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BOOK III. I find myself a learner yet, Unskilful, weak, and apt to slide.

5 But, my Lord, one look from thee Subdues the disobedient will ; Drives doubt and discontent away, And thy rebellious worm is still.

6 Thou art as ready to forgive, As I am ready to repine ; Thou, therefore, all the praise receive ; Be shame and self-abhorrence mine.

1 THE Saviour hides his face ! My spirit thirsts to prove Renew d supplies of pard ning grace, And never-fading love.

2 The favour d souls who know What glories shine in him Pant for his presence, as the roe Pants for the living stream.

3 What trifles tease me now ! They swarm like summer flies, They cleave to every thing I do, And swim before my eyes.

4 How dull the Sabbath-day, Without the Sabbath s Lord ! How toilsome then to sing and pray And wait upon the word ?

5 Of all the truths I hear, How few delight my taste ! I glean a berry here and there, But mourn the vintage past.

6 Yet let me (as I ought) fecill hope to be supplied ; No pleasure else is worth a thought, Nor shall I be denied.