God my Support. Let the world despise and leave me : And whilst thou shalt smile upon me, Go, then, earthly fame and treasure, I have called thee Abba, Father, Oh! 'tis not in grief to harm me, Soul, then know thy full devotion, Think what spirit dwells within thee, Think what Father's smiles are thine; Think that Jesus died to save thee, Child of heaven, canst thou repine? Haste thee on from grace to glory. Arm'd by faith and winged by prayer, Heaven's eternal day before thee; God's own hand shall guide thee there. Soon shall close thy earthly mission, For Christian Principles. My God, my strength my hope, With humble confidence look up, I want a sober mind, A soul inured to pain, To hardship, grief and loss, I want a godly fear, That looks to thee when sin is near, And armed with jealous care, I want a true regard, A For thine immortal praise; pure And glorify thy grace. I rest upon thy word; Nor from my hope remove, Till thou my patient spirit guide Into thy perfect love. Wesley's Col. For Guardianship and Guidance. O thou, to whose all-searching sight If in this darksome wild I stray, No foes, no violence I fear, No fraud, while thou, my God, art near. When rising floods my soul o'erflow, And raise my head, and cheer my heart. If rough and thorny be the way, Moravian. The Christian Pilgrim. Pilgrim, burden'd with thy sin, Knock and weep, and watch and wait, Wait till heavenly grace appears. Hark; it is thy Saviour's voice, Now within the gate rejoice, Safe and owned, and bought and blessed. Safe-from all the lures of vice, Bought by love, and life the prize, Holy pilgrim, what for thee In a world like this remains? From thy guarded breast shall flee Fear and shame, and doubt and pains. Fear-the hope of heaven shall flee, Shame-from glory's view retire, Doubt-in full belief shall die, Pain-in endless bliss expire. Crabbe. Prayer. Prayer is the soul's sincere desire, Prayer is the burthen of a sigh, The upward glancing of an eye, Prayer is the simplest form of speech Prayer the sublimest strains that reach Prayer is the christian's vital breath, His watchword at the gates of death; Prayer is the contrite sinner's voice, |