5 In God is all our store, Grace issues from his throne; Whoever says, "I want no more," Confesses he has none. 428. 7s. M. 6l. Montgomery. The Soul panting 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, with filial 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. 429. L. M. Henry Moore. Wisdom and Virtue sought from God. 1 Supreme and universal Light! Fountain of reason! Judge of right! Parent of good! whose blessings flow On all above, and all below: 2 Assist us, Lord, to act, to be, What nature and thy laws decree; Worthy that intellectual flame, Which from thy breathing spirit came! 3 May our expanded souls disclaim The narrow view, the selfish aim; But with a Christian zeal embrace Whate'er is friendly to our race. 4 O Father, grace and virtue grant! No more we wish, no more we want: To know, to serve thee, and to love, Is peace below,--is bliss above. 430. C. M. Merrick. Holy Resignation. 1 Author of good, to thee we turn: Thine ever wakeful eye Alone can all our wants discern, Thy hand alone supply. 2 O, let thy love within us dwell, Thy fear our footsteps guide; That love shall vainer loves expel, That fear all fears beside. 3 And, O, by error's force subdued, Since oft, with stubborn will, We blindly shun the latent good, And grasp the specious ill,-- 4 Not what we wish, but what we want, Let mercy still supply: The good we ask not; Father, grant; The ill we ask, deny. 431. L. M. 6l. C. Wesley. Prayer for the Comforter. 1 I want the spirit of power within, Of love, and of a healthful mind; Of power to conquer every sin, Of love to God and all mankind; Of health that pain and death defies, Most vigorous when the body dies. 2 O that the Comforter would come, Nor visit as a transient guest, But fix in me his constant home, And keep possession of my breast; And make my soul his loved abode, The temple of indwelling God! 432. L. M. Cotton. A Peaceful Conscience. 1 While some in folly's pleasures roll, And court the joys that hurt the soul, Be mine that silent, calm repast, A conscience peaceful to the last. 2 With this companion in the shade, My soul no more shall be dismayed; But fearless meet life's dreariest gloom, And the pale monarch of the tomb.