4 There is joy in Heaven!
There is joy in Heaven!
When the sheep that went astray
Turns again to virtue's way;
When the soul, by grace subdued,
Sobs its prayer of gratitude

Then is there joy in Heaven!

DEVOUT ASPIRATIONS AND AFFECTIONS.

38. C. M.

MRS STEELE.

Watchfulness and Prayer.

1 ALAS, what hourly dangers rise!
What snares beset my way!
To heaven then let me lift my eyes,
And hourly watch and pray.

2 How oft my mournful thoughts complain,
And melt in flowing tears!
My weak resistance, ah how vain!
How strong my foes and fears!

30 gracious God, in whom I live,
My feeble efforts aid,

Help me to watch, and pray, and strive,
Though trembling and afraid.

4 Increase my faith, increase my hope,
When foes and fears prevail;
And bear my fainting spirit up,
Or soon my strength will fail.

5 When strong temptations fright my heart,
Or lure my feet aside;

My God, thy powerful aid impart,
My guardian and my guide.

6 Still keep me in thy heavenly way,
And bid the tempter flee;

And never let me go astray
From happiness and thee.

39. L. M.

EPISCOPAL COL.

The Soul panting for God.

1 As, panting in the sultry beam,

The hart desires the cooling stream,

So to thy presence, Lord, I flee,
So longs my soul, O God, for thee;
Athirst to taste thy living grace,
And see thy glory, face to face.

2 But rising griefs distress my soul,
And tears on tears successive roll;
For many an evil voice is near,
To chide my wo, and mock my fear;
And silent memory weeps alone

O'er hours of peace and gladness flown.

3 For I have walked the happy round
That circles Zion's holy ground,
And gladly swelled the choral lays
That hymned my great Creator's praise,
What time the hallowed arches rung
Responsive to the solemn song.

4 Ah, why, by passing clouds opprest,
Should vexing thoughts distract thy breast?
Turn, turn to him in every pain,

Whom suppliants never sought in vain
Thy strength, in joy's ecstatic day,
Thy hope, when joy has passed away.

40.

7s M.

MONTGOMERY.

The Image of God.

1 FATHER of eternal grace,
Glorify thyself in me;
Meekly beaming in my face,
May the world thine image see.

2 Happy only in thy love,
Poor, unfriended, or unknown,
Fix my thoughts on things above,
Stay my heart on thee alone.

3 Humble, holy, all resigned
To thy will, thy will be done!
Give me, Lord, the perfect mind
Of thy well beloved Son.

4 Counting gain and glory loss,
May I tread the path he trod,
Die with Jesus on the cross,
Rise with him to thee, my God.
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Secret Communion with God.

1 FATHER of Jesus Christ, my Lord,
I humbly seek thy face;
Encouraged by the Saviour's word
To ask thy pardoning grace.

2 Far from the paths of men, to thee
I solemnly retire;

See thou, who dost in secret see,
And grant my heart's desire.

3 Thy grace I languish to receive,
The spirit of love and power;
Blameless before thy face to live,
To live and sin no more.

4 Fain would I all thy goodness feel,
And know my sins forgiven!
And do on earth thy perfect will,
As angels do in heaven.

Looking upward in Affliction.

1 God of my life, to thee I call,
Afflicted at thy feet I fall,

When the great water-floods prevail,
Leave not my trembling heart to fail!

2 Friend of the friendless, and the faint!
Where should I lodge my deep complaint,
Where but with thee, whose open door
Invites the helpless and the poor?

3 Did ever mourner plead with thee,
And thou refuse that mourner's plea?
Does not the word still fixed remain,
That none shall seek thy face in vain ?

4 That were a grief I could not bear,
Didst thou not hear and answer prayer;
But a prayer-hearing, answering God
Supports me under every load.

Learning, pleasure, wealth, and fame,
All cry out, 'It is not here!'
Not the wisdom of the wise
Can inform me where it lies,
Not the grandeur of the great
Can the bliss I seek create.

2 Lord, it is not life to live,
If thy presence thou deny ;.
Lord, if thou thy presence give,
"T is no longer death to die.
Source and giver of repose,
Singly from thy smile it flows;
Peace and happiness are thine,
Mine they are, if thou art mine.
3 Whilst I feel thy love to me,
Every object teems with joy;
Here, O may I walk with thee,
Then into thy presence die.
Let me but thyself possess,
Total sum of happiness!
Real bliss I then shall prove,

Heaven below and heaven above.

44.

C. P. M.

WESLEY.

For Divine Help.

1 HELP, Lord, to whom for help I fly,
And still my tempted soul stand by
Throughout the evil day!

The sacred watchfulness impart,
And keep the issues of my heart,
And stir me up to pray.

2 My soul with thy whole armour arm;
In each approach of sin alarm,

And shew the danger near! Surround, sustain, and strengthen me, And fill with godly jealousy,

And sanctifying fear.

3 Whene'er my careless hands hang down,
O let me see thy gathering frown,
And feel thy warning eye;
And starting, cry, from ruin's brink,
Save, Father, or I yield, I sink;
O save me, or I die!

4 In me thine utmost mercy show,
And make me like thy Son below,
Unblameable in grace;

Ready prepared and fitted here,
By perfect holiness, to appear
Before thy glorious face.

45.

C. M. WATTS.

A Prayer of the Afflicted. - Ps. 102. 1 HEAR me, O God, nor hide thy face, But answer lest I die:

Hast thou not built a throne of grace,
To hear when sinners cry y?

2 My days are wasted like the smoke
Dissolving in the air;

My strength is dried, my heart is broke,
And sinking in despair.

3 As on some lonely building's top,
The sparrow tells her moan,

Far from the tents of joy and hope,
I sit and grieve alone.

4 My locks like withered leaves appear;
And life's declining light
Grows faint as evening shadows are,
That vanish into night.

5 But thou forever art the same,
O my eternal God!

Ages to come shall know thy name,
And spread thy works abroad.

6 Thou wilt arise, and show thy face,
Nor will my Lord delay

Beyond the appointed hour of grace,
That long expected day.

7 He hears his saints, he knows their cry, And by mysterious ways

Redeems the prisoners doomed to die,
And fills their tongues with praise.