CHRISTIAN PERFECTION.
24o BREMEN. C. P. M.
Titos. HASTINGS.
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77/c' /!/</(? ?'« heart shall see God. C. P. M.
I Saviour, on me the grace bestow,
That, with thy children, I may know
My sins on earth forgiven;
(live me to prove the kingdom mine,
And taste, in holiness divine,
The happiness of heaven.
2 Me with that restless thirst inspire,
That sacred, infinite desire,
And feast my hungry heart;
Less than thyself cannot suffice;
My soul for all thy fullness cries,
for all thou hast and art.
3 Tesus, the crowning grace impart;
Bless me with purity of heart,
That, now beholding thee,
I soon may view thy open face,
On all thy glorious beauties gaze,
And God forever see.
Charles Wes ley.
Dorohgy. C. P. M.
To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,
Be praise amid the heavenly host,
And in the church below;
From whom all creatures fhaw their breath,
By whom redemption blessed the earth,
irom whom all comforts flow
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24G Power over Temptation. C P. M.
I Help, Lord, to whom for help I fly,
And still my tempted soul stand by
Throughout the evil flay;
The sacred watchfulness impart,
And keep the issues of my heart,
Antl stir me up to pray.
2 My soul with thy whole armor arm;
In each approach of sin alarm,
And show the danger near:
Surround, sustain, and strengthen me,
.And fill with godly jealousy
And sanctifying fear.
3 Whene'er my careless hands hang down,
I ) let me see thy gathering frown,
And feel thy warning eve;
And, starting, cry from ruin's brink
"Save, Jesus, or I yield, I sink;
I ) save me, or I die."
4 If near the pit I rashly stray.
Before I wholly fall away,
The keen Conviction dart;
Recall nn- by that pitying look,
That kind, upbraiding glance, which broke
Unfaithful Peters heart.
C. Wesley.
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