But deep inscrib❜d on ev'ry heart, 6 Shew our forgetful feet the way Where knowledge grows without decay, HYMN 126. C. M. Inconstancy in the Christian Life lamented. Hos. vii. 4. 2 On us, unworthy as we are, 3 Inconstant service we repay, And treach'rous vows renew; Which pass away as morning clouds, And as the early dew. 4 Low at thy feet our guilt we mourn, To bear our feeble footsteps on, 5 Arm'd with this energy divine, 6 So, by thy pow'r, the morning sun Brightens each moment in his race, HYMN 127. C. M. Repentance and Pardon. Isaiah lv. 1 WHEN sinners quit their wicked ways, 2 He pardons with o'erflowing love; 'My nature is not like to yours, 6 3 But, far as heav'n's resplendent orbs 6 Beyond this earth extend, So far my thoughts, so far my ways, 4 Like as the show'rs from heav'n distil, Nor thither rise again, 'But swell the earth with fruitful juice, 'And all its tribes sustain ; 6 5 So not a word that flows from me HYMN 128. L. M. Mercy of God. Ps. cxxx. 1 WERT thou severe our faults to mark, Who, Lord, could stand before thine eye? Oppress'd with terrours strong and dark, Well might the conscious spirit die. 2 But there's forgiveness, Lord, with thee, The humble penitent to cheer, That all who thy rich mercy see 3 More welcome than the morning's face 4 Our trust is fix'd upon thy word, 5 How great his love, how large his grace, HYMN 129. C. M. The Trials of Virtue. 1 PLAC'D on the verge of youth, my mind Life's op'ning scene survey'd; I view'd its ills of various kind, 2 But chief my fear the dangers mov'd My heart the wise pursuit approv'd; 3 For see, while yet her unknown ways 4 O how shall I, with heart prepar'd, How from the thousand snares to guard 5 Let faith suppress each rising fear, Each anxious doubt exclude! My Maker's will has plac'd me here, 6 He to my ev'ry trial knows 7 Then why thus heavy, O my soul ; Thy thoughts with vain impatience roll 8 Though griefs unnumber'd throng thee round, Still in thy God confide, Whose finger marks the seas their bound, HYMN 130. C. M. Early Religion. 1 HAPPY is he, whose early years Who hates the sinner's path, and fears 2 Our youth, devoted to our God, A flow'r, when offer'd in the bud, |