By A Collection of Hymns

      1Os & 11s.
      1 MY Father, my God, I long for thy love,
      O shed it abroad; Send Christ from above!
      My heart ever fainting, He only can cheer,
      And all things are wanting, Till Jesus is here.

      2 O when shall my tongue Be filled with thy praise!
      While all the day long I publish thy grace,
      Thy honour and glory To sinners forth show,
      Till sinners adore thee, And own thou art true.

      3 Thy strength and thy power I now can proclaim,
      Preserved every hour Through Jesus's name;
      For thou art still by me, And holdest my hand;
      No ill can come nigh me, By faith while I stand.

      4 My God is my guide; Thy mercies abound,
      On every side They compass me round;
      Thou sav'st me from sickness, From sin dost retrieve,
      And strengthen my weakness, And bid me believe.

      5 Thou holdest my soul In spiritual life,
      My foes dost control, And quiet their strife;
      Thou rulest my passion, My pride and self-will,
      To see thy salvation, Thou bidd'st me "Stand still!"

      6 I stand, and admire Thine outstretched arm,
      I walk through the fire, And suffer no harm;
      Assaulted by evil, I scorn to submit,
      The world and the devil Fall under my feet.

      7 I wrestle not now, But trample on sin,
      For with me art thou, And shalt be within;
      While stronger and stronger In Jesus's power,
      I go on to conquer, Till sin is no more.