1 Light of Life, Seraphic Fire, Love Divine, thyself impart; Every fainting soul inspire; Shine in every drooping heart! Every mournful sinner cheer; Scatter all our guilty gloom; Love of God, appear, appear! To thy human temples come. 2 Come, in this accepted hour; Bring thy heavenly kingdom in! Fill us with thy glorious power, Rooting out the seeds of sin: Nothing more can we require, We will covet nothing less; Be thou all our heart's desire, Be our heaven--in holiness. 485. C. M. Percy Chapel Coll. "Thy Will be done." 1 Father, I know thy ways are just, Although to me unknown; O, grant me grace thy love to trust, And cry, "Thy will be done." 2 If thou shouldst hedge with thorns my path; Should wealth and friends be gone; Still with a firm and lively faith, I'll cry, "Thy will be done." 3 Although thy steps I cannot trace, Thy sovereign right I'll own; And, as instructed by thy grace; I'll cry, "Thy will be done." 4 'Tis sweet thus passively to lie Before thy gracious throne, Concerning everything to cry, "My Father's will be done." 486. C. M. Doddridge. Confidence in God. 1 My God! the covenant of thy love Abides forever sure; And in thy matchless grace I feel My happiness secure. 2 What though my house be not with thee As nature could desire? To nobler joys than nature gives Thy servants all aspire. 3 Since thou, the everlasting God, My Father art become; Jesus my Guardian and my Friend, And heaven my final home: 4 I welcome all thy sovereign will, For all that will is love; And when I know not what thou dost, I wait the light above. 5 Thy covenant the last accent claims Of this poor faltering tongue; And that shall the first notes employ Of my celestial song. 487. L. M. Henry Moore. Prayer for Religious Principle. 1 Amidst a world of hopes and fears, A wild of cares, and toils, and tears, Where foes alarm and dangers threat, And pleasures kill, and glories cheat: 2 Shed down, O Lord! a heavenly ray, To guide me in the doubtful way; And o'er me hold thy shield of power, To guard me in the dangerous hour. 3 Teach me the flattering paths to shun, In which the thoughtless many run, Who for a shade the substance miss, And grasp their ruin in their bliss. 4 May never pleasure, wealth or pride, Allure my wandering soul aside; But through this maze of mortal ill, Safe lead me to thy heavenly hill. 488. L. M. Christian Psalmist. Prayer for Divine Help. 1 Be with me, Lord, where'er I go; Teach me what thou wouldst have me do; Show me my weakness,--let me see I have my power, my all from thee.