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5 The tongue, that most unruly power,
Requires a strong restraint;
We must be watchful every hour,
And pray, but never faint.
6 Lord, can a feeble helpless worm
Fulfil a task so hard?
Thy grace must all my work perform,
And give the free reward.
Hymn 2:162
Meditation of heaven;
or, The joy of faith.
1 My thoughts surmount these lower skies
And look within the veil;
There springs of endless pleasure rise,
The waters never fail.
2 There I behold with sweet delight
The blessed Three in One;
And strong affections fix my sight
On God's incarnate Son.
3 His promise stands for ever firm,
His grace shall ne'er depart;
He binds my name upon his arm,
And seals it on his heart.
4 Light are the pains that' nature brings,
How short our sorrows are,
When with eternal future things,
The present we compare!
5 I would not be a stranger still
To that celestial place,
Where I for ever hope to dwell
Near my Redeemer's face.
Hymn 2:163.
Complaint of desertion and temptations.
1 Dear Lord, behold our sore distress;
Our sins attempt to reign;
Stretch out thine arm of conquering grace,
And let thy foes be slain.
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