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Shew me what I have to do;
Every hour my strength renew;
Let me live a life of faith;
Let me die Thy people's death.

John Newton. 1779.

CLXXXII.

My faith looks up to Thee,
Thou Lamb of Calvary,
Saviour divine!

Now hear me while I pray;
Take all my guilt away;
O let me from this day
Be wholly Thine!

May Thy rich grace impart
Strength to my fainting heart,
My zeal inspire!

As Thou hast died for me,
O may my love to Thee

Pure, warm, and changeless be,
A living fire!

While life's dark maze I tread,
And griefs around me spread,
Be Thou my Guide!

Bid darkness turn to day,
Wipe sorrow's tears away,

Nor let me ever stray

From Thee aside.

When ends life's transient dream,
When death's cold sullen stream
Shall o'er me roll;

Blest Saviour! then in love
Fear and distrust remove;

O bear me safe above,

A ransom'd soul!

Ray Palmer. [1830.j

CLXXXIII.

PSALM CXVI.

Redeem'd from guilt, redeem'd from fears,
My soul enlarged, and dried my tears,
What can I do, O Love Divine,
What, to repay such gifts as Thine?

What can I do, so poor, so weak,
But from Thy hands new blessings seek,
A heart to feel Thy mercies more,
A soul to know Thee, and adore?

O teach me at Thy feet to fall,
And yield Thee up myself, my all!
Before Thy saints my debts to own,
And live and die to Thee alone!

Thy Spirit, Lord, at large impart,
Expand and raise and fill my heart!
So may I hope my life shall be
Some faint return, O Lord, to Thee.
Henry Francis Lyte. 1834.

CLXXXIV.

PSALM CI.

Lord, when I lift my voice to Thee,
To whom all praise belongs,
Thy justice and Thy love shall be
The subject of my songs.

Let wisdom o'er my heart preside,
To lead my steps aright,
And make Thy perfect law my guide,
Thy service my delight.

All sinful ways I will abhor,

All wicked men forsake ;

And only those, who love Thy law,
For my companions take.

Lord! that I may not go astray,
Thy constant grace impart :

When wilt thou come to point my way,

And fix my roving heart?

William Hiley Bathurst. 1831

CLXXXV.

Forth in Thy Name, O Lord, I go,
My daily labour to pursue,
Thee, only Thee, resolved to know,
In all I think, or speak, or do.

The task Thy wisdom hath assign'd
O let me cheerfully fulfil;

In all my works Thy presence find,
And prove Thine acceptable will.

Preserve me from my calling's snare,

And hide my simple heart above, Above the thorns of choking care,

The gilded baits of worldly love.

Thee may I set at my right hand,

Whose eyes mine inmost substance see, And labour on at Thy command,

And offer all my works to Thee.

Give me to bear Thy easy yoke,

And every moment watch and pray; And still to things eternal look,

And hasten to Thy glorious day.

For Thee delightfully employ

Whate'er Thy bounteous grace hath given,

And run my course with even joy,

And closely walk with Thee to Heaven.
Charles Wesley. 1749.

CLXXXVI.

Now it belongs not to my care

Whether I die or live;

To love and serve Thee is my share,
And this Thy grace must give.

If death shall bruise this springing seed
Before it come to fruit,

The will with Thee goes for the deed,
Thy life was in the root.

Would I long bear my heavy load,
And keep my sorrows long?
Would I long sin against my God,
And His dear mercy wrong?

How much is sinful flesh my foe,

That doth my soul pervert

To linger here in sin and woe,

And steals from God my heart!

Christ leads me through no darker rooms
Than He went through before;

He that unto God's Kingdom comes
Must enter by this door.

Come, Lord, when grace hath made me meet

Thy blessed face to see;

For, if Thy work on earth be sweet,

What will Thy glory be?

Then I shall end my sad complaints,
And weary sinful days,

And join with the triumphant saints
That sing Jehovah's praise.

My knowledge of that life is small;
The eye of faith is dim;

But it's enough that Christ knows all,
And I shall be with Him.

Richard Baxter. 1681.

CLXXXVII.

O Thou, who camest from above,
The pure celestial fire to impart,
Kindle a flame of sacred love
On the mean altar of my heart.

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