4. Our flesh and sense must be denied, While justice, temperance, truth and love, Our inward piety approve. 5. What though we drink of sorrow's cup, Hope waits the coming of the Lord, 165. L. M. The Character and Happiness of Christians. 1. BLESS'D are the poor of patient mind, 2. Bless'd are the men who mourn for sin, 3. Bless'd are the meek, who stand afar 4. Bless'd are the men who seek his face, 5. Bless'd are the men whose bosoms move That GOD is merciful and kind. 6. Bless'd are the pure, whose hearts are clean With endless pleasure they shall see 7. Bless'd are the men of peaceful life, 8. Bless'd are the sufferers who partake 166. c. M. The Christian Race. 1. AWAKE, my soul, stretch every nerve, 2. 'Tis God's all-animating voice, 3. That prize, with peerless glories bright, When victors' wreaths, and monarchs' 4. May we, with sacred ardour fir'd, And meet with joy the high command 167. L. M. The Christian Warfare. 1. gems, STAND up, my soul, shake off thy fears, 2. Sin and the world resist thy course; 3. Then let my soul march boldly on, 4. There shall I wear a victor's crown, WHY should we waste in trifling cares The lives divine compassion spares, While, in the various range of thought, The one thing needful is forgot? 2. Shall GoD invite us from above, 3. Not so our eyes will always view When death's decisive hour is near. 4. Almighty God! thy aid impart Thy power can clear the darkest eyes, 169. L. M. Prayer for Wisdom and Virtue. 1. SUPREME and universal Light! Fountain of reason! Judge of right! Parent of good! whose blessings flow On all above and all below; 2. Without whose kind, directing ray, 3. Assist me, LORD! to act, to be 4. May my expanded soul disclaim 5. O Father! faith and virtue grant; No more I wish, no more I want: To know, to serve thee, and to love, Is peace below, is bliss above. 170. P. M.. Love to God and Man. 1. FATHER of our feeble race, Wise, beneficent, and kind! Spread o'er nature's ample face, Flows thy goodness unconfin'd: Musing in the silent grove, Or the busy walks of men, Still we trace thy wondrous love, Claiming large returns again. |