HYMN 330. P. M. 8, 8, & 6s.
F solid happiness we prize, Within our breasts this jewel lies;
And they are fools who roam.
The world has little to bestow: From our own selves our joys must flow; Our bliss begins at home.
2 We'll therefore relish with content Whate'er kind Providence has sent, Nor aim beyond our pow'r: And if our store of wealth be small, With thankful heart improve it all, Nor waste the present hour.
3 To be resign'd, when ills betide, Patient, when favours are denied,
And pleas'd with favours giv'n: This is the wise, the virtuous part; This is that incense of the heart,
Whose fragrance reaches heav'n.
4 Thus through life's changing scenes we'll go, Its chequer'd paths of joy and wo With cautious steps we'll tread; Quit its vain scenes without a tear, Without a trouble or a fear,
And mingle with the dead:
5 While conscience, like a faithful friend, Shall through the gloomy vale attend, And cheer our dying breath; Shall, when all other comforts cease, Like a kind angel, whisper peace,
And smooth the bed of death.
HYMN 331. C. M.
Y gracious God, accept my pray'r! If e'er thy love divine
Should prosper my well-meaning care, And wealth should e'er be mine:
2 May humble worth, without a fear, Approach my open door; Nor may I ever view a tear, Regardless, from the poor.
30 bless me with an honest mind, Above all selfish ends; Humanely warm to all mankind, And cordial to my friends.
4 Thee in remembrance may I bear, To thee my tribute raise;
Conclude each day with fervent pray'r, And wake each morn with praise.
5 Thus through my life may I approve The gratitude I owe;
And share at length thy bliss above, Whose laws I keep below!
HEREFORE should man, frail child of clay. Who, from the cradle to the shroud, Lives but the insect of a day,
O 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 doubts perplex'd, in error lost,
With trembling step he seeks his way: How vain of wisdom's gift the boast! Of reason's lamp how faint the ray! 4 Follies and crimes, a countless sum, Are crowded in life's little span :
How ill, alas, does pride become That erring, guilty creature, man! 5 God of my life! Father divine!
Give me a meek and lowly mind; In modest worth, O let me shine, And peace in humble virtue find.
HYMN 333. L. M.
FT have I turn'd mine eye within,
10F And brought to light some latent sin;
But pride, the vice I most detest, Still lurks securely in my breast.
2 She hides my follies from mine eyes, And lifts my virtues to the skies; And while the specious tale she tells, Her own deformity conceals.
3 Rend, O my God! the veil away; Bring forth the monster to the day ; Expose her hideous form to view, And all her restless pow'r subdue. 4 So shall humility divine Again possess this heart of mine; And form a temple for my God, Which he will make his lov'd abode.
1 HE man, whose firm and equal mind To solid glory is inclin'd,
Determin'd will his path pursue, And keep the godlike prize in view. 2 His calm, undaunted, manly breast, Of virtue, honour, truth possess'd, Will stem the torrent of the age, And fearless tread this mortal stage.
3 Amidst th' assailing ills of life, Pride, passion, malice, envy, strife, He'll act his part without disguise, Intrepid, gen'rous, just, and wise. 4 In conscious rectitude secure, This man unshaken shall endure Of human woes the num'rous train, Oppression, bondage, sickness, pain. 5 And when, at last, th' eternal Pow'r Shall fix th' irrevocable hour,
That solemn hour which none can fly, Since 'tis decreed that all must die: 6 Conscious of sov'reign mercy near, Its voice shall banish ev'ry fear; While faith and hope in joys to come Waft him to realms beyond the tomb.
HYMN 335. L. M.
M'A stranger to myself and thee:
Y God! permit me not to be А
Amidst a thousand thoughts I rove, Forgetful of my highest love.
2 Why should my passions mix with earth, And thus debase my heav'nly birth? Why should I cleave to things below, And let my God, my Father, go?
3 Call me away from flesh and sense; Thy gracious word can draw me thence I would obey the voice divine,
And all inferior joys resign.
4 Be earth, with all her cares, withdrawn; Let noise and vanity be gone:
In secret silence of the mind,
My heav'n, and there my God, I find.
HYMN 336. L. M.
RETURN, my roving heart, return,
And chase these shadowy forms no more; Seek out some solitude to mourn,
And thy forsaken God implore.
2 Wisdom and pleasure dwell at home; Retir'd and silent seek them there: This is the way to overcome,
The way to break the tempter's snare. 3 And thou, my God, whose piercing eye Distinct surveys each deep recess, In these abstracted hours draw nigh, And with thy presence fill the place. 4 Through all the mazes of my heart, My search let heav'nly wisdom guide; And still its radiant beams impart,
Till all be search'd and purified. 5 Then with the visits of thy love Vouchsafe my inmost soul to cheer; Till ev'ry grace shall join to prove, That God hath fix'd his dwelling there
HYMN 337. L. M.
F high or low our station be,
For noble or ignoble name;
By uncorrupted honesty,
Thy blessing, Lord, we'll humbly claim.
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