Thou canst, thou wilt my helper be; 4 While still to thee for help I call, 5 Wherefore in never-ceasing pray'r, 1 Assur'd that thou through life wilt save, Winter.] HYMN 359. C. M. W That plants my God in me! THEN shall I see the welcome hour, Spirit of health, and life, and pow'r, 2 Love only can the conquest win, 3 No longer then my heart shall mourn, I only for his glory burn, Broadmead.] HYMN 360. 6 lines 8's. 1 F MOUNTAIN of life and all my joy, No more forsaken and forlorn, I bless the day that I was born! 2 Preserv'd through faith, by power divine, A miracle of grace I stand! I prove the strength of Jesus mine! My soul is more than conqueror : 4 Come, Lord, and make me pure within, Monmouth.] HYMN 361. 6 lines 8's. C NOME, Holy Ghost, all-quick'ning fire! Come, and my hallow'd heart inspire; Sprinkled with th' atoning blood; Now to my soul thyself reveal, Thy mighty working let me feel, And know that I am born of God. 2 Thy witness with my spirit bear, 3 When wilt thou my whole heart subdue? All, all my vileness may I feel. 4 Humble, and teachable, and mild, O may I, as a little child, My lowly Master's steps pursue! Be anger to my soul unknown; Hate, envy, jealousy, be gone; In love create thou all things new. 5 Let earth no more my heart divide; With Christ may I be crucify'd; To thee with my whole heart aspire; 6 Be thou my joy, be thou my dread; Nor earth, nor hell I then shall fear; 7 My will be swallow'd up in thee! 8 Come, Holy Ghost, all-quick'ning fire, My consecrated heart inspire, Sprinkled with th' atoning blood: 1 Swanwick.] HYMN 362. C. M. FATH ATHER of Jesus Christ, my Lord, I trust in thee, whose powerful word 2 Thou know'st for my offence he died, 4 Fully and freely justified, 3 Eternal life to all mankind 4 O God! thy record I believe, 5 Faith in thy power, thou seest I have, 6 Things that are not, as though they were, 7 In hope, against all human hope, Thy quick'ning word shall raise me up, 8 The thing surpasses all my thought; Through unbelief I stagger not, 9 Faith, mighty faith, the promise sees, And looks to that alone; Laughs at impossibilities, And cries, "It shall be done!" 10 To thee the glory of thy power And faithfulness I give! I shall in Christ, at that glad hour, 11 Obedient faith that waits on thee, But thou wilt form thy Son in me, Clarendon.] HYMN 363. C. M. Din this weak, helpless soul; EEPEN the wound thy hands have made Till mercy with its balmy aid, Descend to make me whole. 2 The sharpness of thy two-edg'd sword Till bold to say, My hallowing Lord 3 I see th' exceeding broad command, 4 O that with all thy saints I might Mystery.] HYMN 364. 8 lines 7's & 6's. IVE me the enlarg'd desire, G And open, Lord, my soul, Thy own fulness to require, |