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.
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?
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.
'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.
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.
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!
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