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8 Write but my name upon the roll Of Thy redeemed above;

[soul, Then, heart and mind, and strength and I'll love Thee for Thy love.

601. "By whom the world is crucified unto me." Gal. vi. 14.

C. M.

1 LET worldly minds the world What are its charms to me? Once I admired its trifles too:

But Grace has set me free.

pursue;

2 Its pleasures now no longer please,
No more content afford:

Far from my heart be joys like these,
Now I have known the Lord.

3 As by the light of opening day
The stars are all concealed;
So earthly pleasures fade away,
When Jesus is revealed.

4 Creatures! no more divide my choice: I bid you all depart.

His name, and love, and gracious voice Have fixed my roving heart.

5 Now, Lord! I would be Thine alone,
And wholly live to Thee :-

But may I hope that Thou wilt own
A worthless worm like me?

6 Yes, though of sinners e'en the worst,
I cannot doubt Thy will;

For, if Thou hadst not loved me first,
I had refused Thee still.

602.

"Count it all joy when ye fall into divers temptations." James i. 2.

1 'TIS my happiness below,

7's.

Not to live without the cross,
But the Saviour's power to know,
Sanctifying every loss.

Trials must and will befall;

But, with humble faith to see
Love inscribed upon them all,
This is happiness to me.

2 God, in Israel, sows the seeds
Of affliction, pain, and toil:
These spring up and choke the weeds
Which would else o'erspread the soil.
Trials make the promise sweet;

Trials give new life to prayer;
Trials bring me to His feet,
Lay me low, and keep me there.

3 Did I meet no trials here,
No correction by the way,
Might I not with reason fear
I should prove a cast-away?
Worldlings may escape the rod,
Sunk in earthly vain delight:
But the true-born child of God
Must not, would not, if he might.

RECOVERY FROM SICKNESS.

603. "The living, the living, he shall praise thee, as I do this day." Isa. xxxviii. 19. L. M.

1 AND live I yet by power divine?
And have I still my course to run?
Again brought back in its decline,
The shadow of my parting sun?

2 Jesus to my deliverance flew,

Where sunk in mortal pangs I lay :
Pale Death his ancient conqueror knew,
And trembled, and ungrasped his prey.

3 God of my life! what just return
Can sinful dust and ashes give?
I only live my sin to mourn:
To love my God I only live.

4 Be all my added life employed

Thine image in my soul to see.
Fill with Thyself the mighty void:
Enlarge my heart to compass Thee.

5 Come then, my hope, my life, my Lord!
And fix in me Thy lasting home.
Be mindful of Thy gracious word:
Thou, with Thy promised Father, come!

604.

“Then will I go unto the altar of God, unto God my exceeding joy." Psa. xliii. 3, 4. P. M.

1 OH, send Thy light, Thy truth, my God!
Thy grace bestow; Thy word fulfil;
And let them lead me in Thy road,
And bring me to Thy holy hill;
Where happy saints, a chosen band,
Exulting in Thy presence stand.

2 Then to Thine altar will I go,

And pay my destined offerings there; And freely from my heart shall flow The fervent, interceding prayer; A prayer effectual, that shall rise Accepted through the Sacrifice.

2 And I will take salvation's cup,

And call upon Thy blessed name; My grateful heart to Thee lift up, Saviour from death, and guilt, and shame!

Restored in mercy to Thy house,
To render all my grateful vows.

4 There in Thy truth will I rejoice,

And hymn Thy goodness in my lays; And mind, and heart, and soul, and voice,

Shall join to magnify Thy praise, And triumph in the blest employ, My God, and my exceeding Joy!

605. "Which holdeth our soul in life." Psalm lxvi. 9.

L. M.

1 GOD of my life! whose gracious power Through varied deaths my soul hath led, Or turned aside the fatal hour,

Or lifted up my sinking head!

2 In all my ways Thy hand I own,
Thy ruling providence I see.
Assist me still my course to run,
And still direct my paths to Thee.
3 [Oft hath the sea confessed Thy power,
And given me back at Thy command:
It could not, Lord! my life devour,
Safe in the hollow of Thy hand.]

4 [Oft, from the margin of the grave,

Thou, Lord! hast lifted up my head.
Sudden, I found Thee near to save:

The fever owned Thy touch, and fled.]
5 Whither, Oh whither, should I fly,
But to my loving Saviour's breast,
Secure within Thine arms to lie,

And safe within Thy wings to rest?
6 I have no skill the snare to shun;
But Thou, O Christ, my wisdom art.
I ever into ruin run;

But Thou art greater than my heart.
7 Foolish, and impotent, and blind,
Lead me a way I have not known.
Bring me where I my heaven may find,-
The heaven of loving Thee alone.

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