4 The kingdom of established peace, Which can no more remove;

The perfect powers of godliness,

The omnipotence of love.

WESLEY'S COLLECTION.

5. — C.M.

1 OH! 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.

2 Oh! help us when our spirits bleed
With contrite anguish sore;

And, when our hearts are cold and dead,
Oh! help us, Lord, the more.

3 Oh! help us through the prayer of faith
More firmly to believe;

For still, the more the servant hath,
The more he shall receive.

4 Oh! help us, Father, from on high;
We know no help but thee:
Oh! help us so to live and die,

As thine in heaven to be.

6. 6s.

1 THOU hidden Source of calm repose,
Thou all-sufficient Love Divine,
My help and refuge from my foes!
Secure I am, if thou art mine;

MILMAN.

And, lo, from sin and grief and shame
I hide me, Jesus, in thy name.

2 Thy mighty name salvation is,
And keeps my happy soul above;
Comfort it brings, and power and peace,
And joy and everlasting love:

To me, with thy dear name, are given
Pardon and holiness and heaven.

3 Jesus, my all-in-all thou art;
My rest in toil, my ease in pain;
The medicine of my broken heart;
In war, my peace; in loss, my gain;
My smile beneath the tyrant's frown;
In shame, my glory and my crown;

4 In want, my plentiful supply;

In weakness, my almighty power;
In bonds, my perfect liberty;
My light in Satan's darkest hour;
In grief, my joy unspeakable;

My life in death, my heaven in hell.

WESLEY'S COLLECTION.

7.-L.M.

Seeking after God.

1 THOU hidden love of God, whose height, Whose depth unfathomed, no man knows, I see from far thy beauteous light;

Inly I sigh for thy repose:

My heart is pained; nor can it be

At rest till it find rest in thee.

2 Thy secret voice invites me still
The sweetness of thy yoke to prove ;
And fain I would: but though my will
Seem fixed, yet wide my passions rove.
Yet hinderances strew all the way:
I aim at thee, yet from thee stray.

3 'Tis mercy all, that thou hast brought
My mind to seek her peace in thee;
Yet, while I seek, but find thee not,
No peace my wandering soul shall see :
Oh! when shall all my wanderings end,
And all my steps to thee-ward tend?

4 Is there a thing beneath the sun

That strives with thee my heart to share?
Ah! tear it thence, and reign alone,
The Lord of every motion there:

Then shall my heart from earth be free,

When it hath found repose in thee.

WESLEY'S COLLECTION.

8.- 78 M.

I am the Bread which came down from Heaven.

1 BREAD of heaven! on thee we feed ;

For thy flesh is meat indeed:

Ever let our souls be fed

With this true and living bread!

2 Vine of heaven! thy blood supplies
This blest cup of sacrifice :

Lord, thy wounds our healing give;
To thy cross we look and live.

3 Day by day with strength supplied
Through the life of him who died,
Lord of life! oh, let us be

Rooted, grafted, built on thee.

9. C.M.

PRATT'S COLLECTION.

My Presence shall go with thee, and I will give thee Rest.

1 LORD, I believe a rest remains

To all thy people known;

A rest where pure enjoyment reigns,
And thou art loved alone;

2 A rest where all our soul's desire
Is fixed on things above;

Where fear and sin and grief expire,
Cast out by perfect love.

3 Oh that I now the rest might know,
Believe, and enter in!

Now, Father, now the power bestow,
And let me cease from sin.

4 Remove all hardness from my heart,
All unbelief remove;

To me the rest of faith impart,

The sabbath of thy love.

WESLEY'S COLLECTION.

10. - 7s M.

Jesus, pro me perforatus.

1 Rock of Ages, cleft for me,
Let me hide myself in thee;