709. 1. O THAT the Lord would guide my ways To keep his statutes still! O that my God would grant me grace 2. O, send thy Spirit down, to write Nor let my tongue indulge deceit, 3. From folly turn away my eyes; Within this soul of mine. 4. Direct my footsteps by thy word, Nor let my head, nor heart, nor hands, 6. In such society as this Our weary souls would rest; The man who dwells where Jesus is 534. 1. YE glittering toys of earth, adieu! A nobler choice be mine; A heavenly prize attracts my view, 2. Jesus, to multitudes unknown,— True wealth and honor meet. 3. Should earth's vain treasures all depart, Of this dear gift possessed, I'd clasp it to my joyful heart, 4. Dear portion of my soul's desires, 789. 1. NOT to the terrors of the Lord, Where milder words declare his will, 8. Behold the great, the glorious host 4. Behold the blest assembly there, Whose names are writ in heaven, 5. The saints on earth, and all the dead, 862. 1. GREAT God, the nations of the earth Are by creation thine; And in thy works, by all beheld, 2. But, Lord, thy greater love has sent Unveiling what rich stores of grace 3. O, when shall these glad tidings spread 4. Smile, Lord, on each divine attempt 690. 1. HOW oft, alas! this wretched heart Has wandered from the Lord! How oft my roving thoughts depart, Forgetful of his word! 2. Yet sovereign mercy calls, "Return;" Dear Lord, and may I come? My vile ingratitude I mourn; O, take the wanderer home. 3. And canst thou, wilt thou, yet forgive, 4. Thy pardoning love, so free, so sweet, Blest Saviour, I adore; O, keep me at thy sacred feet, 2. When from the dead he raised his Son, 3. What though our inbred sins require Our flesh to see the dust; Yet as the Lord our Saviour rose, 4. There's an inheritance divine 5. Saints by the power of God are kept Till the salvation come; We walk by faith as strangers here, 733. 1. IN trouble, and in grief, O God, Thy smile hath cheered my way; 2. The hours of pain have yielded good Which prosperous days refused; As herbs, though scentless when entire, Spread fragrance when they're bruised. 3. The oak strikes deeper, as its boughs By furious blasts are driven; So life's tempestuous storms the more Have fixed my heart in heaven. 4. All-gracious Lord, whate'er my lot In other times may be, I'll welcome still the heaviest grief That brings me near to thee. 1126. 1. BLEST be the everlasting God, 721. 1. AM I a soldier of the cross, Or blush to speak his name? 2. Must I be carried to the skies 3. Are there no foes for me to face? 4. Sure I must fight, if I would reign; 5. Thy saints in all this glorious war 6. When that illustrious day shall rise, And all thy armies shine In robes of victory through the skies, |