6 Thou hast inclin'd this heart of mine And thus till mortal life shall end 393. 1 W (311.) C. M. WHILE thee I seek, protecting Pow'r! vain wishes still'd; Be my. And may this consecrated hour With better hopes be fill'd. 2 Thy love the pow'rs of thought bestow'd; 3 In each event of life, how clear Each blessing to my soul more dear, In ev'ry joy that crowns my days, My heart shall find delight in praise, 5 When gladness wings my favour'd hour, 6 My lifted eye, without a tear, The low'ring storm shall see; My steadfast heart shall know no fear: 394. L. M. (312.) Confidence in God. OUR Father, thron'd above the sky, Thy children at thy footstool lie, 2 With cheerful hope and filial fear, In that august and precious rame, By thee ordain'd, we now draw near, And would the promis'd blessing claim. 3 Does not an earthly parent hear The cravings of his famish'd son? Will he reject the filial pray'r, Or mock him with a cake of stone? 4 Our heav'nly Father, how much more 5 Yes, we will ask, and seek, and press 6 For Jesus in his faithful word The upright supplicant has blest; And all thy saints with one accord The prevalence of pray'r attest. 395. 1 3. DOUBTS AND FEARS. L. M. Hidings of God's face. HAPPY the hours, the golden days, When I could call my Jesus mine, 2 But now he's gone (O mighty wo!) 3 Yet let my hope look through my tears, And spy afar his rolling throne, His chariot through the cleaving spheres Shall bring the bright Beloved down Swift as a roe flies o'er the hills, C. M. 396. 0 that I were as in months past! Job 1 S xxix. 2. WEET was the time when first I felt The Saviour's pardoning blood, Applied to cleanse my soul from guilt, And bring me home to God. 2 Soon as the morn the light reveal'd, His praises tun'd my tongue; And, when the evening shades prevail'd, 3 In vain the tempter spread his wiles, 4 In prayer my soul drew near the Lord, And, when I read his holy word, 5 Then to his saints I often spoke 6 Now when the evening shade prevails, And when the morn the light reveals, 7 My prayers are now a chatt'ring noise, I read, the promise meets my eyes, 8 Now satan threatens to prevail, Shine upon thy work of grace, 9 Let me love thee more and more, If I love at all, I pray; If I have not lov'd before, C. M. 398. The Complaint under Darkness. REJOICE in God, the word commands, And fain would I obey; 1 Yet still my spirit lingering stands, 2 How can my soul exult for joy, And how can praise my tongue employ, 3 Whence should my lips give rapture birth, When I no rapture feel? Or how should notes of heavenly mirth, 4 If falling tears and rising sighs, Then, Lord, behold these streaming eyes, And search this bleeding heart! 5 My soul forgets to use her wings; For sin has broken all its strings, 6 The power, the sweetness, of thy voice, P. M. 39. Cast down, yet hoping. Ps. xlii. 5. 1 OMY soul, what means this sadness? Wherefore art thou thus cast down? Let thy griefs be turn'd to gladness, |