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O FOR a closer walk with God,
A calm and heav'nly frame,
A light to shine upon the road
That leads me to the Lamb.
What peaceful hours I once enjoy'd!
How sweet their mem'ry still !
But they have left an aching void
The world can never fill.
Return, O holy Dove, return,
Sweet messenger of rest;
I hate the sins that made thee mourn,
And drove thee from my breast.
The dearest idol I have known,
Whate'er that idol be,
Help me to tear it from thy throne,
And worship only thee.
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. 115.
O FOR a heart to praise my God,
A heart from sin set free!
A heart that's sprinkled with the blood
So freely shed for me.
A heart resign'd, submissive, meek,
My great Redeemer's throne;
Where only Christ is heard to speak,
Where Jesus reigns alone.
A heart in ev'ry thought renew'd,
And fill'd with love divine ;
Perfect, and right, and pure, and good,
A copy, Lord, of thine.
Thy nature, gracious Lord, impart;
Come quickly from above;
Write thy new name upon my heart,
Thy new, best name of love.
OFT in danger, oft in woe,
Onward, Christians, onward go;
Bear the toil, maintain the strife,
Strengthen'd with the bread of life.
Let your drooping hearts be glad;
March, in heav'nly armour clad;
Fight, nor think the battle long,
Soon shall victory wake your song.
Let not sorrow dim your eye,
Soon shall ev'ry tear be dry;
Let not fear your course impede,
Great your strength, if great your need.
Onward, then, to glory move;
More than conqu’rors you shall prove;
Though oppos’d by many a foe,
Christian soldiers, onward go!
O GOD, the refuge of my soul,
On thee, when sorrows rise,
And gloomy waves of trouble roll,
My trembling hope relies.
To thee I tell each rising grief,
For thou alone canst heal;
Thy presence gives a sure relief
For ev'ry pain I feel.
Thou, Lord, hast bid me seek thy face,
And I in faith draw nigh:
Though most unworthy of thy grace,
Yet, Lord, accept my cry.
Thou waitest to be gracious still;
And, near thy mercy-seat,
O let my soul attend thy will,
And bow before thy feet.
O! HAPPY day, that fix'd my choice,
On thee, my Saviour, and my God!
Well may this thankful heart rejoice,
And tell thy goodness all abroad.
O! happy bond, that seals my vows,
To him, who merits all my love!
Let cheerful anthems fill his house,
While to his sacred throne I move.
Now rest, my once divided heart,
Fix'd on its blissful centre rest :
With worldly husks I freely part,
While call’d on angels' bread to feast.
High heav'n, that heard the solemn vow,
That vow renew'd shall daily hear,
Till in life's latest hour I bow,
And bless in death a bond so dear.
O LORD! I would delight in thee,
And on thy care depend :
To thee in ev'ry trouble flee,
My best and only friend !
When all created streams are dried,
Thy goodness is the same;
May I with this be satisfied,
And glory in thy name.
Why should the soul a drop bemoan,
Who has a fountain near ;
A fountain which will ever run,
With waters sweet and clear.
No good in creatures can be found,
But may be found in thee :
I must have all things, and abound,
If God be God to me.
O LORD, my best desires fulfil,
And help me to resign
Life, health, and comfort, to thy will,
And make thy pleasures mine!
Why should I shrink at thy command,
Whose love forbids my fears?
Or tremble at thy gracious hand,
That wipes away my tears ?
No, let me rather freely yield
What most I prize to thee,
Who never hast a good withheld,
Nor wilt withhold from me.
Thy favour all my journey through
Thou art engag'd to grant;
What else I want, or think I do,
'Tis better still to want.
O LORD, our languid souls inspire :
Thy presence now display ;
As thou hast giv'n a place for pray'r,
So give us hearts to pray.
Within these walls let holy peace,
And love, and concord dwell :
Here give the troubled conscience ease,
The wounded spirit heal.
In faith let all receive the Word,
In faith pour out our prayers;
And in thy presence, gracious Lord,
Unburden all our cares.
O THAT the Comforter would come!
Not visit as a transient guest,
But fix in us his constant home,
And keep possession of each breast,
And make our souls his lov'd abode,
The temples of a holy God.
O THOU in whom thy saints are one,
Permit us now to see,
In this short hour of pray'r and praise,
A glimpse of heav'n and thee.
Whilst with one heart and one desire,
Low at thy feet we kneel,
O warm our hearts with heav'nly love,
And all thy grace reveal.
Thy gracious presence, Lord, alone
Can make our worship blest,
Drive from our thoughts a vexing world,
And lay our griefs to rest.
Descend and bless our weary souls,
And meet us as thine own;
Are we not one with those who sing
Around thy glorious throne?
Then grant, O Lord of pow'r and grace,
To us it may be giv'n,
To meet thee in thy house on earth,
And see thy face in heav'n.