Book of Hymns for Public and Private Devotion Part 38

1 My G.o.d, my strength, my hope, On Thee I cast my care, With humble confidence look up, And know Thou hear'st my prayer.

Give me on Thee to wait, Till I can all things do; On Thee, almighty to create, Almighty to renew.

2 I want a sober mind, A self-renouncing will, That tramples down and casts behind The baits of pleasing ill; A soul inured to pain, To hards.h.i.+p, grief, and loss, Bold to take up, firm to sustain, The consecrated cross.

3 I want a G.o.dly fear, A quick-discerning eye, That looks to Thee when sin is near, And bids the tempter fly; A spirit still prepared, And armed with jealous care, Forever standing on its guard, And watching unto prayer.

4 I want a true regard, A single, steady aim, Unmoved by threatening or reward, To Thee and Thy great name; This blessing above all, Always to pray, I want: Out of the deep on Thee to call, And never, never faint.

5 I rest upon Thy word; The promise is for me; My succor and salvation, Lord, Shall surely come from Thee; But let me still abide, Nor from my hope remove, Till Thou my patient spirit guide Into Thy perfect love.

226. 7s. M. Montgomery.

The Soul Thirsting for G.o.d.

1 As the hart, with eager looks, Panteth for the water-brooks, So my soul, athirst for Thee, Pants the living G.o.d to see; When, O, when, without a fear, Lord, shall I to Thee draw near?

2 Why art thou cast down, my soul?

G.o.d, thy G.o.d, shall make thee whole; Why art thou disquieted?

G.o.d shall lift thy fallen head, And His countenance benign Be the saving health of thine.

227. S. M. Montgomery.

Seeking Rest.

1 O, where shall rest be found, Rest for the weary soul?

'Twere vain the ocean depths to sound, Or pierce to either pole:

2 The world can never give The rest for which we sigh; 'Tis not the whole of life to live, Nor all of death to die.

3 In Thee we end our quest; Alone are found in Thee The life of perfect love,--the rest Of immortality.

228. C. M. C. Wesley.

There Remaineth a Rest for the People of G.o.d.

1 Lord, I believe a rest remains, To all Thy people known; A rest where pure enjoyment reigns, And Thou art loved alone.

2 A rest, where all our soul's desire Is fixed on things above; Where fear, and sin, and grief expire, Cast out by perfect love.

3 O, that I now that rest might know, Believe, and enter in; Now, Father, now the power bestow, And let me cease from sin.

4 Remove all hardness from my heart, All unbelief remove; To me the rest of faith impart, The sabbath of Thy love.

229. S. M. C. Wesley.

Desire for Holiness.

1 That blessed law of Thine, Father, to me impart;-- The Spirit's law of life divine, O, write it in my heart!

2 Implant it deep within, Whence it may ne'er remove,-- The law of liberty from sin, The perfect law of love.

3 Thy nature be my law, Thy spotless sanct.i.ty, And sweetly every moment draw My happy soul to Thee.

230. C. P. M. Anonymous.

Self-Renunciation.

1 O Lord! how happy should we be, If we could leave our cares to Thee, If we from self could rest, And feel at heart that One above, In perfect wisdom, perfect love, Is working for the best.

2 For when we kneel and cast our care Upon our G.o.d in humble prayer, With strengthened souls we rise; Sure that our Father, who is nigh To hear the ravens when they cry, Will hear His children's cries.

3 O, may these trustless hearts of ours The lesson learn from birds and flowers, And learn from self to cease,-- Leave all things to our Father's will, And, on His mercy, leaning still, Find, in each trial, peace!

231. S. M. Montgomery.

Forever with the Lord.

1 Forever with the Lord!

So, Father, let it be; Life from the dead is in that word, 'Tis immortality.

2 Here in the body pent, Absent from Thee I roam; Yet nightly pitch my moving tent A day's march nearer home.

3 My Father's house on high!