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3 Perfect our souls in every grace,
T'accomplish all His will;

And all that's pleasing in His sight
Inspire us to fulfill.

4 For the great Mediator's sake
We every blessing pray;

With glory let His name be crown'd,
Through heaven's eternal day.

The Spirit Absent.

C.M.

[By WILLIAM COWPER, of England, born 1731; died in 1800. He was much of his life under the cloud of insanity. He wrote the following hymn expressive of his spiritual darkness in one of his lucid intervals.]

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 mem❜ry 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. M.

For Inward Peace.

FOR a heart of calm repose
Amid the world's loud roar,

A life that like a river flows
Along a peaceful shore!

2 Come, Holy Spirit, still my heart
With gentleness divine;
Indwelling peace Thou canst impart :
O, make that blessing mine!

3 Above these scenes of storm and strife
There spreads a region fair;
Give me to live that higher life,
And breathe that heavenly air!

4 Come, Holy Spirit, breathe that peace!
That victory make me win!

Then shall my soul her conflict cease,
And find a heaven within.

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Thy Throne in

my Heart.

C. M.

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[By CHARLES WESLEY.]

FOR a heart to praise my God,

A heart from sin set free;

A heart that always feels Thy blood,
So freely spilt for me:—

2 A heart resign'd, submissive, meek,
My great Redeemer's throne;
Where only Christ is heard to speak, -
Where Jesus reigns alone.

3 O for a lowly, contrite heart,

Believing, true, and clean;

Which neither life nor death can part
From Him that dwells within:

4 A heart in every thought renew'd
And full of love divine;

Perfect, and right, and pure, and good,
A copy, Lord, of Thine.

[By ANTON ULRICH, Duke of Brunswick, 1667. Translated from the Ger

man by Catherine Winkworth.]

GOD, I long Thy light to see;
My God, I hourly think on Thee;

O draw me up, nor hide Thy face,
But help me from Thy holy place.
2 Remember that I am Thy child ;
Forgive whate'er my soul defiled;
Blot out my sins, that I may rise
Freely to Thee beyond the skies.

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3 Help me to love the world no more;
Be master of my house and store;
The shield of faith around me throw,
And break the arrows of my foe.
4 Fain would my heart henceforward be
Fix'd, O my God, alone on Thee;
That heart and soul by Thee possest,
May find in Thee their perfect rest.
Jacob's Prayer.

[By Rev. JOHN LOGAN, of Scotland; died in 1788, aged 40.J

GOD of Abram! by whose hand
Thy people still are fed

Who, through this weary pilgrimage,
Hast all our fathers led!

C. M.

2 Our vows, our prayers, we now present
Before Thy throne of grace:
God of our fathers, be the God
Of their succeeding race.

3 Through each perplexing path of life
Our wandering footsteps guide:
Give us each day our daily bread,
And raiment fit provide!

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4 O spread Thy covering wings around,
Till all our wanderings cease,

And at our Father's loved abode
Our feet arrive in peace!

God, our Help.

[By Dr. WATTS. Paraphrase of Psalm 90.]

GOD, our help in ages past,
Our hope for years to come,

C. M.

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Our shelter from the stormy blast,

And our eternal home :

2 Under the shadow of Thy throne
Still may we dwell secure ;
Sufficient is Thine arm alone,
And our defense is sure.

3 Before the hills in order stood,
Or earth received her frame,
From everlasting Thou art God,
To endless years the same.
4 A thousand ages, in Thy sight,
Are like an evening gone;

Short as the watch that ends the night,
Before the rising sun.

5 Time, like an ever-rolling stream,
Bears all its sons away;
They fly, forgotten, as a dream
Dies at the opening day.

6 The busy tribes of flesh and blood,
With all their cares and fears,
Are carried downward by the flood,
And lost in foll'wing years.

7 O God, our help in ages past,
Our hope for years to come;
Be Thou our guide while life shall last,
And our perpetual home!