2

Who among men, great Lord of all! Thy servant to his bar shall call ; Judge him, for modes of faith, thy foe, And doom him to the realms of woe?

3

Who with another's eye can read,
Or worship by another's creed?
Trusting thy grace, we form our own,
And bow to thy commands alone.

4

If wrong, correct; accept, if right;
While faithful we improve our light,
Condemning none, but zealous still
To learn and follow all thy will.

5

When shall our happy eyes behold
All Christians fashion'd in thy mould;
And charity our lineage prove
Deriv'd from thee, O God of love!

276.

Love to Truth.

1

IMPOSTURE shrinks from light,
And dreads the curious eye;
But Christian truths the test invite ;
They bid us search and try.

2

May we, O Lord, maintain

A meek inquiring mind;

Assur'd we shall not search in vain,

But hidden treasure find.

3

With understanding blest,

Created to be free;

Our faith on man we dare not rest,

Subject to none but thee.

4

;

Lord! give the light we need With soundest knowledge fill; From baneful error guard our creed; From prejudice, our will.

5

The truth thou shalt impart, May we with firmness own; Abhorring each evasive art, And fearing thee alone.

277.

Christian Zeal tempered by Charity.

1

GREAT God! whose all-pervading eye Sees every passion of the soul !

When sunk too low, or rais'd too high, Teach me those passions to control.

2

Temper the fervours of my frame;
Be charity their constant spring:
And oh let no unhallow'd flame
Pollute the offerings which I bring!

Let love with piety unite,
To change the bias of my will;
While hope and heavenly faith excite,
And wisdom regulates, my zeal ;—

Wisdom, that wrath to meekness turns;
Wisdom descending from above;
And let my zeal, whene'er it burns,
Be kindled by the flames of love.

278.

'Blessed are the Meek.

1

'BLEST are the meek,' he said,
Whose doctrine is divine;

The humble-minded, earth possess,
And bright in heaven will shine.

2

While here on earth they stay, Calm peace with them shall dwell, And cheerful hope, and heavenly joy, Beyond what tongue can tell.

The God of peace is theirs ; They own his gracious sway; And yielding all their wills to him, His sovereign laws obey.

4

No angry passions move,
No envy fires their breast;
The prospect of eternal peace,
Bids every trouble rest.

5

O gracious Father! grant
That we this influence feel,
That all we hope, or wish, may be
Subjected to thy will!

279.

Meekness.

1

HAPPY the meek, whose gentle breast,
Clear as the summer's evening ray,
Calm as as the regions of the blest,
Enjoys on earth celestial day!

2

No friendships broke, their bosom sting, No storms their peaceful tent invade; They rest beneath the Almighty's wing; Hostile to none, of none afraid.

3

Spirit of grace, all meek and mild !
Inspire our breasts, our souls possess ;
Repel each passion, rude and wild;
And bless us as we aim to bless.

280.

Folly of Pride.

1

WHEREFORE should man, frail child of clay,
Who, from the cradle to the shroud,
Lives but the insect of a day-

Oh why should mortal man be proud?

2

His brightest visions just appear;
Then vanish, and no more are found:
The stateliest pile his pride can rear,
A breath may level with the ground.

3

By doubt perplex'd, in error lost,
With trembling step he seeks his way;
How vain of wisdom's gifts the boast!
Of reason's lamp, how faint the ray!

4

Follies and crimes, a countless sum,
Are crouded in life's little span :
How ill, alas, does pride become
That erring, guilty creature, man!

5

God of our life! Father divine!
Give us a meek and lowly mind;
In modest worth, oh may we shine;
And peace in humble virtue find.

281.

Humility and Submission.

1

Is there ambition in my heart?
Search, gracious God! and see:
Or do I act a haughty part?
Lord, I appeal to thee.

2

I charge my thoughts, be humble still,
And all my carriage mild;

Content, my Father, with thy will,
And quiet as a child.

3

The patient soul, the lowly mind,
Shall have a large reward:
Let saints in sorrow lie resign'd,
And trust a faithful Lord.

282.

Compassionate Intercession for the Thoughtless.

1

INDULGENT God! with pitying eye
The sons of men survey:
Alas! how thoughtless mortals sport
In sin's destructive way!

2

Ten thousand dangers lurk around
To bear them to the tomb;

Each passing hour may place them where
Repentance cannot come.

3

Reclaim, O Lord, their wandering minds,
Amus'd with airy schemes;

That heavenly wisdom may dispel
Their visionary dreams.

4

Guide and direct them by thy word
Their dangerous state to see;
That they may seek and find the path
That leads to heaven and thee.

283.

Secret Devotion.

1

FATHER divine! thy piercing eye
Looks through the shades of night;
In deep retirement thou art nigh,
With heart-discerning sight.