508

C. M.

WHEN cold our hearts, and far from Thee
Our wand'ring spirits stray,

And thoughts and lips move heavily,
Lord, teach us how to pray.

2 Too vile to venture near Thy throne,
Too poor to turn away,

Our only voice Thy Spirit's groan;
Lord, teach us how to pray.

3 We know not how to seek Thy face
Unless Thou lead the way;

We have no words, unless Thy grace,
Lord, teach us how to pray.

4 Here ev'ry thought and fond desire
We on Thy altar lay,

And when our souls have caught Thy fire, Lord, teach us how to pray.

J. S. B. Monsell.

509

LORD Jesus, Thou the lost to seek
Didst from Thy throne descend,
To cheer the mourner, help the weak,
And be the sinner's friend.

C. M.

2 The joy of heaven was naught to Thee
So mighty was Thy love,

Till man, from sin and death set free,
Could reign with Thee above.

3 For this a life of toil and tears,
Of poverty and woe,

Thou, who art Lord of all the spheres,
On earth didst undergo.

4 Grant us Thy grace, O Saviour dear,
To count all things but loss,
That we Thy steps may follow here,
And patient bear Thy cross.

5 Teach us to make Thy joy our own,
Nor in self-love to rest;
To live not for ourselves alone,
To bless, and so be blest;

6 To lead the lost soul back to light,
To bind the broken heart -

Such deeds with angels' praise are bright, And heavenly joy impart.

510

H. M. Braithwaite.

DO NOT I love Thee, O my Lord?
Behold my heart and see;
And turn each dearest idol out,
That dares to rival Thee.

2 Is not Thy name melodious still To mine attentive ear?

C. M.

Doth not each pulse with pleasure bound My Saviour's voice to hear?

3 Would not my heart pour forth its blood In honor of Thy name,

And challenge the cold hand of death
To damp the immortal flame?

4 Thou know'st I love Thee, dearest Lord,
But oh, I long to soar

Far from the sphere of mortal joys,
And learn to love Thee more.

P. Doddridge.

511

FATHER, whate'er of earthly bliss
Thy sov'reign will denies,
Accepted at Thy throne of grace,
Let this petition rise:

2 Give me a calm, a thankful heart,
From every murmur free;

The blessings of Thy grace impart,
And let me live to Thee.

C. M.

3 Let the sweet hope that Thou art mine My path of life attend;

Thy presence through my journey shine, And bless its happy end.

512

A. Steele.

LORD, I believe; Thy pow'r I own,
Thy word I would obey;

I wander comfortless and lone
When from Thy truth I stray.

2 Lord, I believe; but gloomy fears
Sometimes bedim my sight;

C. M.

I look to Thee with prayers and tears,
And cry for strength and light.

3 Lord, I believe; but Thou dost know
My faith is cold and weak;
Pity my frailty, and bestow

The confidence I seek.

4 Yes, I believe; and only Thou
Canst give my soul relief:

Lord, to Thy truth my spirit bow;
Help Thou mine unbelief."

66

J. R. Wreford.

513

C. M.

WALK in the light, so shalt thou know
That fellowship of love

His Spirit only can bestow,

Who reigns in light above.

2 Walk in the light, and thou shalt find Thy heart made truly His

Who dwells in cloudless light enshrined, In whom no darkness is.

3 Walk in the light, and thou shalt own
Thy darkness passed away,

Because that light hath on thee shone,
In which is perfect day.

4 Walk in the light, and e'en the tomb
No fearful shade shall wear;
Glory shall chase away its gloom,
For Christ hath conquered there.

5 Walk in the light, and thine shall be
A path, though thorny, bright;
For God, by grace, shall dwell in thee,
And God Himself is light.

514

B. Barton.

C. M.

CALM me, my God, and keep me calm,
Soft resting on Thy breast;

Soothe me with holy hymn and psalm,
And bid my spirit rest.

2 Yes, keep me calm, though loud and rude The sounds my ear that greet,

Calm in the closet's solitude,

Calm in the bustling street,

3 Calm in the hour of buoyant health,
Calm in the hour of pain,
Calm in my poverty or wealth,
Calm in my loss or gain,

4 Calm in the sufferance of wrong,
Like Him who bore my shame,
Calm 'mid the threatening, taunting throng
Who hate Thy holy name.

5 Calm as the ray of sun or star
Which storms assail in vain,

Moving unruffled through earth's war,
Th' Eternal calm to gain.

515

Он, 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?

H. Bonar.

3 What peaceful hours I once enjoyed!
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;

C. M.

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

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

Help me to tear it from Thy throne,
And worship only Thee.

W. Cowper.