Then if we bear the Saviour's name, 29. C. M. Mrs. Steele. Acquiescence in the Will of God. 1 AUTHOR of good! we rest on thee; 2 O let thy fear within us dwell, S And since, by passion's force subdu'd, 4 Not what we wish, but what we want, Let mercy still supply: The good, unask'd, O Father! grant, 30. C. M. Merrick Jesus owned Lord of all. Isa. xi. 10. Hab. ii, 14. Rom. xi. 25, 26. 1 ALL hail the pow'r of Jesus' name! Bring forth the royal diadem, 2 Ye wand'ring seed of Israel's race, 3 Ye gentile sinners, ne'er forget 4 Babes, men, and sires, who know his love, 5 Let ev'ry kindred, ev'ry tribe, 6 And when with yonder sacred throng, We'll join the everlasting song, And own him Lord of all. 31. 11s. M. Rippon's Coll. "Prepare ye the Way of the Lord." Luke iii. 4. 1 A voice from the desert comes awful and shrill : "The Lord is advancing: prepare ye the way! The word of Jehovah he comes to fulfil, And o'er the dark world pour the splendor of day. 2 Bring down the proud mountain, though tow'r ing above, And be the low valley exalted on high; The rough place and crooked be smoothen'd by love, For Zion! your King, your Redeemer is nigh. 3 The beams of salvation his progress illume, The tone dreary wilderness sings to her God! The rose and the mirtle there suddenly bloom, The olive of peace spreads its branches broad." 32. L.M. Personal Virtues. Drummond. 1 AWAKE, my soul! rouse ev'ry pow'r, Let lust and passion reign no more, 3 Confine thy roving appetites; eyes, 4 With eager zeal pursue the prize; 33. C.M. Zeal and Vigour in the Christian Race. Phil. iii. 12, 14. 1 AWAKE, each soul ! stretch ev'ry nerve, And press with vigour on: A heav'nly race demands thy zeal, 2 A cloud of witnesses around 3 Tis God's all-animating voice 4 That prize, with peerless glory bright, When victors' wreaths and monarchs' gems 5 Then soul, with all thy waken'd powers, Nor let the glitt'ring toys of earth, 34. C. M. Doddridge. Triumph in Prospect of future Glory. Rom. xiii. 11. 1 AWAKE, ye saints! and raise your eyes, Awake, and praise that sov'reign love, 2 On all the wings of time it flies; 3 Not many years their round shall run, Not many mornings rise, Ere all its glories stand reveal'd 4 Ye wheels of nature speed your course ; Ye mortal pow'rs decay! Fast as ye bring the night of death, 35. C. M. The Condescension of God. Doddridge. 1 AMIDST the heav'nly pow'rs sublime 2 Yet, looking down, he visits oft 3 The downcast spirit to revive, And from the bed of dust, the man 4 With him dwells no relentless wrath |