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Duties

Hymnal: BW1867 #208 (1867) Meter: 6.6.8.6 First Line: A charge to keep I have Lyrics: 1 A charge to keep I have, A God to glorify; A never-dying soul to save, And fit it for the sky: 2 From youth to hoary age, My calling to fulfil: O may it all my powers engage To do my Master's will. 3 Arm me with jealous care, As in Thy sight to live; And oh! Thy servant, Lord, prepare A strict account to give. 4 Help me to watch and pray, And on Thyself rely; Assured, if I my trust betray, I shall for ever die. Topics: Self-Consecration Languages: English
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Lord, my God, I long to know

Hymnal: BW1867 #209 (1867) Lyrics: 1 Lord, my God, I long to know, Oft it causes anxious thought, Do I love Thee, Lord, or no? Am I Thine, or am I not? 2 Could my heart so hard remain, Prayer a task and burden prove, Any duty give pain, If I knew a Saviour's love? 3 When I turn mine eyes within, Oh how dark, and vain, and wild! Prone to unbelief and sin, Can I deem myself thy child? 4 Yet I mourn my stubborn will, Find my sin a grief and thrall: Should I grief for what I feel If I did not love at all? 5 Could I love thy saints to meet, Choose the ways I once abhorred, Find at times the promise sweet, If I did not love Thee, Lord? 6 Saviour, let me love Thee more, If I love at all, I pray; If I have not loved before, Help me to begin to-day. Topics: Self -Examination Languages: English
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Thou great, mysterious, God unknown

Hymnal: BW1867 #210 (1867) Lyrics: 1 Thou great, mysterious, God unknown, Whose love hath gently led me on E'en from my infant days; Mine inmost soul expose to view, And tell me if I ever knew Thy justifying grace. 2 If I have only known Thy fear, And followed with a heart sincere Thy drawing from above, Now, now the farther grace bestow, And let my sprinkled conscience know Thy sweet forgiving love. 3 Short of Thy love I would not stop, A stranger to the gospel hope, The sense of sin forgiven; I would not, Lord, my soul deceive, Without Thine inward witness live, That antepast of heaven. 4 If now the witness were in me, Would He not testify of thee, In Jesus reconcil'd? And should I not with faith draw nigh, And boldly, Abba, Father, cry, I know myself Thy child? 5 Ah! never let Thy servant rest, Till, of my part in Christ possessed, I on Thy mercy feed: Unworthy of the crumbs that fall, Yet raised by Him who died for all, To eat the children's bread. 6 Whate'er obstructs Thy pardoning love, Or sin, or righteousness, remove, Thy glory to display; My heart of unbelief convince, And now absolve me from my sins, And take them all away. Topics: Self -Examination Languages: English
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Self-Examination

Hymnal: BW1867 #211 (1867) Meter: 8.8.8.8 First Line: What strange perplexities arise! Lyrics: 1 What strange perplexities arise! What anxious fears and jealousies! What crowds in doubtful light appear! How few, alas, approved and clear! 2 And what am I? My soul, awake, And an impartial survey take, Does no dark sign, no ground of fear, In practice or in heart appear? 3 What image does my spirit bear? Is Jesus formed and living there? Say, do His lineaments divine In thought, and word, and action shine? 4 Searcher of hearts, oh search me still: The secrets of my soul reveal; My fears remove; let me appear To God and mine own conscience clear! Topics: Self -Examination Languages: English
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Oh that the Lord would guide my ways

Hymnal: BW1867 #212 (1867) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 Oh that the Lord would guide my ways, To keep His statutes still! Oh that my God would grant me grace, To know and do His will! 2 Order my footsteps by Thy word, And make my heart sincere; Let sin have no dominion, Lord, But keep my conscience clear. 3 Assist my soul, too apt to stray, A stricter watch to keep; And should I e'er forget Thy way, Restore Thy wandering sheep. 4 Make me to walk in Thy commands; 'Tis a delightful road: Nor let my head or heart or hands, Offend against my God. Topics: Longing After Holiness Languages: English
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Love divine, all love excelling

Hymnal: BW1867 #213 (1867) Lyrics: 1 Love divine, all loves excelling, Joy of heaven to earth come down! Fix in me Thy humble dwelling, All Thy faithful mercies crown; Jesus, Thou art all compassion, Pure, unbounded love Thou art; Visit me with Thy salvation. Enter Thou my trembling heart! 2 Breathe, oh breathe Thy loving Spirit Full into my troubled breast! Let me all in Thee inherit; Let me find Thy promised rest. Take away the love of sinning; Omega and Alpha be, End of faith, as its beginning, Set my heart at liberty. 3 Come, Almighty to deliver; Let us all Thy life receive! Suddenly return, and never, Never more Thy temple leave! Thee I would be always blessing, Serve Thee as Thy hosts above; Pray, and praise Thee without ceasing, Glory in Thy perfect love. 4 Finish then Thy new creation, Pure, unspotted may I be; Let me see Thy great salvation Perfectly restored by Thee! Changed from glory into glory, Till in heaven I take my place, Till I cast our crowns before Thee, Lost in wonder, love, and praise! Topics: Longing After Holiness Languages: English
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My God! permit me not to be

Hymnal: BW1867 #214 (1867) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 My God! permit me not to be A stranger to myself and Thee; Amidst a thousand thoughts I rove, Forgetful of my highest love. 2 Why should my passions mix with earth, And thus debase my heavenly birth? Why should I cleave to things below, And all my purest joys forego? 3 Call me away from flesh and sense; Thy grace, I Lord, can draw me thence; I would obey the voice divine, And all inferior joys resign. 4 Be earth, with all her cares, withdrawn; Let noise and vanity be gone; In secret silence of the mind, My heaven, and there my God, I find. Topics: Longing After Holiness Languages: English
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How vain are all things here below!

Hymnal: BW1867 #215 (1867) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 How vain are all things here below! How false, and yet how fair! Each pleasure hath its poison too, And every sweet a snare. 2 The brightest things below the sky Give but a flattering light; We should suspect some danger nigh Where we possess delight. 3 Our dearest joys, and nearest friends, The partners of our blood, How they divide our wavering minds, And leave but half for God! 4 The fondness of a creature's love, How strong it strikes the sense! Thither the warm affections move, Nor can we call them thence. 5 Dear Saviour, let Thy beauties be My soul's eternal food; And grace command my heart away From all created good. Topics: Longing After Holiness Languages: English
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Alas! and did my Saviour bleed

Hymnal: BW1867 #216 (1867) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 Alas! and did my Savior bleed, And did my Sovereign die? Would He devote that sacred head For such a worm as I? 2 Was it for crimes that I have done He groaned upon the tree? Amazing pity! grace unknown! And love beyond degree! 3 Well might the sun in darkness hide, And shut his glories in, When Christ, the mighty Maker, died For man the creature's sin! 4 Thus might I hide my blushing face While His dear cross appears, Dissolve my heart in thankfulness, And melt my eyes to tears. 5 But drops of grief can ne'er repay The debt of love I owe; Here, Lord, I give myself away: 'Tis all that I can do. Topics: Self-Abasement Languages: English
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Oh could I find some peaceful bower

Hymnal: BW1867 #217 (1867) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 O could I find some peaceful bower, Where sin has neither place nor power; This traitor vile, I fain would shun, But cannot from his presence run. 2 When to the throne of grace I flee, He stands between my God and me, Where'er I rove, where'er I rest, I feel him working in my breast. 3 When I attempt to soar above, To view the heights of Jesus' love; This monster seems to mount the skies, And veils my Saviour to mine eyes. 4 Lord, free me from this deadly foe, Which keeps my faith and hope so low; I long to dwell in heaven, my home, Where not one sinful thought can come. Topics: Self-Abasement Languages: English

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