2 If aught should tempt my soul to stray
From heavenly wisdom's narrow way,
To fly the good I would pursue,
Or do the sin I would not do,
Still he, who felt temptation's power,
Shall guard me in that dangerous hour.
3 If vexing thoughts within me rise,
And sore dismay'd my spirit dies;
Still he, who once vouchsafed to bear
The sickening anguish of despair,
Shall sweetly soothe, shall gently dry,
The throbbing heart, the streaming eye.

4 When sorrowing o'er some stone I bend,
Which covers what was once a friend,
And from his voice, his hand, his smile,
Divides me for a little while;

Thou, Saviour, mark'st the tears I shed,
For thou didst weep o'er Lazarus dead.
5 And O, when I have safely pass'd
Through every conflict but the last,
Still, still, unchanging, watch beside
My painful bed, for thou hast died;
Then point to realms of cloudless day,
And wipe the latest tear away 8.

335. "As one whom his mother comforteth, so [DOUBLE C.M. will I comfort you."-Isa. lxvi. 13.

1 As helpless as a child who clings
Fast to his father's arm,

And casts his weakness on the strength

That keeps him safe from harm

So I, my Father, cling to thee,

And every passing hour

Would link my earthly feebleness
To thine almighty power.

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2 As trustful as a child who looks
Up in his mother's face,
And all his little griefs and fears
Forgets in her embrace :

So I to thee, my Saviour, look,
And in thy face divine

Can read the love that will sustain
As weak a faith as mine.

3 As loving as a child who sits
Close by his parent's knee,

And knows no want while it can have
That sweet society:

So, sitting at thy feet, my heart
Would all its love outpour,

And pray that thou wouldst teach me, Lord,
To love thee more and more d.

"Enoch walked with God."

GEN. v. 24.

1 O FOR a closer walk with God,
A calm and heavenly frame;
A light to shine upon the road
That leads me to the Lamb!

2 Where is the blessedness I knew
When first I saw the Lord?
Where is the soul-refreshing view
Of Jesus and his word?

3 What peaceful hours I once enjoy'd,
How sweet their memory still!
But they have left an aching void,
The world can never fill.

4 Return, O holy Dove, return,
Sweet messenger of rest:

I hate the sins that made thee mourn,
And drove thee from my breast.

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5 The dearest idol I have known,
Whate'er that idol be,

Help me to tear it from thy throne,
And worship only thee.

6 So shall my walk be close with God,
Calm and serene my frame;

So purer light shall mark the road
That leads me to the Lamb C.

337.

"There the wicked cease from troubling, and [104Tн M. there the weary be at rest."-JOB iii. 17.

1 My rest is in heaven, my rest is not here; Then why should I murmur when trials are near? Be hush'd, my dark spirit,-the worst that can

come

But shortens my journey, and hastens me home.

2 It is not for me to be seeking my bliss,
And building my hopes in a region like this;
I look for a city which hands have not piled,
I pant for a country by sin undefiled.

3 The thorn and the thistle around me may grow, I would not lie down upon roses below;

I ask not my portion, I seek not a rest,
Till I find them for ever on Jesus his breast.

4 Afflictions may damp me, they cannot destroy; One glimpse of his love turns them all into joy: And the bitterest tears, if he smile but on them, Like dew in the sunshine, grow diamond and gem.

5 Let trial and danger my progress oppose, They only make heaven more sweet at the close; Come joy or come sorrow, whate'er A home with my God will make up for it all. may befall,

6 A scrip on my back, and a staff in my hand, I march on in haste through an enemy's land; The road may be rough, but it cannot be long, And I smooth it with hope, and I cheer it with song ¶

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338. Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all
the days of my life; and I shall dwell in the
house of the Lord for ever."-Ps. xxiii. 6.

1 My God, I thank thee, who hast made.
The earth so bright;

So full of splendour and of joy,
Beauty and light;

So many glorious things are here,
Noble and right.

2 I thank thee too that thou hast made
Joy to abound;

So many gentle thoughts and deeds
Circling us round,

That in the darkest spot of earth
Some love is found.

3 I thank thee more that all our joy
Is touch'd with pain;

That shadows fall on brightest hours;

That thorns remain;

So that earth's bliss may be our guide,
And not our chain.

4 For thou, who knowest, Lord, how soon
Our weak heart clings,

Hast given us joys, tender and true,
Yet all with wings:

So that we see, gleaming on high,

Diviner things.

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5 I thank thee, Lord, that thou hast kept
The best in store;

We have enough, yet not too much
To long for more:

A yearning for a deeper peace,
Not known before.

6 I thank thee, Lord, that here our souls,
Though amply blest,

Can never find, although they seek,
A perfect rest,—

Nor ever shall, until they lean,

On Jesus' breast.

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"My soul is even as a weaned child."
Ps. cxxxi. 2.

1 FATHER, I know that all my life
Is portion'd out for me;

And the changes that are sure to come

I do not fear to see:

But I ask thee for a present mind,

Intent on pleasing thee.

2 I ask thee for a thoughtful love,
Through constant watching wise,
To meet the glad with joyful smiles,
And wipe the weeping eyes;
And a heart at leisure from itself
To soothe and sympathize.

3 I would not have the restless will
That hurries to and fro,

Seeking for some great thing to do,
Or secret thing to know;

I would be treated as a child,
And guided where I go.

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