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The same. C. WESLEY 1 FULL of trembling expectation,
Feeling much, and fearing more,
I thy timely aid implore:
All my suff'rings to sustain,
By thy more than mortal pain.
In thy days of flesh below,
Under a whole world of woe;
Groan beneath our guilty load,
Bruis’d by all the wrath of God, 3 By the travail of thy spirit,
By thine outcry on the tree,
In my pangs remember me !
A weak, dying soul befriend;
Make me faithful to the end,
191 C. M. Desire for spiritual prosperity.
COWPER. 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 loy'd the Lord ? Where is the soul-refreshing view
Of Jesus, and his word?
How sweet their memory still !
The world can never fill.
Sweet messenger of rest!
That drove thee from my breast. 5 The dearest idol I have known,
Whate'er that idol be,
And worship only thee.
Calm and serene my frame;
That leads me to the Lamb.
7's. Desiring to love Christ, NEWTON. I'TIS a point I long to know,
Oft it causes anxious thought ;Do I love the Lord or no ?
Am I bis, or am I not?
Why this dull, this lifeless frame?
Who have never heard his name! 3 If I pray, or hear, or read,
Sin is mix'd with all I do:
Tell me—is it thus with you?
Find my sins my grief and shame:
If I never lov'd his name?
( Shine upon thy work of grace,
If it be indeed begun.
If I love at all, I pray;
· RYLAND. IN all my Lord's appointed ways,
My journey I'll pursue ;
For I must go with you.
I'll follow where he goes, Hinder me not, shall be my cry,
Though earth and hell oppose. Through duties, and through trials too,
I'll go at his command; Hinder me not, for I am bound
To my Immanuel's land. And when my Saviour calls me home,
Still this my cry shall be, Hinder me not, come welcome death,
I'll gladly go with thee.
7. Pilgrim's Song. CENNICK. CHILDREN of the hear’nly King!
As ye journey, sweetly sing: Sing your Saviour's worthy praise, Glorious in his works and ways.
2 Ye are travelling home to God
In the way the fathers trod:
Soon their happiness shall see.
On the borders of your land;
Bids you undismay'd go on.
Gladly leaving all below;
And we still will follow thee. 195
8.7. Pilgrims' Prayer. ANON. 1 GUIDE me, Othou great Jehovah,
Pilgrim through this barren land;
Hold me with thy pow'rful hand:
Be thou still my strength, and shield. 2 Open now the crystal fountain,
Whence the healing streanis do flow; Let the fiery cloudy pillar
Lead me all my journey through, Bread of heaven, bread of heaven,
Feed me till I want no more.