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But oft, alas! too well I know,
My thoughts, my love, are fix'd below;
every lifeless prayer I find
The heart unmov'd, the absent mind.
O! what that frozen heart can move,
That melts not at the Saviour's love?
What can that sluggish spirit raise,
That will not sing the Saviour's praise.
Lord, draw my best affections hence,
Above this world of sin and sense;
Cause them to soar beyond the skies,
And rest not, till to thee they rise.
"I am the way, the truth, and the life."
THOU art the Way! to thee alone
From sin and death we flee;
And he who would the Father seek,
Must seek him, Lord, by thee.
Thou art the Truth! thy word alone
True wisdom can impart;
Thou only canst inform the mind,
And purify the heart.
Thou art the Life! the rending tomb
Proclaims thy conquering arm;
And they who put their trust in thee,
Nor death nor hell can harm.
Thou art the Way, the Truth, the Life!
Grant us that Way to know,
That Truth to keep, that Life to win,
Whose joys eternal flow.
The Christian's pattern.
MY great Redeemer, and my Lord,
I read my duty in thy word;
But in thy life the law appears
Drawn out in living characters.
Such was thy truth, and such thy zeal,
Such deference to thy Father's will,
Such love, and meekness so divine,
I would transcribe, and make them mine.
Cold mountains and the midnight air
Witness'd the fervour of thy prayer!
The desert thy temptations knew,
Thy conflict, and thy victory too.
Be thou my pattern; make me bear
More of thy gracious image here ;
Then God the Judge shall own my name
Amongst the followers of the Lamb.
Holiness the design of the Gospel.
SO let our lips and lives express
The holy gospel we profess;
So let our works and virtues shine,
То prove the doctrine all divine.
Thus shall we best proclaim abroad
The honours of our Saviour-God,
When his salvation reigns within,
And grace subdues the power of sin.
Our flesh and sense must be denied,
Passion and envy, lust and pride;
While justice, temperance, truth, and love
Our inward piety approve.
4 The Gospel bears our spirits up,
While we expect that blessed hope,
The bright appearance of the Lord,
And Faith relies upon his word.
"Be thou in the fear of the Lord all the day long." 1 THRICE happy souls, who, born from heaven, While yet they sojourn here, Humbly begin their days with God, And spend them in his fear!
2 Midst hourly cares may love present
Its incense to thy throne;
And while the world our hands employs,
Our hearts be thine alone.
3 As sanctified to noblest ends,
Be each refreshment sought;
And by each various providence
Some wise instruction brought.
4 When to laborious duties call'd,
Or by temptation tried,
We'll seek the shelter of thy wings,
And in thy strength confide.
5 As different scenes of life arise,
Our grateful hearts would be
With thee amidst the social band,
In solitude with thee.
6 In solid, pure delights, like these,
Let all my days be past;
Nor shall I then impatient wish,
Nor shall I fear the last.
BLEST are the humble souls that see
Their emptiness and poverty;
Treasures of grace to them are given,
And crowns of joy laid up in heaven.
Blest are the men of broken heart,
Who mourn for sin with inward smart;
The blood of Christ divinely flows,
A healing balm for all their woes.
Blest are the souls that thirst for grace,
Hunger and long for righteousness;
They shall be well supplied and fed,
With living streams and living bread.
Blest are the pure, whose hearts are clean,
From the defiling power of sin;
With endless pleasure they shall see
A God of spotless purity.
Blest are the sufferers who partake
Of pain and shame for Jesus' sake;
Their souls shall triumph in the Lord,
Glory and joy are their reward.
conversation be as it becometh the gospel of Christ."
AND is the gospel peace
Such let our conversation be;
The serpent blended with the dove,
Wisdom and meek simplicity.
Whene'er the angry passions rise,
And tempt our thoughts and tongues to strife,
To Jesus let us lift our eyes,
Bright pattern of the christian life.
O how benevolent and kind!
How mild! how ready to forgive!
Be his the temper of our minds,
And his the rules by which we live.
But ah! how blind, how weak we are!
How frail-how apt to turn aside!
Lord, we depend upon thy care,
And ask thy Spirit for our guide.
The grace of christian love.
HOW sweet, how heavenly is the sight,
When those that love the Lord
In one another's peace delight,
And so fulfil his word!
When each can feel his brother's sigh,
And with him bear a part;
When sorrow flows from eye to eye,
And joy from heart to heart,
When free from envy, scorn, and pride,
Our wishes all above,
Each can his brother's failings hide,
And show a brother's love.
When love, in one delightful stream,
Through every bosom flows;
When union sweet, and kind esteem
In every action glows.
Love is the golden chain that binds
The happy souls above;
And he's an heir of heaven that finds
His bosom glow with love,