Imatges de pÓgina

2 Should worlds conspire to drive me hence,

Unmoved and firm this heart should lie:
Resolved-for that's my last defence-

If I must perish, here to die.
3 But speak, O Lord, and calm my fear ;

Am I not safe beneath thy shade?
Thy vengeance will not strike me here,

Nor Satan dare my soul invade.
4 Yes I'm secure beneath thy blood,

And all my foes shall lose their aim;
f Hosanna to my Saviour God,
And loudest praises to his name.
C. M.

Judea. Jordan, 305

Love the chief Grace.
HAPPY the heart, where graces reign,

Where love inspires the breast:
Love is the brightest of the train,

And strengthens all the rest.
2 Knowledge-alas! 'tis all in vain-

And all in vain our fear;
Our stubborn sins will fight, and reign,

If love be absent there.
3 This is the grace that lives and sings,

When faith and hope shall cease;
f 'Tis this shall strike our joyful strings

In realms of endless peace.

L. M.

HAD I the tongues of Greeks and Jews
And nobler speech than angels use,
If love be absent, I am found
Like tinkling brassan empty sound.
2 Were I inspired to preach and tell
All that is done in heaven or hell;
Or could my faith the world remove,
Still I am nothing without love.
3 Should I distribute all my store
To feed the hungry-clothe the poor ;
Or give my body to the flame,
To gain a martyr's glorious name
4 If love to God, and love to men
Be absent, all my hopes are vain:
Nor tongues, por gifts, nor fiery zeal,
The work of love can e'er fulfil.


C. M. Baldwin. Christmas 307 God the Portion of the Soul.

MY God! the spring of all my joys,

The life of my delights,
The glory of my brightest days,

And comfort of my nights,
2 In darkest shades, if thou appear,

My dawning is begun;
Thou art my soul's bright morning star,

And thou my rising sun.
3 The opening leavens around me shine

With beams of sacred bliss,
While Jesus shows his mercy mine,

And whispers, I am his !
4 My soul would leave this heavy clay

At that transporting word,
And run with joy the shining way

To meet my dearest Lord. 308

S. M. Lisbon. St. Thomas.
MY God-my life-my love,

To thee-to thee I call;
I cannot live, if thou remove,

For thou art all in all.
2 Nor earth-nor all the sky

Can one delight afford,
No—not a drop of real joy,

Without thy presence, Lord. f 3 Thou art the sea of love,

Where all my pleasures roll:
The circle, where my passions move,

And centre of my soul. 309

C. M.

Bedford. Medfeld.
MY God-my portion-and my love,

My everlasting all,
I've none but thee in heaven above,

Or on this earthly ball.
2 How vain a toy is glittering wealth,

If once compared to thee!
Or what's my safety or my health,

Or all my friends to me!
3 Were I possessor of the earth,

And called the stars my own;

Without thy graces—and thyself,

I were a wretch undone.
4 Let others stretch their arms like seas,

And grasp in all the shore :
Grant me the visits of thy grace,

And I desire no more. 310

C. M. Dundee. Litchfield.
ETERNAL Source of joys divine,

To thee my soul aspires ;
Oh! could I say,

• The Lord is mine!!
'Tis all my soul desires.
2 My hope, my trust, my life, my Lord,

Assure me of thy love;
Oh! speak the kind, transporting word,

And bid my fears remove.-
f 3 Then shall my thankful powers rejoice,

And triumph in my God, ff Till heavenly rapture tune iny voice To spread thy praise abroad.

C. M. Mansfield. Dundee, 311 True Happiness to be found only in God.

IN vain I trace creation o'er,

In search of solid rest;
The whole creation is too poor,

To make me truly blest.
2 Let earth and all her charms depart,

Unworthy of the mind;
In God alone this restless heart

Enduring bliss can find.
3 Thy favor, Lord, is all I want;

Here would my spirit rest :
<Oh! seal the rich, the boundless grant,

And make me fully blest. 312

L. M. Middlebury. Denton.
THOU only Sovereign of my heart,

My refuge, my almighty friend-
And can my soul from thee depart,

On whom alone my hopes depend?
2 Whither-ah! whither shall I go,

A wretched wanderer from my Lord ?
Can this dark world of sin and wo

One glimpse of happiness afford?

3 Eternal life thy words impart;

On these my fainting spirit lives :
Here, sweeter comforts cheer my heart,

Than all the round of nature gives.
4 Let earth's alluring joys combine,

While thou art near, in vain they call;
One smile-one blissful smile of thine,

My dearest Lord! outweighs them all.
5 Thy name my inmost powers adore;

Thou art my life-my joy-my care:
Depart from thee?-'tis death'tis more-

"Tis endless ruin-deep despair !
6 Low at thy feet my soul would lie;

Here safety dwells—and peace divine : mf Still let me live beneath thine eye,

For life-eternal life is thine. 313

C. M. Judea. Grafton. Dedham
WHAT though no flowers the fig-tree clothe,

Though vines their fruit deny,
The labor of the olive fail,

And fields no meat supply ;-
2 Though from the fold, with sad surprise,

My flock cut off I see
Though famine reign in empty stalls,

Where herds were wont to be : mf 3 Yet in the Lord will I be glad,

And glory in his love;
In him I'll joy, who will the God

Of my salvation prove.
4 God is the treasure of my soul,

The source of lasting joy ;
A joy-which want shall not impair,
Nor death itself destroy.

S. M. St. Thomas, Eastburn. 314

BEHOLD! what wondrous grace

The Father has bestowed
On sinners of a mortal race,

To call them sons of God!
2 'Tis no surprising thing,

That we should be unknown;
The Jewish world knew not their King.

God's everlasting Son.

3 Nor doth it yet appear

How great we must be made;
But when we see our Saviour here,

We shall be like our Head.
4 A hope so much divine
May trials well endure

May purge our souls from sense and sin,

As Christ, the Lord, is pure.
5 If in my Father's love

I share a filial part,
Send down thy Spirit, like a dove,

To rest upon my heart.
6 We would no longer lie

Like slaves beneath the throne;
Our faith shall Abba, Father, cry,

And thou the kindred own. 315

C, M. Walney. St. Martin's.
SOVEREIGN of all the worlds on high,

Allow my humble claim;
Nor, when I raise my guilty head,

Disdain a father's name.
2 My Father-God! how sweet the sound !

How tender-and how dear!
Not all the harmony of heaven

Could so delight the ear.
3 Come, sacred Spirit, seal the name

On my expanding heart;
And show that in Jehovah's grace

I share a filial part.
f 4 Cheered by a signal so divine,

Unwavering I believe; > And Abba, Father, humbly cry; f Nor can the sign deceive. 316

S. M. Haverhill. Little Marlboro'.
MOST gracious God, reveal

Thy will concerning me;
Whate'er I do-whate'er I feel,

I follow thy decree.
2 The counsels of thy love

Be on my heart impressed ;
It then shall at thy bidding move,

And at thy bidding rest.

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