1001. S. M. Wesleyan.

For a Holy Heart.

1Great Source of life and light,

Thy heavenly grace impart,

And by thy holy spirit write

Thy law upon my heart.

My soul would cleave to thee;

Let nought my purpose move;

O, let my faith more steadfast be,

And more intense my love!

2Long as my trials last,

Long as the cross I bear,

O, let my soul on thee be cast

In confidence and prayer!

Conduct me to the shore

Of everlasting peace,

Where storm and tempest rise no more,

Where sin and sorrow cease.

"As for the truth, it endureth and is always strong."

1Theories, which thousands cherish,

Pass like clouds that sweep the sky;

Creeds and dogmas all may perish;

Truth herself can never die.

2From the glorious heavens above her,

She has shed her beams abroad,

That the souls who truly love her,

May become the sons of God.

3Worldlings blindly may refuse her,

Close their eyes and call it night;

Learned scoffers may abuse her,

But they cannot quench her light!

4Thrones may totter, empires crumble,

All their glories cease to be;

While she, Christ-like, crowns the humble,

And from bondage sets them free.

5God himself will e'er defend her

From the fury of her foe,

Till she, in her native splendor,

Sits enthroned o'er all below.