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6 Blest is the man, O God,

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That stays himself on thee!-
Who waits for thy salvation, Lord,
Shall thy salvation see.

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The Gospel exemplified in the Conduct.
1 SO let our lips and lives express
The holy gospel we profess;
So let our works and virtues shine,
To prove the doctrine all divine.
2 Thus shall we best proclaim abroad
The honors of our Saviour God:
When his salvation reigns within,
And grace subdues the power of sin.
3 Our flesh and sense must be denied,
Passion and envy, lust and pride;
While justice, temperance, truth, and love,
Our inward piety approve.

4 Religion bears our spirits up,

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While we expect that blessed hope-
The bright appearance of the Lord-
And faith stands leaning on his word.

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1 GRACE, like an uncorrupted seed,
Abides and reigns within;
Immortal principles forbid

The sons of God to sin.

2 Not by the terrors of a slave,
Do they perform his will;

But with the noblest powers they have,
His sweet commands fulfil.

3 They find access at every hour
To God within the vail;

Hence they derive a quickening power,
And joys that never fail.

4 Oh happy souls!-oh glorious state
Of overflowing grace!

To dwell so near their Father's seat,
And see his lovely face.

5 Lord, I address thy heavenly throne;
Call me a child of thine;

Send down the Spirit of thy Son
To form my heart divine.

6 There shed thy tender love abroad,
And make my comfort strong;
Then shall I say, 'My Father, God,'
With an unwavering tongue.

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S. M. Little Marlboro'. St. Thomas.
Death to Sin by the Cross of Christ.
1 SHALL we go on to sin,
Because thy grace abounds,
Or crucify the Lord again,
And open

all his wounds?

2 Forbid it, mighty God!
Nor let it c'er be said,

That we, whose sins are crucified,
Should raise them from the dead.

3 We will be slaves no more,

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Since Christ has made us free,
Has nailed our tyrants to his cross,
And bought our liberty.

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1 MY gracious Lord, I own thy right
To ev'ry service I can pay,
And call it my supreme delight,
To hear thy dictates and obey.
2 What is my being, but for thee—
Its sure support-its noblest end?
"Tis my delight thy face to see,

And serve the cause of such a friend.
3 I would not breathe for worldly joy,
Or to increase my worldly good;
Nor future days nor powers employ
To spread a sounding name abroad.
4 "Tis to my Saviour I would live;

To him who for my ransom died;
Nor could all worldly honor give

Such bliss as crowns me at his side.
5 His work iny hoary age shall bless,
When youthful vigor is no more;
And my last hour of life confess
His saving love-his glorious power

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The vigilant Servant.

I 1 YE servants of the Lord,
Each in his office wait;

With joy obey his heavenly word,
And watch before his gate.
2 Let all your lamps be bright,
And trim the golden flame;
Gird up your loins, as in his sight,
For awful is his name.

3 Watch!-'tis your Lord's command;
And while we speak, he's near:
Mark the first signal of his hand,
And ready all appear.

4 Oh happy servant he,

In such a posture found!

He shall his Lord with rapture see,
And be with honor crowned.

C. M.

Lebanon. Medfield.

330 God the Author of Mercies and Afflictions.

1 NAKED, as from the earth we came,
And rose to life at first,

We to the earth return again,
And mingle with the dust.

2 The dear delights we here enjoy,
And fondly call our own,

Are only favors borrowed now,
To be repaid anon.

3 "Tis God, who lifts our comforts high,
Or sinks them in the grave;

He gives-and blessed be his name-
He takes but what he gave.

4 Peace, all our angry passions, then;
Let each rebellious sigh

Be silent at his sovereign will,
And every murmur die.

5 If smiling mercy crown our lives,
Its praises shall be spread;
And we'll adore the justice too,
That strikes our comforts dead.

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C. M.

Dundee. Burford,

1 O THOU, whose mercy guides my way!
Though now it seem severe,

Forbid my unbelief to say
There is no mercy here!

2 Oh! may I, Lord, desire the pain
That comes in kindness down,
Far more than sweetest earthly gain,
Succeeded by a frown.

3 Then, though thou bend my spirit low,
Love only shall I see;

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The gracious hand, that strikes the blow,
Was wounded once for me.

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1 IT is the Lord-enthroned in light,
Whose claims are all divine,
Who has an undisputed right
To govern me and mine.

2 It is the Lord-who gives me all
My wealth, my friends, my ease;
And of his bounties may recall
Whatever part he please.

3 It is the Lord-my covenant God,
Thrice blessed be his name!

Whose gracious promise, sealed with blood,
Must ever be the same.

4 And can my soul, with hopes like these,
Be sullen, or repine?

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No-gracious God!-take what thou please;
To thee 1 all resign.

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1 SINCE all the varying scenes of time
God's watchful eye surveys,

Oh, who so wise to choose our lot,
Or to appoint our ways!

2 Good, when he gives-supremely good,
Nor less when he denies;

Ev'n crosses, from his sovereign hand,
Are blessings in disguise.

3 Why should we doubt a Father's love,
So constant and so kind;
To his unerring gracious will
Be every wish resigned.

4 In thy fair book of life divine,
My God, inscribe my name;

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There let it fill some humble place
Beneath my Lord the Lamb!

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1 IN thy rebukes, all-gracious God,
What soft compassion reigns!
What gentle accents of thy voice
Allay thy children's pains!

2 "When I correct my chosen sons,
A father's bowels move:

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One transient moment bounds my wrath,
But endless is my love."

mf 3 Our faith shall look through every tear,
And view thy smiling face;

And hope, amid our sighs, shall tune
An anthem to thy grace.

mp 4 Receive, at length, my weary soul
To join thy saints above;

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Then shall I learn a song of praise,
Eternal as thy love.

C. M.

Safe trusting in God.

Dedham. Oakland

1 O LORD! my best desires fulfil,

And help me to resign

Life, health, and comfort, to thy will,
And make thy pleasure mine.

2 Why should I shrink at thy command,
Whose love forbids my fears?
Or tremble at the gracious hand,
That wipes away my tears?

3 No-rather let me freely yield
What most I prize to thee,
Who never hast a good withheld,
Or wilt withhold from me.

4 Wisdom and mercy guide my way ;
Shall I resist them both ?-

A poor, blind creature of a day,
And crushed before the moth!

5 But ah! my inward spirit cries,
Still bind me to thy sway;

Else the next cloud that vails my skies
Will drive these thoughts away.

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