumult far;
From scenes, where sin is waging still
Its most successful war.
2The calm retreat, the silent shade,
With prayer and praise agree;
And seem, by thy sweet bounty, made
For those who follow thee.
3There, if thy spirit touch the soul,
And grace her mean abode;
O with what peace, and joy, and love,
She communes with her God.
4There, like the nightingale, she pours
Her solitary lays;
Nor asks a witness of her song,
Nor thirsts for human praise.
5Author and Guardian of my life,
Sweet Source of light divine,
And all harmonious names in one,
My Father—thou art mine!
464. C. M. J. J. Gurney
1Let deepest silence all around
Its peaceful shelter spread;
So shall the living word abound,
The word that wakes the dead.
2How sweet to wait upon the Lord
In stillness and in prayer!
What though no preacher speak the word
A minister is there:
3He knows to bend the heart of steel,
He bows the loftiest soul;
O’er all we think and all we feel,
How matchless his control!
4And, O, how precious is his love
In tender mercy given;
It whispers of the blest above,
And stays the soul on heaven.
5From mind to mind, in streams of joy,
The holy influence spreads;
’T is peace, ’tis praise without alloy,
For God that influence sheds.
6To thee, O God, we still will pray,
And praise thee as before;
For this thy glorious gospel-day,
Teach us to praise thee more.
465. L. M. 6l. Bowring
1If listening, as I listen still,
O God! to thine instructive word,
In spite of all my spirit’s will,
Some whispering voice of doubt is heard,—
That voice spontaneous from the soul,
Which nought can check and nought control;
2If when most earnestly I pray
For light, for aid, for strength from thee,
Some struggling thoughts will force their way,
And break my soul’s serenity;—
If reason, thy best gift, will hold
The sceptre only half controlled:—
3Help and forgive! heaven’s alphabet
Hath many a word of mystery;
I read not all thy record yet,
Though perseveringly I try;
But teach me, Lord! and none shall be
More prompt, more pleased to learn of thee.
466. S. M. Herbert
Doing all to the Glory of God.
1Teach me, my God and King,
In all things thee to see;
And what I do in anything,
To do it as for thee!
2To scorn the senses’ sway,
While still to thee I tend;
In all I do be thou the way,—
In all be thou the end.
3All may of thee partake:
Nothing so small can be,
But draws, when acted for thy sake,
Greatness and worth from thee.
4If done beneath thy laws,
Even servile labors shine;
Hallowed is toil, if this the cause,
The meanest work divine.
467. 8s. 7s. & 4s. M. Oliver
God the Pilgrim’s Guide and Strength.
1Guide me, O thou great Jehovah,
Pilgrim through this mortal land:
I am weak, but thou art mighty;
Hold me with thy powerful hand:
Bread of heaven,
Feed me till I want no more.
2Open now the crystal fountain,
Whence the healing streams do flow;
Let the fiery, cloudy pillar
Lead me all my journey through:
Strong Deliverer,
Be thou still my strength and shield.
3When I tread the verge of Jordan,
Bid my anxious fears subside;
Bear me through the swelling current;
Land me safe on Canaan’s side:
Songs of praises
I will ever give to thee.
468. C. M. Wreford
1Lord! I believe; thy power I own,
Thy word I would obey;
I wander comfortless, and lone,
When from thy truth I stray.
2Lord! I believe; but gloomy fears
Sometimes bedim my sight;
I look to thee with prayers and tears,
And cry for strength and light.
3Lord! I believe; but oft, I know,
My faith is cold and weak;
Strengthen my weakness, and bestow
The confidence I seek!
4Yes, I believe; and only thou
Canst give my soul relief;
Lord! to thy truth my spirit bow,
Help thou my unbelief!
469. S. M. Watts
1When overwhelmed with grief,
My heart within me dies;
Helpless and far from all relief,
To heaven I lift mine eyes.
2O lead me to the rock
That’s high above my head;
And make the covert of thy wings
My shelter and my shade.
3Within thy presence, Lord,
I ever would abide;
Thou art the tower of my defence,
The refuge where I hide.
470. C. M. Montgomery
1Father of all our mercies, thou
In whom we move and live,
Hear us in heaven, thy dwelling, now,
And answer, and forgive.
2When, harassed by ten thousand foes,
Our helplessness we feel,
O, give the weary soul repose,
The wounded spirit heal.
3When dire temptations gather round
And threaten or allure,
By storm or calm, in thee be found
A refuge strong and sure.
4When age advances, may we grow
In faith, in hope, and love,
And walk in holiness below
To holiness above.
5When earthly joys and cares depart,
Desire and envy cease,
Be thou the portion of our heart,—
In thee may we have peace.
471. L. M. Roscoe
1When human hopes and joys depart,
I give thee, Lord, a contrite heart;
And on my weary spirit steal
The thoughts that pass all earthly weal.
2I cast above my tearful eyes,
And muse upon the starry skies;
And think that He who governs there
Still keeps me in his guardian care.
3I gaze upon the opening flower,
Just moistened with the evening shower;
And bless the love which made it bloom,
To chase away my transient gloom.
4I think, whene’er this mortal frame
Returns again to whence it came,
My soul shall wing its happy flight
To regions of eternal light.
472. C. M. Wesleyan
1O, for a heart to praise my God,
A heart from sin set free;
A heart that always feels how good,
Thou, Lord, hast been to me.
2O for a humble, contrite heart,
Believing, true, and clean,
Which neither life nor death can part
From him who dwells within;—
3A heart in every thought renewed,
And full of love divine,
Perfect, and right, and pure and good,
Conformed, O Lord, to thine.
4Thy temper, gracious Lord, impart;
Come quickly from above;
O, write thy name upon my heart,
Thy name, O God, is Love.
473. L. M. Bowring
1Father and friend, thy light, thy love
Beaming through all thy works we see;
Thy glory gilds the heavens above,
And all the earth is full of thee.
2Thy voice we hear, thy presence feel,
Whilst thou, too pure for mortal sight,
Involved in clouds, invisible,
Reignest the Lord of life and light.
3We know not in what hallowed part
Of the wide heavens thy throne may be;
But this we know,—that where thou art,
Strength, wisdom, goodness, dwell with thee.
4Thy children shall not faint nor fear,
Sustained by this delightful thought,—
Since thou, their God, art everywhere,
They cannot be where thou art not.
474. S. M. Episcopal Coll
1O, cease, my wandering soul,
On restless wing to roam;
All this wide world, to either pole,
Has not for thee a home.
2Behold the ark of God;
Behold the open door;
O, haste to gain that dear abode,
And rove, my soul, no more.
3There, safe thou shalt abide,
There, sweet shall be thy rest,
And every longing satisfied,
With full salvation blest.
475. C. M. Watts
”O that my ways were directed to keep thy statutes.”
1O that the Lord would guide my ways
To keep his statutes still!
O that my God would grant me grace
To know and do his will!
2O send thy Spirit down to write
Thy law upon my heart!
Nor let my tongue indulge deceit,
Nor act the liar’s part.
3Order my footsteps by thy word,
And make my heart sincere;
Let sin have no dominion, Lord,
But keep my conscience clear.
4Make me to walk in thy commands,—
’Tis a delightful road;
Nor let my head, or heart, or hands,
Offend against my God.
476. C. M. T. Humphries
1O thou, from whom all goodness flows,
I lift my soul to thee;
In all my sorrows, conflicts, woes,
Good Lord, remember me.
2When on my aching, burdened heart
My sins lie heavily,
Thy pardon grant, new peace impart:
Good Lord, remember me.
3When trials sore obstruct my way,
And ills I cannot flee,
O let my strength be as my day:
Good Lord, remember me.
4And when before thy throne I stand,
And lift my soul to thee,
Then, with the saints at thy right hand,
Good Lord, remember me!
477. L. M. Merrick
1Teach me, O teach me, Lord! thy way;
So, to my life’s remotest day,
By thy unerring precepts led,
My willing feet its paths shall tread.
2Informed by thee, with sacred awe,
My heart shall meditate thy law;
And with celestial wisdom filled,
To thee its full obedience yield.
3Give me to know thy will aright,—
Thy will, my glory and delight.—
That, raised above the world, my mind
In thee its highest good may find.
4O turn from vanity mine eye;
To me thy quickening strength supply;
And with thy promised mercy cheer
A heart devoted to thy fear.
478. 7s. M. C. Wesley
1Happy soul, that safe from harm
Rests within his Shepherd’s arm!
Who his quiet shall molest?
Who shall violate his rest?
2Seek, O Lord, thy wandering sheep;
Bring me back, and lead, and keep;
Take on thee my every care;
Bear me, on thy bosom bear.
3Let me know thy gracious voice;
More and more in thee rejoice;
More and more of thee receive;
Ever in thy spirit live:—
4Live, till all thy love I know,
Perfect in my Lord below;
Gladly then from earth remove,
Gathered to the fold above.
479. C. M. C. Wesley
1Lord! we believe a rest remains
To all thy people known;
A rest where pure enjoyment reigns;—
For thou art served alone:—
2A rest where all our souls desire
Is fixed on things above;
Where fear, and sin, and grief expire,
Cast out by perfect love.
3O that we now that rest might know,
Believe and enter in!
Thou Holiest! now the power bestow,
And let us cease from sin.
4Remove this hardness from our heart,
This unbelief remove:
The rest of perfect faith impart,
The sabbath of thy love.
480. L. M. Anonymous
Angels from Heaven Strengthening Him.
1Lord! in thy garden agony,
No light seemed on thy soul to break,
No form of seraph lingered nigh,
Nor yet the voice of comfort spake;
2Till, by thine own triumphant word,
The victory over, ill was won;
Till the sweet, mournful cry was heard,
“Thy will, O God, not mine, be done!”
3Lord, bring these precious moments back,
When, fainting, against sin we strain;
Or in thy counsels fail to track
Aught but the present grief and pain.
4In weakness, help us to contend;
In darkness, yield to God our will;
And true hearts, faithful to the end,
Cheer by thine holy angels still!
481. C. M. Steele
1And can my heart aspire so high,
To say, “My Father,” God?
Lord, at thy feet, I fain would lie,
And learn to kiss the rod.
2I would submit to all thy will,
For thou art good and wise;
Let each rebellious thought be still,
Nor one faint murmur rise.
3Thy love can cheer the darkest gloom,
And bid me wait serene,
Till hopes and joys immortal bloom,
And brighten all the scene.
4”My Father, God,” permit my heart
To plead her humble claim,
And ask the bliss those words impart,
In my Redeemer’s name.
482. C. M. Pope
1Father of all! in every age,
In every clime, adored,
By saint, by savage, and by sage,
Jehovah, Jove, or Lord!—
2Save me alike from foolish pride,
Or impious discontent
At aught thy wisdom has denied,
Or aught thy goodness lent.
3This day be bread and peace my lot:
All else beneath the sun
Thou knowest if best bestowed or not
And let thy will be done.
4Yet not to earth’s contracted span
Thy goodness let me bound,
Or think thee Lord alone of man,
When thousand worlds are round.
5To thee whose temple is all space,
Whose altar, earth, sea, skies,
One chorus let all beings raise,
All nature’s incense rise.
483. C. M. Pope
1Father of all, whose cares extend
To earth’s remotest shore,
Through every age let praise ascend,
And every clime adore.
2Mean though I am, not wholly so,
Since quickened by thy breath;
Lord, lead me wheresoe’er I go,
Through this day’s life or death.
3Teach me to feel another’s woe,
To hide the fault I see;
That mercy I to others show,
That mercy show to me.
4If I am right, thy grace impart
Still in the right to stay;
If I am wrong, O teach my heart
To find that better way.
5What conscience dictates to be done,
Or warns me not to do,
This teach me more than hell to shun,
That more than heaven pursue.
484. 7s. M. Methodist Coll
1Light of Life, Seraphic Fire,
Love Divine, thyself impart;
Every fainting soul inspire;
Shine in every drooping heart!
Every mournful sinner cheer;
Scatter all our guilty gloom;
Love of God, appear, appear!
To thy human temples come.
2Come, in this accepted hour;
Bring thy heavenly kingdom in!
Fill us with thy glorious power,
Rooting out the seeds of sin:
Nothing more can we require,
We will covet nothing less;
Be thou all our heart’s desire,
Be our heaven—in holiness.
485. C. M. Percy Chapel Coll
1Father, I know thy ways are just,
Although to me unknown;
O, grant me grace thy love to trust,
And cry, “Thy will be done.”
2If thou shouldst hedge with thorns my path;
Should wealth and friends be gone;
Still with a firm and lively faith,
I’ll cry, “Thy will be done.”
3Although thy steps I cannot trace,
Thy sovereign right I’ll own;
And, as instructed by thy grace;
I’ll cry, “Thy will be done.”
4’Tis sweet thus passively to lie
Before thy gracious throne,
Concerning everything to cry,
“My Father’s will be done.”
486. C. M. Doddridge
1My God! the covenant of thy love
Abides forever sure;
And in thy matchless grace I feel
My happiness secure.
2What though my house be not with thee
As nature could desire?
To nobler joys than nature gives
Thy servants all aspire.
3Since thou, the everlasting God,
My Father art become;
Jesus my Guardian and my Friend,
And heaven my final home:
4I welcome all thy sovereign will,
For all that will is love;
And when I know not what thou dost,
I wait the light above.
5Thy covenant the last accent claims
Of this poor faltering tongue;
And that shall the first notes employ
Of my celestial song.
487. L. M. Henry Moore
Prayer for Religious Principle.
1Amidst a world of hopes and fears,
A wild of cares, and toils, and tears,
Where foes alarm and dangers threat,
And pleasures kill, and glories cheat:
2Shed down, O Lord! a heavenly ray,
To guide me in the doubtful way;
And o’er me hold thy shield of power,
To guard me in the dangerous hour.
3Teach me the flattering paths to shun,
In which the thoughtless many run,
Who for a shade the substance miss,
And grasp their ruin in their bliss.
4May never pleasure, wealth or pride,
Allure my wandering soul aside;
But through this maze of mortal ill,
Safe lead me to thy heavenly hill.
488. L. M. Christian Psalmist
1Be with me, Lord, where’er I go;
Teach me what thou wouldst have me do;
Show me my weakness,—let me see
I have my power, my all from thee.
2Enrich me always with thy love;
My kind protection ever prove;
Thy signet put upon my breast,
And let thy spirit on me rest.
3Assist and teach me how to pray;
Incline my nature to obey;
What thou abhorr’st that let me flee,
And only love what pleases thee.
4O may I never do my will,
But thine, and only thine, fulfil;
Let all my time and all my ways
Be spent and ended to thy praise.
489. C. M. Anonymous
Prayer for the Christian Temper.
1Almighty Maker! Lord of all!
Of life the only spring!
Creator of unnumbered worlds!
Supreme, Eternal King!
2Drive from the confines of my heart
Impenitence and pride;
Nor let me, in forbidden paths,
With thoughtless sinners glide.
3Let not despair nor fell revenge
Be to my bosom known:
Oh! give me tears for others’ woes,
And patience for my own.
4Feed me with necessary food;
I ask not wealth or fame;
Give me an eye to see thy will,
A heart to bless thy name.
5May still my days serenely pass,
Without remorse or care;
And growing holiness my soul
For life’s last hour prepare.
490. S. M. Methodist Coll
1The thing my God doth hate
That I no more may do,
Thy creature, Lord, again create,
And all my soul renew;
Abhor the thing unclean,
And, sanctified by love divine,
Forever cease from sin.
2That blessed law of thine,
Father, to me impart;
The Spirit’s law of life divine,
O write it in my heart!
Implant it deep within,
Whence it may ne’er remove,
The law of liberty from sin,
The perfect law of love.
3Thy nature be my law,
Thy spotless sanctity,
And sweetly every moment draw
My happy soul to thee.
Soul of my soul remain!
Who didst for all fulfil,
In me, O Lord, fulfil again
My heavenly Father’s will.
491. C. M. Wesley’s Coll
1Father of me and all mankind,
And all the hosts above,
Let every understanding mind
Unite to praise thy love.
2Thy kingdom come, with power and grace
To every heart of man;
Thy peace, and joy, and righteousness,
In all our bosoms reign.
3The righteousness that never ends,
But makes an end of sin;
The joy that human thought transcends,
Into our souls bring in.
4The kingdom of established peace,
Which can no more remove;
The perfect powers of godliness,
Th’ omnipotence of love.
492. S. M. Watts
1My God, permit my tongue
This joy, to call thee mine;
And let my early cries prevail
To taste thy love divine.
2My thirsty, fainting soul
Thy mercy does implore;
Not travellers in desert lands
Can pant for water more.
3For life, without thy love,
No relish can afford;
No joy can be compared to this,
To serve and please the Lord.
4Since thou hast been my help,
To thee my spirit flies,
And on thy watchful providence
My cheerful hope relies.
493. L. M. Montgomery
”O God, my soul thirsteth for thee.”
1O God! thou art my God alone;
Early to thee my soul shall cry,
A pilgrim in a land unknown,
A thirsty land, whose springs are dry.
2Yet through this rough and thorny maze,
I follow hard on thee, my God;
Thine hand unseen upholds my ways;
I lean upon thy staff and rod.
3Thee, in the watches of the night,
When I remember on my bed,
Thy presence makes the darkness light;
Thy guardian wings are round my head.
4Better than life itself thy love,
Dearer than all beside to me;
For whom have I in heaven above,
Or what on earth, compared with thee?
494. C. M. Doddridge
1Shine forth, Eternal Source of light!
And make thy glories known;
Fill our enlarged, adoring sight
With lustre all thine own.
2Vain are the charms, and faint the rays
The brightest creatures boast;
And all their grandeur and their praise
Is in thy presence lost.
3To know the Author of our frame
Is our sublimest skill;
True science is to read thy name,
True life to obey thy will.
4For this I long, for this I pray,
And following on pursue,
Till visions of eternal day
Fix and complete the view.
495. L. M. 6l. Addison
1The Lord my pasture shall prepare,
And feed me with a shepherd’s care;
His presence shall my wants supply,
And guard me with a watchful eye;
My noonday walks he shall attend,
And all my midnight hours defend.
2When in the sultry glebe I faint,
Or on the thirsty mountains pant,
To fertile vales and dewy meads
My weary, wandering steps he leads,
Where peaceful rivers, soft and slow,
Amid the verdant landscape flow.
3Though in the paths of death I tread,
With gloomy horrors overspread,
My steadfast heart shall fear no ill,
For thou, O Lord, art with me still.
Thy friendly staff shall give me aid,
And guide me through the dreadful shade.
4Though, in a bare and rugged way,
Through devious, lonely wilds I stray,
Thy bounty shall my pains beguile,—
The barren wilderness shall smile,
With sudden greens and herbage crowned
And streams shall murmur all around.
496. S. M. Patrick
1God, who is just and kind,
Will those who err instruct,
And to the paths of righteousness
Their wandering steps conduct.
2The humble soul he guides,
Teaches the meek his way,
Kindness and truth he shows to all
Who his just laws obey.
3Give me the tender heart
That mixes fear with love,
And lead me through whatever path
Thy wisdom shall approve.
4Oh! ever keep my soul
From error, shame and guilt;
Nor suffer the fair hope to fail,
Which on thy truth is built.
497. L. M. J. F. Oberlin
1O Lord, thy heavenly grace impart,
And fix my frail, inconstant heart:
Henceforth my chief desire shall be
To dedicate myself to thee.
2Whate’er pursuits my time employ,
One thought shall fill my soul with joy:
That silent, secret thought shall be,
That all my hopes are fixed on thee.
3Thy glorious eye pervadeth space;
Thy presence, Lord, fills every place;
And wheresoe’er my lot may be,
Still shall my spirit cleave to thee.
4Renouncing every earthly thing,
And safe beneath thy spreading wing,
My sweetest thought henceforth shall be,
That all I want I find in thee.
498. C. M. Watts
1God, my supporter and my hope,
My help forever near;
Thine arm of mercy held me up,
When sinking in despair.
2Thy counsels, Lord, shall guide my feet
Through this dark wilderness;
Thine hand conduct me near thy seat,
To dwell before thy face.
3What if the springs of life were broke,
And flesh and heart should faint?
God is my soul’s eternal rock,
The strength of every saint.
4Behold the sinners, that remove
Far from thy presence, die;
Not all the idol gods they love
Can save them when they cry.
5But 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.
499. C. M. Montgomery
1One prayer I have,—all prayers in one,—
When I am wholly thine;
“Thy will, my God, thy will be done,
And let that will be mine.”
2All-wise, almighty, and all-good,
In thee I firmly trust;
Thy ways, unknown or understood,
Are merciful and just.
3May I remember that to thee
Whate’er I have I owe;
And back in gratitude from me
May all thy bounties flow.
4Thy gifts are only then enjoyed,
When used as talents lent;
Those talents only well employed,
When in thy service spent.
5And though thy wisdom takes away,
Shall I arraign thy will?
No, let me bless thy name, and say,
“The Lord is gracious still.”
500. L. M. Montgomery
1Return, my soul, unto thy rest,
From vain pursuits and maddening cares,
From lonely woes that wring thy breast,
The world’s allurements, toils and snares.
2Return unto thy rest, my soul,
From all the wanderings of thy thought;
From sickness unto death made whole;
Safe through a thousand perils brought.
3Then to thy rest, my soul return,
From passions every hour at strife;
Sin’s works, and ways, and wages spurn,
Lay hold upon eternal life.
4God is thy rest;—with heart inclined
To keep his word, that word believe;
Christ is thy rest;—with lowly mind,
His light and easy yoke receive.
501. C. M. Watts
Invocation of the Divine Spirit.
1Come, holy Spirit, heavenly Dove,
With all thy quickening powers,
Kindle a flame of sacred love
In these cold hearts of ours.
2In vain we tune our formal songs,
In vain we strive to rise;
Hosannas languish on our tongues,
And our devotion dies.
3Dear Lord! and shall we ever live
At this poor dying rate?
Our love so faint, so cold to thee,
And thine to us so great?
4Come, holy Spirit, heavenly Dove,
With all thy quickening powers,
Come, shed abroad a Saviour’s love,
And that shall kindle ours.
502. C. M. Beddome
1Am I an Israelite indeed.
Without a false disguise?
Have I renounced my sins, and left
My refuges of lies?
2Say, does my heart unchanged remain,
Or is it formed anew?
What is the rule by which I walk,
The object I pursue?
3Cause me, O God of truth and grace,
My real state to know;
If I am wrong, O set me right!
If right, preserve me so!
503. C. M. Methodist Coll
1Talk with us, Lord, thyself reveal,
While here o’er earth we rove;
Speak to our hearts, and let us feel
The kindling of thy love.
2With thee conversing, we forget
All time, and toil, and care;
Labor is rest, and pain is sweet,
If thou, my God, art here.
3Here, then, my God, vouchsafe to stay,
And bid my heart rejoice;
My bounding heart shall own thy sway,
And echo to thy voice.
504. L. M. Grigg
1Jesus! and shall it ever be!
A mortal man ashamed of thee;
Ashamed of thee, whom angels praise,
Whose glories shine through endless days!
2Ashamed of Jesus! just as soon
Let midnight be ashamed of noon;
’Tis midnight with my soul, till he,
Bright morning star, bid darkness flee.
3Ashamed of Jesus! yes I may,
When I’ve no guilt to wash away,
No tear to wipe—no good to crave,
No fears to quell—no soul to save.
4Till then—nor is my boasting vain—
Till then, I boast a Saviour slain;
And oh! may this my glory be,
That Christ is not ashamed of me.
505. 7s. M. C. Wesley
1Lord! that I may learn of thee,
Give me true simplicity;
Wean my soul, and keep it low,
Willing thee alone to know.
2Of my boasted wisdom spoiled,
Docile, helpless as a child;
Only seeing in thy light,
Only walking in thy might.
3Then infuse the living grace,
Truthful soul of righteousness;
Knowledge, love divine, impart,
—
Life eternal to my heart.
506. 7s. M. Newton
1Quiet, Lord, my froward heart,
Make me teachable and mild;
Upright, simple, free from art,
Make me as a weanéd child;
From distrust and envy free,
Pleased with all that pleaseth thee.
2What thou shalt to-day provide,
Let me as a child receive;
What to-morrow may betide,
Calmly to thy wisdom leave:
’Tis enough that thou wilt care;
Why should I the burden bear?
3As a little child relies
On a care beyond his own;
Knows he’s neither strong nor wise
Fears to stir a step alone;
Let me thus with thee abide,
As my Father, Guard, and Guide.
507. L. M. Beard’s Coll
1Oh! sweet it is to know, to feel,
In all our gloom, our wanderings here,
No night of sorrow can conceal
Man from thy notice, from thy care.
2When disciplined by long distress,
And led through paths of fear and woe,
Say, dost thou love thy children less?
No! ever-gracious Father, no!
3No distance can outreach thine eye,
No night obscure thy endless day:
Be this my comfort when I sigh,
Be this my safeguard when I stray.
508. S. M. Mme. Guion
1The fountain in its source
No drought of summer fears;
The farther it pursues its course,
The nobler it appears.
2But shallow cisterns yield
A scanty, short supply;
The morning sees them amply filled,
At evening they are dry.
3The cisterns I forsake,
O fount of bliss, for thee!
My thirst with living waters slake,
And drink eternity.
509. C. M. Rippon’s Coll
1Father! whate’er of earthly bliss
Thy sovereign will denies,
Accepted at thy throne of grace,
Let this petition rise:—
2”Give me a calm, a thankful heart,
From every murmur free;
The blessings of thy grace impart,
And make me live to thee.
3”Let the sweet hope that thou art mine
My life and death attend;
Thy presence through my journey shine,
And crown my journey’s end.”
510. S. M. Christian Psalmist
The Way of God with the Spirit.
1’Tis God the spirit leads
In paths before unknown:
The work to be performed is ours;
The strength is all his own.
2Assisted by his grace,
We still pursue our way;
And hope at last to reach the prize,
Secure in endless day.
3’Tis he that works to will;
’Tis he that works to do;
His is the power by which we act,
His be the glory too.
511. L. M. 6l. Christian Psalmist
1What must it be to dwell above,
At God’s right hand, where Jesus reigns,
Since the sweet earnest of his love
O’erwhelms us on these earthly plains!
No heart can think, no tongue explain,
What bliss it is with Christ to reign.
2When sin no more obstructs our sight,
When sorrow pains our hearts no more,
How shall we view the Prince of Light
And all his works of grace explore!
What heights and depths of love divine
Will there through endless ages shine!
3This is the heaven I long to know;
For this, with patience, I would wait,
Till, weaned from earth, and all below,
I mount to my celestial seat,
And wave my palm, and wear my crown,
And, with the elders, cast them down.
512. C. M. Doddridge
Jesus precious to them that believe.
1Jesus, I love thy charming name;
’Tis music to my ear;
Fain would I sound it out so loud
That earth and heaven might hear.
2Whate’er my noblest powers can wish
In thee doth richly meet;
No light unto my eyes so dear,
No friendship half so sweet.
3Thy grace shall dwell upon my heart,
And shed its fragrance there,—
The noblest balm of all its wounds,
The cordial of its care.
4I’ll speak the honors of thy name
With my expiring breath,
And, dying, clasp thee in my arms,
The antidote of death.
513. C. M. Watts
1When I can read my title clear
To mansions in the skies,
I bid farewell to every fear,
And wipe my weeping eyes.
2Let cares like a wild deluge come,
And storms of sorrow fall,
May I but safely reach my home,
My God, my heaven, my all!
3There shall I bathe my weary soul
In seas of heavenly rest,
And not a wave of trouble roll
Across my peaceful breast.