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God my Support.
Let the world despise and leave me :
They have left my Saviour too ;
Still I keep my God in view;
God of wisdom, love, and might,
With thy presence all is bright.
Go, then, earthly fame and treasure,
Come disaster, scorn, and pain, In thy service pain is pleasure,
With thy favor loss is gain.
I have called thee Abba, Father,
I have set my heart on thee : Storms may howl and clouds may gather,
All must work for good to me.
Soul, then know thy full devotion,
Rise o'er sin and fear, and care ; Joy to find in every station
Something still to do or bear.
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,
Soon shall pass thy pilgrim days, Hope shall change to glad fruition, Faith to sight, and prayer to praise.
Altered from Edinburgh Sacred Poetry.
For Christian Principles.
On thee I cast my care,
And know thou hear'st my prayer.
Till I can all things do ;
Almighty to renew.
I want a sober mind,
A self renouncing will,
The baits of pleasing ill;
To hardship, grief and loss,
The consecrated cross.
I want a godly fear,
That looks to thee when sin is near,
And sees the tempter fly;
And armed with jealous care,
And watching unto prayer.
I want a true regard,
A single, steady aim,
To thee and thy great name;
And glorify thy grace.
I rest upon thy word;
The promise is for me:
Shall surely come from thee:
For Guardianship and Guidance.
O thou, to whose all-searching sight
If in this darksome wild I stray,
No foes, no violence I fear,
If rough and thorny be the way,
The Christian Pilgrim.
Pilgrim, burden'd with thy sin,
Come the way to Zion's gate ; There, till mercy speaks within,
Knock and weep, and watch and wait, Knock-he knows the sinner's cry,
Weep-he loves the mourners tears, Watch, for saving grace is nigh,
Wait till heavenly grace appears.
Hark; it is thy Saviour's voice,
. Welcome, pilgrim, to thy rest.' Now within the gate rejoice,
Safe and owned, and bought and blessed.
Safe- from all the lures of vice,
Own'd by joys the contrite know, Bought by love, and life the prize,
Blest the mighty debt to owe
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,
Uttered or unexprest;
That trembles in the breast.
Prayer is the burthen of a sigh,
The falling of a tear;
When none but God is near.
Prayer is the simplest form of speech
That infant lips can try;
The Majesty on high.
The christian's native air,
He enters beaven by prayer. Prayer is the contrite sinner's voice,
Returning from his ways;