249. Desiring Conformity to Christ. C.M.

Beloved, now are we the sons of GOD, and it doth not yet appear what we shall be: but we know that, when he shall appear, we shall be like him; for we shall see him as he is. And every man that hath this hope in him purifieth himself, even as he is pure.-I JOHN iii. 2, 3.

O WHEN shall I like JESUS be,
In soul and body clean?
The true eternal Sabbath see,
A perfect rest from sin?

2 JESUS! the sinner's rest thou art,
From guilt, and fear, and pain;
While thou art absent from my heart,
I look for rest in vain!

3 The consolations of thy word
Have long my soul upheld;
The faithful promise of my Lord
Shall surely be fulfill'd.

4 To thee I look, Incarnate GOD,
Till thou thy work complete:
And sav'd by thine atoning blood
I fall before thy feet.

5 Thy great salvation I shall know,
And perfect liberty;

When free from all my chains below,
My soul ascends to thee..

6 Joining thy sheep in yonder fold,
Like them I shall rejoice;
Like them thy glory shall behold,
And hear my Shepherd's voice.

250. Desiring the Guidance of the Lord. 8-7.

In the day time also he led them with a cloud, and all the night with a light of fire. He clave the rocks in the wilderness, and gave them drink as out of the great depths.-PSALM lxxviii. 14, 15.

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JESUS, lead me by thy power,
Safe into thy promis'd rest:
my hiding place and refuge,
Let me lean upon thy breast;
Feed me with thy heavenly manna,
Bread that angels eat above;
Let me drink from thee, the fountain,
Draughts of " everlasting love."

2 Through the desert wild conduct me
With a glorious pillar bright,
In the day a cooling comfort,
And a cheering fire by night;
Be my guide in ev'ry peril,

Watch me hourly night and day;
Else my foolish heart will wander,"
From thy Spirit far away.

3 [Nothing can preserve my going,
But thy grace so full and free:
Nothing can my soul dishearten,
But my absence, Lord, from thee.

Nothing can delay my progress,
Nothing can disturb my rest,
If I can, whate'er the danger,
Lean my spirit on thy breast.]
4 In thy presence I am happy,
In thy presence I'm secure,
In thy presence all afflictions
I can cheerfully endure:
In thy presence I can conquer,
I can suffer, I can die;

Far from thee, I faint and languish;
O my SAVIOUR, keep me nigh!

251. Desiring an Increase of Grace. C.M.

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What shall we say then? shall we continue in sin, that
grace may abound? God forbid. How shall we,
dead to sin, live any longer therein ?-ROM. vi. 1, 2.

JESU, REDEEMER, gracious Lord,
How wond'rous is thy love;
Thy patience, pity, tenderness,
Which I each moment prove!

2 For Oh! how faithless is my mind,
How apt to turn aside,
And wander in its own deceits
Of reasoning and pride!

3 Yet, O my SAVIOUR, love me still
The poorest and the worst;

I know where sin, did once abound,
Thy grace aboundeth most.

4 Yet let me not thy grace abuse,
And sin because thou'rt good;
But fill mine inmost soul with shame,
That I thy love withstood.

5 On me, my King, exert thy pow'r,
Make old things pass away;

Transform, and draw my soul to thee
Still nearer every day.

6 Lord, let thy voice of mercy speak,
And give me ears to hear;

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Still love, forgive, and pity me,
And hear a sinner's prayer.

252. Desiring Hatred of Sin. L.M.

I find then a law, that, when I would do good, evil is present with me.-Rom. vii. 21.

O COULD I find some peaceful bower,
Where sin has neither place nor pow'r!
This traitor vile, I fain would shun,
But cannot from his presence run.

2 When to the Throne of Grace I flee,
Sin stands between my GoD and me;
Where'er I rove, where'er I rest,
I feel it working in my breast.

3 When I attempt to soar above,

To view the heights of JESUS' love; Sin seems with me to mount the skies, And veils his glory from mine eyes.

4 Lord, free me from this deadly foe, Which keeps my faith and hope so low; I long to dwell in heaven, my home, Where not one sinful thought can come.

253. Desiring Heaven. C. M.

For now we see through a glass, darkly; but then face to face.1 COR. Xiii. 12.

FATHER, I long, I faint to see
The place of thine abode:

I'd leave thine earthly courts, and flee
Up to thy seat, my God.

2 Here I by faith thy glory trace,
And 'tis a pleasing sight;

But to behold thee face to face
Is infinite delight.

3 I'd part with all the joys of sense
Το gaze upon thy throne;
Pleasure springs fresh for ever thence,
Unspeakable, unknown.

4 There at thy feet with awful fear
Adoring angels fall,

Saints cast their crowns of glory there
Before th' eternal All.

5 There I would vie with all the host
In duty and in bliss ;

His love alone should be my boast,
And all the glory his.