3

Still to the lowly soul

He doth Himself impart;

And for His temple and His throne,
Chooseth the pure in heart.

345. P. M.

We covenant with hand and heart
To follow Christ, our Lord;
With world, and sin, and self to part,
And to obey his word:

To love each other heartily,

In truth and in sincerity;

And under cross, reproach, and shame,
To glorify his holy name.

1 Made for Thyself, O God! and to display
Thy goodness in me, manifest, I pray,
By grace adapted to each wanting hour,
Thy holy Spirit's life-conferring power!

2 Give me the faith, the hunger, and the thirst
After the life breathed forth from Thee at first;
Turn from me outward work or inward thought,
Which is not Thine, nor in Thy Spirit wrought!

1 Salt of the earth, ye virtuous few, Who season human kind!

Light of the world, whose cheering ray
Illumes the realms of mind!

2 Where misery spreads her deepest shade,
Your strong compassion glows;
From your blessed lips the balm distils
That softens mortal woes.

3 By dying beds, in prison glooms,
Your frequent steps are found;
Angels of love! you hover near,
To bind the stranger's wound.

4 As down the summer stream of vice
The thoughtless many glide,
Upward you steer your steady bark,
And stem the rushing tide.

5 Where guilt her foul contagion breathes, And golden spoils allure,

Unspotted still

your garments shine,

Your hands are ever pure.

6 You lift on high the warning voice
When public ills prevail;

Yours is the writing on the wall
That turns the tyrant pale.

7 Proceed! your race of glory run!
Your virtuous toils endure!

You come, commissioned from on high,
And your reward is sure.

348. P. M.

O make us apt to seek, and quick to find,
Thou God, most kind!

Give love, and hope, and faith in Thee to trust,
Thou God, most just!

Remit all our offences, we intreat,

Most good, most great!

Grant that our willing, though unworthy quest, May, through Thy grace, admit us 'mongst the blest!

349. S. M.

1 Oh God! my strength and hope, On Thee I cast my care;

2

With humble confidence look up,
And know Thou hear'st my prayer.
Give me on Thee to wait,
Till I can all things do;
On Thee, Almighty to create!
Almighty to renew!

I want a sober mind,

A self-renouncing will,

That tramples down and casts behind
The lures of pleasing ill;

3

4

A soul inured to pain,

To hardship, grief, and loss,
Bold to take up, firm to sustain
The consecrated cross.

I want a godly fear,

A quick discerning eye,

That looks to Thee when sin is near, And sees the tempter fly;

A spirit still prepared,

And armed with jealous care; For ever standing on its guard, And watching unto prayer.

I rest upon Thy word:

The promise is for me:

Great succour and salvation, Lord!

Shall surely come from Thee.

But let me still abide,

Nor from my hope remove,
Till Thou my patient spirit guide
Into Thy perfect love.

350. C. M.

1 Lord! who's the happy man that may To Thy blest courts repair;

Not stranger-like to visit them,
But to inhabit there?

"T is he, whose every thought and deed By rules of virtue moves,

Whose generous tongue disdains to speak
The thing his heart disproves :

2 Who never did a slander forge,
His neighbour's fame to wound,
Nor hearken to a false report,
By malice whispered round:
Who vice, in all its pomp
Can treat with just neglect;
And piety, though clothed in rags,
Religiously respect.

and power,

3 Who to his plighted vows and trust
Has ever firmly stood;

And though he promise to his loss,
He makes his promise good.

The man who by his steady course
Has happiness ensured,

When earth's foundations sink, shall stand,
By Providence secured.

351.

L. M.

1 Hear me, O Lord! in

my

distress,

Hear me in truth and righteousness;

For, at Thy bar of judgment tried,

None living can be justified.