Then if we bear the Saviour's name,
By his example let us move.

29. C. M.

Mrs. Steele.

Acquiescence in the Will of God.

1 AUTHOR of good! we rest on thee;
Thine ever watchful eye,
Alone our real wants can see,
Thy hand alone supply.

2 O let thy fear within us dwell,
Thy love our footsteps guide!
That love shall vainer loves expel;
That fear, all fears beside.

S And since, by passion's force subdu'd,
Too oft with stubborn will,
We blindly shun the latent good,
And grasp the specious ill:

4 Not what we wish, but what we want, Let mercy still supply:

The good, unask'd, O Father! grant,
The ill, though ask'd, deny.

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!
Let angels prostrate fall:

Bring forth the royal diadem,
And own him Lord of all.

2 Ye wand'ring seed of Israel's race,
A remnant weak and small;
Praise him, who saves you by his grace,
And own him Lord of all.

3 Ye gentile sinners, ne'er forget
The wormwood and the gall;
Go-spread your trophies at his feet,
And own him Lord of all.

4 Babes, men, and sires, who know his love,
Who feel your sin and thrall,
Now joy with all the hosts above,
And own him Lord of all.

5 Let ev'ry kindred, ev'ry tribe,
On this terrestrial báll,
To him all majésty ascribe,
And own him Lord of all.

6 And when with yonder sacred throng,
We at his feet shall fall!

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,
Thy native dignity display:

Let lust and passion reign no more,
No longer own their lawless sway.
2 Thy temper meek and humble be,
Content and pleas'd with ev'ry state;
From dire revenge and envy free,
And wild ambition to be great.

3 Confine thy roving appetites;
From this vain world withdraw thine
Fix them on those divine delights,
Reserv'd for saints above the skies.

eyes,

4 With eager zeal pursue the prize;
Each fleeting hour of life improve;
This course will speak thee truly wise,
"Till call'd to yon bless'd world above.
Browne.

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,
And an immortal crown.

2 A cloud of witnesses around
Hold thee in full survey:
Forget the steps already trod,
And onward urge thy way.

3 Tis God's all-animating voice
That calls thee from on high;
'Tis his own hand presents the prize
To thine aspiring eye.

4 That prize, with peerless glory bright,
Which shall new lustre boast,

When victors' wreaths and monarchs' gems
Shall blend in common dust.

5 Then soul, with all thy waken'd powers,
Survey th' immortal prize;

Nor let the glitt'ring toys of earth,
Allure thy wand'ring eyes.

34. C. M.

Doddridge.

Triumph in Prospect of future Glory. Rom. xiii. 11.

1 AWAKE, ye saints! and raise your eyes,
And raise your voices high:

Awake, and praise that sov'reign love,
Which shows salvation nigh.

2 On all the wings of time it flies;
Each moment brings it near:
Then welcome each declining day,
Welcome each closing year.

3 Not many years their round shall run, Not many mornings rise,

Ere all its glories stand reveal'd
To our admiring eyes.

4 Ye wheels of nature speed your course ; Ye mortal pow'rs decay!

Fast as ye bring the night of death,
Ye bring eternal day.

35. C. M.

The Condescension of God.

Doddridge.

1 AMIDST the heav'nly pow'rs sublime
God's throne is fix'd on high;
And through eternity he hears
The praises of the sky.

2 Yet, looking down, he visits oft
The humble, hallow'd cell ;
And with the penitent who mourns,
'Tis his delight to dwell:

3 The downcast spirit to revive,
The sorrowful to cheer;

And from the bed of dust, the man
Of contrite heart to rear.

4 With him dwells no relentless wrath
Against the human race :