2 I want a sober mind, A self-renouncing will, That tramples down and casts behind The baits of pleasing ill; A soul inured to pain, To hardship, grief, and loss, Bold to take up, firm to sustain, The consecrated cross. 3 I want a godly fear, A quick-discerning eye, That looks to Thee when sin is near, And bids the tempter fly; A spirit still prepared, And armed with jealous care, Forever standing on its guard, And watching unto prayer. 4 I want a true regard, A single, steady aim, Unmoved by threatening or reward, To Thee and Thy great name; This blessing above all, Always to pray, I want: Out of the deep on Thee to call, And never, never faint. 5 I rest upon Thy word; The promise is for me; My succor and salvation, Lord, Shall surely come from Thee; But let me still abide, Nor from my hope remove, Till Thou my patient spirit guide Into Thy perfect love. 226. 7s. M. Montgomery. The Soul Thirsting for God. 1 As the hart, with eager looks, Panteth for the water-brooks, So my soul, athirst for Thee, Pants the living God to see; When, O, when, without a fear, Lord, shall I to Thee draw near? 2 Why art thou cast down, my soul? God, thy God, shall make thee whole; Why art thou disquieted? God shall lift thy fallen head, And His countenance benign Be the saving health of thine. 227. S. M. Montgomery. Seeking Rest. 1 O, where shall rest be found, Rest for the weary soul? 'Twere vain the ocean depths to sound, Or pierce to either pole: 2 The world can never give The rest for which we sigh; 'Tis not the whole of life to live, Nor all of death to die. 3 In Thee we end our quest; Alone are found in Thee The life of perfect love,--the rest Of immortality. 228. C. M. C. Wesley. There Remaineth a Rest for the People of God. 1 Lord, I believe a rest remains, To all Thy people known; A rest where pure enjoyment reigns, And Thou art loved alone. 2 A rest, where all our soul's desire Is fixed on things above; Where fear, and sin, and grief expire, Cast out by perfect love. 3 O, that I now that rest might know, Believe, and enter in; Now, Father, now the power bestow, And let me cease from sin. 4 Remove all hardness from my heart, All unbelief remove; To me the rest of faith impart, The sabbath of Thy love. 229. S. M. C. Wesley. Desire for Holiness.