Imatges de pÓgina


C. M. Dundee. Med field.
O GOD of Bethel ! by whose hand

Thy people still are fed ;
Thou through this weary pilgrimage

Hast all our fathers led.
2 Our vows, our prayers, we now present

Before thy throne of grace:
God of our fathers, be the God

Of their succeeding race.
3 Through each perplexing path of life

Our wandering footsteps guide;
Give us each day our daily bread,

And raiment fit provide.
4 Oh, spread thy covering wings around,

Till all our wanderings cease,
And at our Father's loved abode,

Our souls arrive in peace.
5 Such blessings from thy gracious hand,

Our humble prayers implore;
And thou shalt be our chosen God,
Our portion evermore.

S. M. Olmutz. St. Thomas 324

Trust in God.
YOUR harps, ye trembling saints,

Down from the willows take:
Loud to the praise of love divine,

Bid every string awake.
2 Though in a foreign land,

We are not far from home;
And nearer to our house above

We every moment come.
3 His grace will, to the end,

Stronger and brighter shine ;
Nor present things--nor things to come,

Shall quench this spark divine.
4 When we in darkness walk,

Nor feel the heavenly flame;
Then will we trust our gracious God,

And rest upon his name.
5 Soon shall our doubts and fears

Subside at his control;
His loving kindness shali break through

The midnight of the soul.

6 Blest is the man, O God,

That stays himself on thee!

Who waits for thy salvation, Lord, mf Shall thy salvation see.

L. M.

Uxbridge. 325

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

C. M.

Dedham. Stamford 326

Filial Obedience.
GRACE, Jike 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

or overflowing grace!
To dwell so near their Father's seat,

And see his lovely face.
5 Lord, I address thy heavenly throne;

Call ine 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.

S. M. Little Marlboro'. St. Thomas, 327 Death to Sin by the Cross of Christ.

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 e'er be said,
That we, whose sins are crucified,

Should raise them from the dead.
3 We will be slaves no more,

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

L. M.

Alfreton. Danvers. 328

Living to Christ.
MY gracious Lord, I own thy right

To every 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 my hoary age shall bless,

When youthful vigor is no more ;
And my last hour of life confess

His saving love-his glorious power

S. M. Mornington. St. Thomas. 329

The vigilant Servant.
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.

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. 331

C. M.

Dundee. Burford. 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;
The gracious hand, that strikes the blow,

Was wounded once for me. 332

C. M.

Grafton. Stamford.
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?
No-gracious God !-take what thou please;

To thee I all resign. 333

C. M. Spencer. Litchfield,
SINCE all the varying scenes of time

God's watchful eye surveys,
Oh, who so wise to choose our lot,

Ór 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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