36. C. M.

Pillars in the Heavenly Temple. 1 ALL hail, victorious Saviour, hail !

We bow to thy command,
And' own that David's royal key

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.
3 Therein as pillars let us stand,

On an eternal base;
Upreard by thy almighty hand,

And polish'd by thy grace.
4 There, deep engraven, let us bear

The title of our God;
And mark the New Jerusalem,

As our secure abode.
5 In lasting characters inscribe

Thy own beloved name; That endless ages there may

read The great Immanuel's claim.

The voice of Nature.
1 ALMIGHTY goodness, power divine,

The fields and verdant meads display;
And bless the hand which made them shine,

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.
3 By cooling streams and softning showers

The vegetable race are fed;
And trees and plants, and herbs and flowers,

Their Maker's bounty smiling spread. 4 The flowery tribes, all blooming, rise

Above the faint attempts of art;
Their bright inimitable dyes

Speak sweet conviction to the heart. 5 Ye curious winds, that roam abroad,

And trace creation's wonders o'er,
Confess the footsteps of our God,
And bow before him and adore.

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 labors of his life were love;
Then if we bear the Saviour's name,
By his example let us move.

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,
I'd sacrifice it to thy blood,

My Christ, my all, my only good. 2 Were I as Abra'm, strong in faith,

And boldly steadfast unto death;
I'd bid my faithfulness adieu,

And Jesus only faithful view.
3 If I more meek than Moses were,

Quite free from anger, strife, or fear;
Yet this I gladly would despise,

And Jesus' meekness only prize. 4 Was I, as Job, submissive still,

Patient, resign'd, in every ill;
Yet all should fade before his cross,

Compard with him it is but dross. 5 If I was wise as Solomon,

Like him with zeal and ardour shone;
Like him I'd vain and foolish see
My wisdom, zeal, yea all but Thee.

6 Had I an angel's purity,

Yea, even this I would deny;
Nor good confess in name or thing,
But Christ my Lord, my life, my King.

Rain of Heaven. Psa. lxxii. 6. Isa. lv. 10, 11.

1 AS showers on meadows newly mown,

Jesus shall shed his blessings down;
Crown'd with whose life-infusing drops,

Earth shall-renew her blissful crops. 2 Lands, that beneath a burning sky,

Have long been desolate and dry,
Th' effusions of his love shall share,

And sudden greens and herbage wear. 3 The dews and rains in all their store,

Drenching the pastures o'er and o’er,
Are not so copious as that grace

Which sanctifies and saves our race. 4 As, in soft silence, vernal showers

Descend, and cheer the fainting flowers;
So, in the secrecy of love,
Falls the sweet influence from above.

5 That heavenly influence let me find

In holy silence of the mind,
While every grace maintains its bloom,

Diffusing wide its rich perfume.
6 Nor let these blessings be confin'd

To me, but pour'd on all mankind,
Till earth’s wide wastes in verdure rise,
And
a young

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 :
A heavenly race demands thy zeal,

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;
Nor let the glittring toys of earth,

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:
Awake, and praise that sovereign love,

Which shows salvation nigh.