O for a lowly, contrite heart,
Believing, true, and clean;

Which neither life nor death can part
From him that dwells within :

A heart in every thought renewed,
And full of love divine;

Perfect, and right, and pure, and good,
A copy, Lord, of thine.

Fruit of thy gracious lips, on me
Bestow that peace unknown;
The hidden manna, and the tree
Of life, and the white stone.

Thy nature, gracious Lord, impart;
Come quickly from above;
Write thy new name upon my heart,
Thy new, best name of love.

Hatred of Sin.

HOLY Lord God! I love thy truth,

Nor dare thy least commandinent slight;
Yet pierced by sin, the serpent's tooth,
I mourn the anguish of the bite.

But though the poison lurks within,
Hope bids me still with patience wait;
Till death shall set me free from sin,
Free from the only thing I hate.

Had I a throne above the rest,

Where angels and archangels dwell, One sin, unslain, within my breast,

Would make that heaven as dark as hell.

The prisoner sent to breathe fresh air,
And blessed with liberty again,

Would mourn were he condemned to wear

One link of all his former chain.

But oh no foe invades the bliss,

Where glory crowns the Christian's head:

One view of Jesus as he is,

Will strike all sin for ever dead.

Longing for Heaven.

O WHEN shall I see Jesus,

And reign with him above; Aud from that flowing fountain Drink everlasting love?

When shall I be delivered

From this vain world of sin, And with my blessed Jesus, Drink endless pleasures in?

But now I am a soldier,
My Captain's gone before,
He's given me my orders,

And bid me not give d'er;

And since he has proved faithful,

A righteous crown he'll give, And all his valiant soldiers Eternal life shall have.

Through grace I am determined
To conquer, though I die;
And then away to Jesus,

On wings of love I'll fly.
Farewell to sin and sorrow,
I bid you all adieu;
Then O my friends prove faithful,

And on your way pursue.

Whene'er you meet with troubles

And trials on your way,
O cast your care on Jesus,
And don't forget to pray.
Gird on the heavenly armour
Of faith, and hope, and love;
Then, when the combat's ended,
He'll carry you above.

Self-consecration.

LORD, in the strength of grace,
With a glad heart and free,

Myself, my residue of days,
I consecrate to thee.

Thy ransomed servant, I
Restore to thee thine own;

And from this moment live or die
To serve my God alone.

The Garden-Hymn.

THE Lord into his garden comes,
The spices yield their rich perfumes,
The lilies grow and thrive;
Refreshing showers of grace divine,
From Jesus flow to every vine,
And make the dead revive.

This makes the dry and barren ground In springs of water to abound,

And fruitful soil become;

The desert blossoms like the rose,
When Jesus conquers all his foes,

And makes his people one.

The glorious time is rolling on,
The gracious work is now begun,
My soul a witness is;

Come taste and see the pardon free
To all mankind, as well as me;

Who comes to Christ may live.

The worst of sinners here may find
A Saviour pitiful and kind,

Who will them all relieve:

None are too late if they repent;

Out of one sinner legions went,
Jesus did him receive.

Come, brethren, you that love the Lord, Who taste the sweetness of his word,

In Jesus' ways go on;

Our troubles and our trials here,

Will only make us richer there,
When we arrive at home.

We feel that heaven is now begun,
It issues from the shining throne,
From Jesus' throne on high;

It comes like floods, we can't contain,
We drink, and drink, and drink again,
And yet we still are dry.

But when we come to reign above,
And all surround the throne of love,
We'll drink a full supply;

Jesus will lead his armies through,
To living fountains where they flow,
That never will run dry.

There we shall reign, and shout, and sing, And make the upper regions ring,

When all the saints get home;

Come on, come on, my brethren dear,
Soon we shall meet together, there,

For Jesus bids us come.