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36. C. M.
Pillars in the Heavenly Temple. 1 ALL hail, victorious Saviour, hail !
We bow to thy command,
Well fits thy sovereign hand. 2 Open the treasures of thy love,
And shed thy gifts abroad; Unveil to our rejoicing eyes
The temple of our God.
On an eternal base;
And polish'd by thy grace.
The title of our God;
As our secure abode.
Thy own beloved name; That endless ages there may
read The great Immanuel's claim.
The voice of Nature.
The fields and verdant meads display;
With various charms profusely gay. 2 For man and beast, here daily food,
In wide diffusive plenty grow;
And there, for drink, the crystal flood,
In streams, sweet-winding, gently flow.
The vegetable race are fed;
Their Maker's bounty smiling spread. 4 The flowery tribes, all blooming, rise
Above the faint attempts of art;
Speak sweet conviction to the heart. 5 Ye curious winds, that roam abroad,
And trace creation's wonders o'er,
AND is the gospel peace and love ?
Wisdom and meek simplicity.
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!
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 labors of his life were love;
The only Perfect. Eccles. vii. 20. Job xiv. 4. Ísa. Ixiv. 6.
1 COULD I of all perfection boast,
As pure as that which Adam lost,
My Christ, my all, my only good. 2 Were I as Abra'm, strong in faith,
And boldly steadfast unto death;
And Jesus only faithful view.
Quite free from anger, strife, or fear;
And Jesus' meekness only prize. 4 Was I, as Job, submissive still,
Patient, resign'd, in every ill;
Compard with him it is but dross. 5 If I was wise as Solomon,
Like him with zeal and ardour shone;
6 Had I an angel's purity,
Yea, even this I would deny;
Rain of Heaven. Psa. lxxii. 6. Isa. lv. 10, 11.
1 AS showers on meadows newly mown,
Jesus shall shed his blessings down;
Earth shall-renew her blissful crops. 2 Lands, that beneath a burning sky,
Have long been desolate and dry,
And sudden greens and herbage wear. 3 The dews and rains in all their store,
Drenching the pastures o'er and o’er,
Which sanctifies and saves our race. 4 As, in soft silence, vernal showers
Descend, and cheer the fainting flowers;
5 That heavenly influence let me find
In holy silence of the mind,
Diffusing wide its rich perfume.
To me, but pour'd on all mankind,
Eden bless our eyes.
Zeal and Vigour in the Christian Race. Phil. iii. 12, 14,
| AWAKE, my soul! stretch every nerve,
And press with vigour on :
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 wakend powers,
Survey th’ immortal prize;
Allure thy wand'ring eyes.
Triumph in Prospect of future Glory. Rom. xiii. 11.
1 AWAKE, ye saints ! and raise your eyes,
And raise your voices high:
Which shows salvation nigh.