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964 He went up into a mountain apart
to pray.-Matt. 14, 23.
FAR from the world, O Lord, I flee,
From strife and tumult far:
From scenes where Satan wages still
2 The calm retreat, the silent shade,
3 There, if Thy Spirit touch the soul,
Oh, with what peace, and joy, and love
She communes with her God!
4 There, like the nightingale, she pours Her solitary lays;
Nor asks a witness of her song,
5 Author and Guardian of my life,
6 What thanks I owe Thee, and what love!
A boundless, endless store
Shall echo through the realms above,
965 I will not let Thee go, except Thou
bless me.-Gen. 32, 26.
LORD, I cannot let Thee go,
Till a blessing Thou bestow:
Do not turn away Thy face,
2 Dost Thou ask me who I am?
Ah! my Lord, Thou know'st my name :
Scorn Thy grace, Thy power defy;
4 Once a sinner near despair,
5 Many days have passed since then,
Yet have been upheld till now;
When I plead for Jesus' sake.
966 I will walk at liberty, for I seek
Thy precepts.-Ps. 119, 45.
T length this restless heart is still; Its griefs, doubts, fears, are flown; Chased by a firm, resolved will,
To live to Thee alone.
2 To count each hour, each moment
8 But ah! my best resolve is frail!
4 The past, the past, reveals how vain
5 But O my God! that grace accord,
Do Thou, a present help, afford,
9670 that I knew where I might find
Him.-Job 23, 3.
THAT I knew the secret place,
I'd spread my wants before His face,
2 I'd tell Him how my sins arise,
How grace decays, and comfort dies,
3 He knows what arguments I'd take
I'd plead for His own mercy's sake,
4 My God will pity my complaints,
He knows the meaning of His saints,
5 Arise, my soul, from deep distress,
He calls thee to His throne of grace
968 Thou knowest that I love Thee.—
John 21, 16.
ARK, my soul! it is the Lord;
thy Saviour, hear
Jesus speaks, and speaks to thee,
2 "I delivered thee when bound,
And, when wounded, healed thy wound;
3 "Can a woman's tender care
4 "Mine is an unchanging love,
A forgetful hearer.-James 1, 25. LONG have I sat beneath the sound Of Thy salvation, Lord;
But still how weak my faith is found, And knowledge of Thy word!
2 Oft I frequent Thy holy place,
How small a portion of Thy grace
3 How cold and feeble is my love!
How low my hope of joys above!
4 Great God! Thy sovereign power impart
5 Show my forgetful feet the way
There knowledge grows without decay, And love shall never die.
He calleth thee.-Mark 10, 49.
1 HOW long the time since Christ began To call in vain on me!
Deaf to His warning voice, I ran
2 He called me, when my thoughtless prime
Was early ripe to ill:
I passed from folly on to crime,
3 He called me in the time of dread,
I trembled on my feverish bed,-
4 Yet, could I hear Him once again,
Methinks He should not call in vain
5 O Thou that every thought dost know And answercst every prayer!
Try me with sickness, want, or woe,
6 My struggling will by grace control;
What blessed light breaks on my soul! My God, I hear Thee now!
Will ye also go away?-John 6, 67. HEN any turn from Zion's way,Alas what numbers do!
Methinks I hear my Saviour say,
2 Ah, Lord! with such a heart as mine, Unless Thou hold me fast,
I feel I must, I shall decline,
3 Yet Thou alone hast power, I know,
4 Beyond a doubt I rest assured
5 The help of men and angels joined
Nor can I hope relief to find,
But in Thy boundless grace.
6 No voice but Thine can give me rest,
No love but Thine can make me blest,
7 What anguish has that question stirred If I will also go;
Yet, Lord, relying on Thy word,
972 My times are in Thy hand.—Ps.
1 FATHER, I know that all my life Is portioned out for me,