2 The humble soul he guides, Teaches the meek his way, Kindness and truth he shows to all Who his just laws obey. 3 Give me the tender heart That mixes fear with love, And lead me through whatever path Thy wisdom shall approve. 4 Oh! ever keep my soul From error, shame and guilt; Nor suffer the fair hope to fail, Which on thy truth is built. 497. L. M. J. F. Oberlin. Clinging to God. 1 O Lord, thy heavenly grace impart, And fix my frail, inconstant heart: Henceforth my chief desire shall be To dedicate myself to thee. 2 Whate'er pursuits my time employ, One thought shall fill my soul with joy: That silent, secret thought shall be, That all my hopes are fixed on thee. 3 Thy glorious eye pervadeth space; Thy presence, Lord, fills every place; And wheresoe'er my lot may be, Still shall my spirit cleave to thee. 4 Renouncing every earthly thing, And safe beneath thy spreading wing, My sweetest thought henceforth shall be, That all I want I find in thee. 498. C. M. Watts. God our Refuge and Hope. 1 God, my supporter and my hope, My help forever near; Thine arm of mercy held me up, When sinking in despair. 2 Thy counsels, Lord, shall guide my feet Through this dark wilderness; Thine hand conduct me near thy seat, To dwell before thy face. 3 What if the springs of life were broke, And flesh and heart should faint? God is my soul's eternal rock, The strength of every saint. 4 Behold the sinners, that remove Far from thy presence, die; Not all the idol gods they love Can save them when they cry. 5 But to draw near to thee, my God, Shall be my sweet employ; My tongue shall sound thy works abroad, And tell the world my joy. 499. C. M. Montgomery. For Grateful Submission. 1 One prayer I have,--all prayers in one,-- When I am wholly thine; "Thy will, my God, thy will be done, And let that will be mine." 2 All-wise, almighty, and all-good, In thee I firmly trust; Thy ways, unknown or understood, Are merciful and just. 3 May I remember that to thee Whate'er I have I owe; And back in gratitude from me May all thy bounties flow. 4 Thy gifts are only then enjoyed, When used as talents lent; Those talents only well employed, When in thy service spent. 5 And though thy wisdom takes away, Shall I arraign thy will? No, let me bless thy name, and say, "The Lord is gracious still." 500. L. M. Montgomery. The Soul Returning to God. 1 Return, my soul, unto thy rest, From vain pursuits and maddening cares, From lonely woes that wring thy breast, The world's allurements, toils and snares.