Thus copy him who liv'd to save,
And died that we might live.

6 Thus, passing through this vale of tears,
Our useful light shall shine;
And others learn to glorify
Our Father's name divine.

HYMN 110. c. M.

The Law of Love. Luke x. 30-37.

1 FAR from thy servants, God of grace !
The unfeeling heart remove;
And form in our obedient souls
The image of thy love.

20 may our sympathizing breasts
The gen'rous pleasure know,
Kindly to share in others' joy,
And weep for others' woe!

3 Where'er the hopeless sons of grief In low distress are laid,

Soft be our hearts their pains to feel,
And swift our hands to aid!

4 O be the law of love fulfill'd
In ev'ry act and thought;
Each angry passion far remov'd,
Each selfish view forgot!

5 Be thou, my heart! dilated wide
With this kind social grace;
And, in one grasp of fervent love,
All earth and heav'n embrace.

HYMN 111. C. M.

Prayer for a Disposition to dispense God's Gifts.

1 GREAT God of grace! accept my pray'r;
If e'er thy love divine
Should prosper my assiduous care,
And affluence be mine,

2 May poverty dispel her fears,
And seek my open door;

My pitying heart shall own her tears,
And bid them flow no more.

3 0 bless me with an honest mind,
Which spurns each selfish end;
Humanely warm to all mankind,
And faithful to my friend.

4 With conscious truth and honour still
My actions may I guide;

And know no fear but fear of ill,
No scorn, but scorn of pride!

5 Thee in remembrance may I bear, To thee my tribute raise;

Conclude each day with fervent pray'r,
And wake each morn with praise.

6 Thus through my life may I approve
The gratitude I owe ;

And share at length the bliss above,
I would dispense below!

HYMN 112. S. M.

Worldly anxiety reproved. Matt. vi. 34.

1

WHY do I thus perplex

My life, a breath of air,

With fears of distant ills, and vex

My heart with fruitless care?

2 Can thought and toil increase
My days appointed sum?

Why waste I then my time, my peace,
To hoard for days to come?.

3

Will he, whose bounty gave

My life, its food deny?

Who form'd my nature prone to crave,
Its cravings not supply?

4 They neither sow nor toil,

5

6

The tribes that wing the air,
Yet live on his paternal smile,
Whose bounty all things share.

Then let to-morrow's cares
Until to-morrow stay!

The trouble, which to-day prepares,

Suffices for to-day.

To him these low desires,
This sordid gain I leave,
Who to no higher good aspires,
Than what this world can give.

7 To nobler work applied,
My soul shall upward climb;
And trust my father to provide
The needful things of time.

HYMN 113. L. M.

Humility and Meekness.

1 FOLLY builds high upon the sand;
But lowly let my basis be!

Firm as a rock my hope shall stand,
Deep founded in humility.

2 Content, when threat'ning ills obtrude, Sweet meek-ey'd patience arm my soul;

And let a prudent fortitude

Teach me my passions to control!

3 My God! I long to know thee still,
To love and fear and trust thee more;
To live submissive to thy will,
And, whilst I feel thy grace, adore.

4 Let love and mercy all divine,
Justice descending from the skies,
Kindness and truth my heart incline
Still to forgive my enemies!

5 Thus may I act the christian part,
The wise, and social, and divine,
Whilst a pure zeal inspires my heart;
Then shall I know that heav'n is mine.

HYMN 114. L. M.

Humility.

1 WAS pride, alas! e'er made for man?
Blind, erring, guilty creature he,
His birth the dust, his life a span,
His greatness less than vanity.

2 If wealth, and pow'r, and dazzling rays, And pageant state this nothing dress, On the fair idol shall we gaze,

And envy that as happiness?