2 How many talents, O my God! Hast thou bestow'd on me! But yet how few can there be found 3 My health, my time, my wordly store, 4 Much of my time, alas! I've lost, How careless of my grand concern! 5 Ob may the slothful servant's doom, 231. P. M. The Danger of Delay. HASTEN, sinner! to be wise, Stay not for the morrow's sun, Lest if wisdom thou despise, 4 Hasten sinner! to be bless'd, 232. s. M. Steadfastness and Watchfulness implored. 1 GOD; my strength! my hope! On the I cast my care; 2 With humble confidence look up Grant me a sober mind, The first approach of sin to find, And arm'd with jealous care, And watching unto prayer. 3 Thy will may I pursue, To thee in all things rise; And all I think, and say, and do, Be one great sacrifice : Fill me with godly fear, As in thy sight to live, And oh, thy servant, LORD! prepare A strict account to give! 233. L. M. Steadfastness and Watchfulness implored. I GRE REAT GOD! my Father, and my Friend, On whom for all things I depend! 2 Endue me with a holy fear; 3 Oh that to thee my constant mind May with a steady flame aspire; 234. L. M. Humility. WHEREFORE should man, frail child of clay, Who, from the cradle to the shroud, Lives but the insect of a day,— Oh why should mortal man be proud? 2 His brightest visions just appear, Then vanish and no more are found; The stateliest pile his pride can rear, A breath may level with the ground. 3 By doubt perplex'd, in error lost, With trembling step he seeks his way; How vain of wisdom's gifts the boast! Of reason's lamp how faint the ray! 4 Follies and crimes, a countless sum Are crowded in life's little span : How ill, alas! does pride become That erring, guilty creature, man. 5 GoD of our life! Father divine Give us a meek and lowly mind; In modest worth, oh may we shine, And peace in humble virtue find, 2 3 4 5 I 235, s. M. Blessed are the Meek. 'BLESS'D are the meek,' he said, Whose doctrine is divine; The humble-minded earth possess. The GOD of peace is theirs: And yielding all their wills to him, His sov'reign laws obey. No angry passions move, O gracious Father! grant Thus Christ our Lord to own, Thus thee our Go obey, Ensures us joy and peace on earth, FROM 236. L. M. Christian Purity. ROM every thought and wish impure, May every rebel passion bow To thy divine control. 2 Sin has a thousand treach'rous arts To lead the soul aside; Oh teach me ev'ry art to shun, 3 Ne'er let me venture to begin The gay enchanted round, 4 Oh grant me thine assisting grace, 5 Through all the dang'rous scenes of life 1 237. c. M. The Power of Faith. FAITH adds new charms to earthly bliss, And saves us from its snares; Its aid in ev'ry duty brings And softens all our cares. 2 It quells the raging flames of sin, Of love to GoD and heav'nly things, 3 The wounded conscience knows its pow'r 4 Wide it unveils the heav'nly state, 5 On that bright prospect may we rest, And then, on faith's triumphant wings, |