That off'ring, Lord, with joy we bring,
Which thine own hand prepar'd.

2 We own thy various claim,
And to thine altar move:
The willing victims of thy grace,
And bound with cords of love.

3. Descend, celestial fire,
The sacrifice inflame;

So shall a grateful odour rise
Through our Redeemer's name.

BY

WALKING WITH GOD.

CCIV. L. M.

NEWTON.

Walking with God. Gen. v. 24.

Y faith in Christ I walk with God, With heav'n, my journey's end, in view, Supported by his staff and rod,

My road is safe and pleasant too.

2 I travel through a desert wide,

Where many round me blindly stray;
But he vouchsafes to be my guide,
And keeps me in the narrow way.

3 Though snares and dangers throng my path, And earth and hell my course withstand; I trumph over all by faith,

Guarded by his Almighty hand.

4 The wilderness affords no food,

But God for my support prepares; Provides me ev'ry needful good,

And frees my soul from wants and cares.

5 With him sweet converse I maintain, Great as he is, I dare be free;

I tell him all my grief and pain,
And he reveals his love to me.

6 Some cordial from his word he brings,
Whene'er my feeble spirit faints;
At once my soul revives and sings,
And yields no more to sad complaints.
I pity all the worldling's talk

Of pleasures that will quickly end;
Be this my choice, O Lord, to walk

With thee, my guide, my guard, my friend. LAMENTING THE ABSENCE OF JESUS. CCV. L. M. P.

Thou didst hide thy face, &c. Psalm xxx.7.
HOW long and tedious are the days,
In which my Jesus does not show
His smiling face, his cheering rays,
Nor give my soul his love to know.
2 In vain do all things here below,
Without my God attempt to give
That happiness I long to know;
Without my God I cannot live.

3 Each day's a year, each year's an age,
When my Redeemer is withdrawn :
Then darkness and temptations rage,
And comfort is a guest unknown.

4 But while my soul thus mourning lies,
And longs to see her Saviour's face,
He speaks; and at his voice I rise,
And in his strength pursue my race.
CCVI. L. M. WATTS.

Living and dying with God present.
CANNOT bear thine absence, Lord;
My life expires if thou depart;

Be thou, my heart, still near my God, And thou, my God, be near my heart. 2 I was not born for earth or sin,

Nor can I live on things so vile: Yet I will stay my Father's time,

And hope and wait for heav'n a while. 3 Then dearest Lord, in thine embrace, Let me resign my fleeting breath; And, with a smile upon my face Pass the important hour of death.

HIS WARFARE.

CCVII. L. M.

CRUTTENDEN.

Sin and holiness. Gal. v. 17.

WHAT jarring natures dwell within,

A man of grace, a man of sin !
Nor this can reign, nor that prevail,
Though each by turns my heart assail.
2 Now I complain, and groan, and die,
Now raise my songs of triumph high,
Sing a rebellious passion slain,
Or mourn to feel it live again.

3 One happy hour beholds me rise,
Borne upwards to my native skies,
While faith assists my soaring flight
To realms of joy, and worlds of light.

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4 Scarce a few hours or minutes roll, Ere earth reclaims my captive soul; I feel its sympathetic force,

And headlong urge my downward course. 5 How short the joys thy visits give; How long thine absence, Lord, I grieve!

What clouds obscure my rising sun,
Or intercept its rays at noon!
6 [Again the spirit lifts his sword,
And power divine attends the word;
I feel the aid its comforts yield,

And vanquish'd passions quit the field.
7 Great God assist me through the fight,
Make me triumphant in thy might
Thou the desponding heart canst raise,
The vict'ry mine, and thine the praise.
CCVIII. L. M. NEW SELEC.

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Complaining the good that I would, I do not. Rom. vii. 19

1 WHAT strange commotions work within, The latent principles of sin;

My nature, all deprav'd, will rise
And often takes me by surprise.
2 Like lurking poison in my heart,
Or an envenom'd deadly dart,
And like a strong man arm'd, it tries
To muster all its strength and rise.
3 The things I would not, them I do,
I love and hate the action too;
I sin, repent,-resolve again-
But all my strength I find in vain.
4 Whence this unequal, constant war?
I do the things I most abhor;
I feel an unabating fight

Where'er I be, by day or night.
5 Ye aged saints, what must I do?
Were ever times so dark with you?
My soul is tortur'd with dismay,
Lest I should prove a cast away.-

6. "This is the general lot of all, "And was the daily grief of Paul; "This body both of sin and death, "Will war till we resign our breath. 7" Then bless the dear Redeemer's name, "Though every Christian feels the same; "The spirit wars against the flesh, “And Jesus conquers by his grace." COMPLAINING OF INCONSTANCY. CCIX. L. M. BEDDOME. Complaining of inconstancy.

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THE

HE wand'ring star, and fleeting wind,
Both represent th' unstable mind :
The morning cloud and early dew
Bring our inconstancy to view.

2 But cloud, and wind, and dew and star,
Faint and imperfect emblems are;
Nor can there aught in nature be
So fickle and so false as we.

3 Our outward walk, and inward frame,
Scarce through a single hour the same;
We vow, and straight our vows forget,
And then these very vows repeat.

4 We sin forsake, to sin return,

Are hot, are cold, now freeze, now burn,
In deep distress, then raptures feel,
-We soar to heaven, then sink to hell.
5 With flowing tears, Lord, we confess
Our folly and unsteadfastness;

When shall these hearts more fixed be!
Fix'd by thy grace, and fix'd for thee?