36.

L. M.
I ask not wealth, nor pomp, nor pow'r,
Nor the vain ploasures of an hour;
My soul aspires to nobler things,

Than all the pride and state of kings. 2 One thing I ask, and wilt thou hear,

And grant my soul a gift so dear?
Wisdom, descending from above,

The choicest token of thy love.
3 Wisdom, betimes to know the Lord,

To foar his name and keep his word,
To lead my feet in paths of truth,
And guide and guard my wand'ring youth.
37.

7'8,
Come, my soul, thy suit prepare,
Jesus loves tu answer prayer;
He himself has bid thee pray,

Therefore will not say thee nay: 2 Thou art coming to a king,

Large petitions with thee bring :
For his graca and pow'r die such,

None can ever ask too much. 3 Lord, I come to thçe for rest,

Take possession of my breast;
There thy sor reign right maintain,
And without a rival reign.

38.

C. M. I want a principle within,

Of jealous, godly fear; A sensibility of sin,

A pain to feel it noar.
a That I from thee no more may part,

No more thy goodness grieve :
The filial awe, the fleshly heart,

The tender conscience give. j. 3 Quick as the apple of an eye,

O God, my conscience make;
Awake my soul when sin is nigh,

And keep it still awake.
4 O may the least omission pain

My wes-instructed soul;
And drive me to the blood again,

Which makes the wounded whole.

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39.

C. M.
GREAT God, my sinful heart control,

From bondage set me free;
Let sov'reign grace new mould my hea il

And form its powers for thee. 2 In wisdom's path direct my feet,

'Tis a delightful way;
And if new trials I should meet,
Ranewed strength convey.

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3 Upright and just be all my views,

My thougths and words sincere ;
Strict holiness my fixed choice,
And sin my constant fear.
40.

8, 7. Teacher, guide of young beginners,

Let a child approach to thee;
Thee, vho cam'st to ransom sinners,

Thei, who diedst tc ransom me.
Into try protection take me,

Full of goodness as thou art,
After thine own image make me,

Make me after thine own heart.

2 Exercise the potter's power

Over this unshapen clay; Call me in the morning hour;

Teach my youthful mind the With a tender awe inspire,

That I never more niay rove The faint spark of good desire

Blow into a flame of love.

41.
Jesus, my Saviour and my Lor

To thee I lift mine eyes;
Toach and 19truct me by thyr

And make me truly wiso.

2 Make me to kaow and understand

Thy wholo revealed will ;
Fain would I learn to comprehend

Thy love more clearly still,
3 Help me to read this volume o'er,

With new and fresh dolight: Help me to love its author more ;

To seek thee day and night. 4 O let it purify my heart,

And guide nie all my days ;
Its wonders, Lord, to me impart,
And thou shalt have tho praise.
42.

8,8 @ Our Father, whose eternal sway The brigiit angelic hosts obey,

O lend a pitying ear!
When on tky awful name we call,
And at thy feet submissive fali,

O condescend to hear !
2 Far may thy glorious reign extend,
May rebels to thy sceptre bend,

And yield to soy'reign love!
May we take pleasure to fulfil
'l'ho sacred dictates of thy will,

As angels do above! 3 From thy kind hand each temp'ral grod, Our raiment and our daily food,

In rich abundanco come.

Lord, give us still a fresh supply!
If thou withhold thy hand, we die,

And fill the silent tomb. 4 Pardon our sins, O God, that riso, And call for vengeance from the skios;

And while we are forgiven, Grant that revenge may never rest, And malice harbour in that breast

That feels the love of heaven.
5 Protect us in the dangerous hour,
And from the wily tempter's power

O set ouï spirits free'
And if temptations should assail,
May mighty grace o'er ali prevail,

And lead our hearts to thee!
6 Thine is the power; to thee belongs
The constant tribute of our songs;

All giory to thy name!
Let every creature join our lays,
In one resounding act of praise,

Thy wonders to proclaim !

43.

8, 7. Jesus, Lord of life and glory,

Friend of children, hear our lays; Ilumbly would our souls adore thee,

Sing thy name in hymns of praise,