2. Blest are the men of broken heart, 3. Blest are the meek, who stand afar 4. Blest are the souls that thirst for grace, PAUSE. 5. Blest are the pure, whose hearts are clean With endless pleasure they shall see 6. Blest are the men whose bowels move 7. Blest are the men of peaceful life, peace. 8. Blest are the sufferers who partake 261. S. M. WATTS. Characters of the righteous and of the wicked. [Psalm i.] 1. THE man is ever blest Who shuns the sinner's ways, Amongst their counsels never stands, Nor takes the scorner's place; 2. But makes the law of God His study and delight Amidst the labours of the day And watches of the night. 3. He like a tree shall thrive With waters near the root; Fresh as the leaf his name shall live, 4. Not so the ungodly race, They no such blessings find; 5. God knows and he approves The way the righteous go; But sinners and their works shall meet A dreadful overthrow. 262. c. M. MISS WILLIAMS. Habitual devotion. 1. WHILE thee I seek, protecting Power! 2. Thy love the powers of thought bestow'd; 3. In each event of life how clear Each blessing to my soul more dear, 4. In every joy that crowns my days, My heart shall find delight in praise, 5. When gladness wings my favour'd hour, Thy love my thoughts shall fill: Resign'd when storms of sorrow lower, My soul shall meet thy will. 6. My lifted eye, without a tear, The lowering storm shall see; My steadfast heart shall know no fear: 263. L. M. T. SCOTT. Devotion vain without virtue. 1. THE uplifted eye and bended knee 2. Can rites and forms and flaming zeal 3. The pure, the humble, contrite mind, Than Sheba's groves or Sharon's fields. 4. "Be just and kind:" that great command Doth on eternal pillars stand: This did thine ancient prophets teach, 264. C. M. BROWNE. The true way to please God. 1. WHEREWITH shall I approach the Lord, Or how procure his kind regard, 2. Shall altars flame, and victims bleed, Will these my earnest wish succeed, 3. O no, my soul, 't were fruitless all; 4. To men their rights I must allow, 5. Hands that are clean, and hearts sincere, He never will despise ; To costly sacrifice. 265. P. M. J. TAYLOR. Imperishable wealth. 1. SHALL man, to sordid views confined, And waste his energy of mind Rise, rise, my soul, and spurn such low desires, Nor quench in groveling dust heaven's noblest fires. |