3 4 5 Chains may my body bind, These limbs all fettered be; Lord! ever grant me grace, Nor let me yield compliance base, Oh, may I seek thy will, To Christ's pure word be true, 165. P.M. BARBAULD. Devout joy. 1 JOY to those that love the Lord!' 2 3 Saith the sure eternal word. Not of earth the joy it brings, 'Tis the joy of pardoned sin, 'Tis a joy that, seated deep, Leaves not when we sigh and weep; 4 Stern and awful are its tones When the patriot martyr groans, And the death-pulse beating high, 5 Tenderer is the form it wears, Touched with love, dissolved in tears, Sinners clasp the mercy-seat. 6 'Tis joy e'en here! a budding flower, Struggling with the storm and shower, Till its season to expand Planted in its native land. 166. L.M. C. WESLEY. The primitive church. 1 HAPPY the souls who first believed,— To Jesus and each other cleaved,— Joined by the spirit from above, In mystic fellowship of love. 2 On God they cast their every care, 3 Sweet is the memory of those days, Where shall we wander now to find 4 Ye different sects, who all declare 5 Join every soul that looks to thee Greatest of gifts, thy love impart, 167. P. M. MISS POPPLE. Christian unity. 1 RESTORE, O Father! to our times restore The peace which filled thine infant church Ere lust of power had sown the seeds of strife, And quenched the new-born charities of life. 2 Oh, never more may differing judgments part, From kindly sympathy a brother's heart, But linked in one, believing thousands kneel, And share with each the sacred joy they feel. 3 From soul to soul, quick as the sun-beam's ray, Let concord spread one universal day; And faith by love, lead all mankind to theeParent of peace, and fount of harmony. 1 168. P.M. C. WESLEY. "That they also may be one in us.” FATHER! at thy footstool see Those who now are one in thee! 2 Meek and lowly let us be, 3 Still forget the things behind,- 4 169. P.M. MILMAN. Jesus "touched with a feeling of our infirmities.” 1 WHEN our heads are bowed with woe, When our bitter tears o'erflow; When we mourn the lost, the dear, 2 He hath wandered lone, forlorn, 3 He hath bowed the dying head; 5 When the spirit shrinks with fear; IS 170. L. M. MRS. GILMAN. GOD our refuge. 1 Is there a lone and dreary hour When worldly pleasures lose their power; My Father! let me turn to thee, And set each thought of darkness free. 1 171. P. M. BULFINCH. Succour in GOD. WHEN by pain and care oppressed, |