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132. L. M.

The Example of Christ.

1 AND is the gospel peace and love?
So let our conversation be:

The serpent blended with the dove,
Wisdom and meek simplicity.

2 Whene'er the angry passions rise,
And tempt our thoughts or tongues to strife,
On Jesus let us fix our eyes,

Bright pattern of the Christian life!

3 O how benevolent and kind!

How mild, how ready to forgive!
Be his the temper of our mind,
And his the rules by which we live.

4 To do his heavenly Father's will
Was his employment and delight;
Humility and holy zeal

Shone through his life, divinely bright.
5 Dispensing good where'er he came,
The labours of his life were love :
If then we bear the Saviour's name,
Let his divine example move.

133. 7 s. M.

Mrs. Steele,

Christ risen, and Death vanquished.

1 ANGEL! roll the rock away: Death! yield up thy mighty prey: See, he rises from the tomb,

Glowing in immortal bloom! Hallelujah!

2 Mortals! shout in rapturous song,
Let the notes be sweet and strong;
Hail the Son of God, this morn
From his sepulchre new born.

3 Powers of heaven, celestial choirs !
Sing, and sweep your sounding lyres:
Sons of men! in joyful strain,
Hail your mighty Saviour's reign.

4 Every note with rapture swell,
And the Saviour's triumph tell:
Where, O death! is now thy sting?
Where thy terrors, vanquished king?

134. L. M.

Scott.

The Day of Judgment. 2 Pet. iii. 11, 12. 1 ARISE, my soul! extend thy wings Beyond the verge of mortal things; And meditate the awful day,

When this vain world shall pass away.

2 The wreck of nature all around,
The angel's shout, the trumpet's sound,
Loud the descending Judge proclaim,
And echo his tremendous name.

3 Children of Adam! all appear,
The great decisive sentence hear;
For as his lips pronounce, ye go
To realms of bliss, or realms of wo.
4 Lord! to my eyes this scene display,
Frequent, through each returning day;
That,-lost in this each meaner care,
I may to meet my Judge prepare.

Doddridge.

135. L. M.

'Faith without Works is dead.' James ii. 26.

1 As body when the soul has fled,
As barren trees, decayed and dead,
Is faith; a hopeless, lifeless thing,
If not of righteous deeds the spring.

2 One cup of healing oil and wine,
One tear-drop shed on mercy's shrine,
Is thrice more grateful, Lord! to thee,
Than lifted eye, or bended knee.

3 To doers only of the word,

Propitious is the righteous Lord;

He hears their cries, accepts their prayers,
And heals their wounds, and sooths their cares.

4 In true and genuine faith, we trace
The source of every Christian grace;
Within the pious breast it plays,
A living fount of joy and praise.

5 Kind deeds of peace and love betray
Where'er it winds its secret way;
But where these spring not, rich and fair,
The fount has never wandered there.
+ Drummond.

136. P. M.

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.

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

3 And since, by passion's force subdued,
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, unasked, O Father! grant,
The ill, though asked, deny.

137. L. M.

The Christian Race.

Merrick.

1 AWAKE our souls! away our fears!
Let every trembling thought be gone!
Awake, and run the heavenly race,
And put a cheerful courage on.
2 True, 'tis a strait and thorny road,
And mortal spirits tire and faint;
But they forget the mighty God,
Who feeds the strength of every saint:-
3 Thee-mighty God! whose matchless power
Is ever new and ever young,

And firm endures, while endless years
Their everlasting circles run.

4 Swift as an eagle cuts the air,
We'll mount aloft to thine abode;
On wings of love our souls shall fly,
Nor tire amidst the heavenly road.

Watts.

138. L .M.

The Christian Warfare.

1 AWAKE, my soul! lift up thine eyes;
See where thy foes against thee rise
In long array, a numerous host;
Awake, my soul! or thou art lost.

2 Here giant danger threatening stands,
Mustering his pale, terrific bands ;
There, pleasure's silken banners spread,
And willing souls are captives led.

3 See where rebellious passions rage,
And fierce desires and lusts engage ;
The meanest foe of all the train
Has thousands and ten thousands slain.

4 Thou tread'st upon enchanted ground;
Perils and snares beset thee round;
Beware of all, guard every part,
But most, the traitor in thy heart.

5 Come then, my soul! now learn to wield
The weight of thine immortal shield;
Put on the armour from above

Of heavenly truth, and heavenly love.

6 The terror and the charm repel,

And powers of earth, and powers of hell:
The Man of Calvary triumphed here;
Why should his faithful followers fear!

Mrs. Barbauld.

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