- He comes!-I deeper sink in shame, I love and venerate his name,

And wish to love him more;

O, for a flaming seraph's zeal!

Oh, for that warmth which angels feel! Like them I'd live, like them I'd love, like them I

Now, let me from this world retire,
To thee, my God, my thoughts aspire,
O let me feel and taste thy love,
And seek my happiness above.

2 Nothing will suit my present case
But some fresh token of thy grace;
All earthly things are vain and vile
If I can not enjoy thy smile.

3 In vain, to cheer this soul of mine,
I taste or drink the richest wine;
In vain, for my support, I eat
The finest bread, the choicest meat.

Amidst ten thousand blessings, I
Complain, lament, yea tire, and die;
Nor can I find one resting spot,
For all is vain where God is not.

5 In vain the stars adorn the skies,
In vain the sun more glorious rise,
The whole creation tries in vain
My drooping spirits to sustain.

6 Without thy presence earth is hell:

My though s must still in sadness dwell
Till I can see Immanuel's face;

I'm all undone without his grace.

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CXXXI.

And Enoch walked with God. - Genesis v. 24.

1 LIKE Enoch I would seek to be,

Lord, keep me in thy fear;
Like Enoch I would walk with thee,
And find thee ever near.

2 Like him I'd reverence thy name,
And fix my thoughts above;
Like his, my zeal would burn and flame;
Like his, my soul would love.

3 Like him, I'd keep the road to heav'n
By faith in Jesus' blood;

Like him, I'd know my sins forgiv'n,
And freely talk with God.

4 O for an Enoch's frame of mind,
An holy, humble heart;

O for a will, like his, resign'd

Beneath my every sinart.

5 Like him I'd hope, like him believe, And tread the tempter down;

Like him I'd conquer, and receive
A rich, immortal crown.

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Lord, help me to address thy throne,
To pray as Enoch did;

And shower these needed blessings down
Upon my guilty head.

CXXXII.

Remember me, O Lord, with the favor that thou bearest unto thy People; O visit me with thy Salvation, that I may see the good of thy Chosen; that I may rejoice in the gladness of thy Nation.-Psalm cvi. 4, 5.

REMEMBER me, thou great I AM,
Thou Holy, Just, and Wise;
Remember me, thou bleeding Lamb,
And hearken to my cries.

Thou art my Refuge and my Tower,
O let me see thy face!

Shew me thy glory and thy power,
And feed me with thy grace.

Thou dost to thine own people show
The wonders of thy love;
Such favors, Lord, on me bestow,
And fix my thoughts above.

Jesus, on thee alone I'd rest,
As thine own people do;
O let me lean upon thy breast,

And hold thee in my view!

Yes, for my eyes would ever gaze

On beauty so divine;

My heart with love would burn and blaze,

And be for ever thine.

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6 Now let thy smiling face appear,
And make my comfort strong;
So shall I love, and hope, and fear,
And praise thee in my song.

7 Bring thy salvation to my sight,
And let my heart rejoice
With those in whom my soul delight,
The people of thy choice.

8 How dear are all thy saints to me,
O let their joys abound!
Bless them, my God, and let me be
In that blest number found.

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CXXXIII*.

1 Is this thy will, and must I be
A living witness, Lord, for thee?
Must I thy wond'rous love record,
And spread thy praises far abroad?

2 Must I to all thy saints unfold
The things which thou to me hast told?
And shall the eyes of sinners see
What thou hast done for worthless me.

3 Wilt thou no longer me excuse,
And wilt thou frown if I refuse?
O let me have thy presence still,
And I'll submit to all thy will!

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Make thou my path of duty plain,
And let thine arm my soul sustain;
Give me new strength, new courage here,
And fill my soul with holy fear.

To thee I dedicate the whole,

Thine is my heart, and thine my soul;
Bless what my feeble hand hath wrought,
And take the praise of every thought.

Wilt thou, dear Lord, thine handmaid own?
Her offering with ACCEPTANCE crown?
Thy glory is her humble aim:-
ETERNAL GLORY TO THY NAME!

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