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Filial Obedience.

EHOLD what wondrous grace
The Father has bestowed

On sinners of a mortal race,

To call them sons of God!

2 'Tis no surprising thing

That we should be unknown;

The Jewish world knew not their King,
God's everlasting Son.

3 Nor doth it yet appear

How great we must be made;

But when we see our Saviour here,
We shall be like our Head.

4 A hope so much divine

May trials well endure;

May purge our souls from sense and sin,
As Christ, the Lord, is pure.

5 If in my Father's love

I share a filial part,

Send down thy Spirit, like a dove,
To rest upon my heart.

6 We would no longer lie

Like slaves beneath the throne;
Our faith shall Abba, Father, cry,
And thou the kindred own.

S. M.

Watts.

411 Choosing the Service of God. Josh. xxiv. 15. L. M.

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H wretched souls who strive in vain,
Slaves to the world, and slaves to sin;

A nobler toil may I sustain,

A nobler satisfaction win.

2 May I resolve with all my heart,

With all my powers, to serve the Lord;
Nor from his precepts e'er depart,
Whose service is a rich reward.

3 Oh, be his service all my joy;
Around let my example shine,
Till others love the bless'd employ,
And join in labors so divine.

4 Be this the purpose of my soul,

My solemn, my determined choice

To yield to his supreme control, And in his kind commands rejoice. 5 Oh may I never faint nor tire,

Nor, wandering, leave his sacred ways; Great God, accept my soul's desire,

And give me strength to live thy praise.

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1 H, could I find, from day to day, A nearness to my God,

Mrs. Steele.

Then should my hours glide sweet away,
Nor sin nor fear intrude.

2 Lord, I desire with thee to live
Anew from day to day;

In joys the world can never give,
Nor ever take away.

3 O Jesus, come and rule my heart,
And make me wholly thine,
That I may never more depart,
Nor grieve thy love divine.

4 Thus, till my last expiring breath,
Thy goodness I'll adore;

And when my flesh dissolves in death,
My soul shall love thee more.

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Holy Life. Titus ii. 10, 13.
O let our lips and lives express
The holy gospel we profess;
So let our works and virtues shine,
To prove the doctrine all divine.

2 Thus shall we best proclaim abroad
The honors of our Saviour God;
When his salvation reigns within,
And grace subdues the power of sin.
3 Our flesh and sense must be denied
Passion and envy, lust and pride;
While justice, temp'rance, truth, and love,
Our inward piety approve.

4 Religion bears our spirits up,
While we expect that blessed hope-
The bright appearance of the Lord-
And faith stands leaning on his word.

C. M.

L. M.

Watts.

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Christ our Pattern.

AND is the gospel peace and love?

Such let our conversation be;
The serpent blended with the dove-
Wisdom and meek simplicity.

2 Whene'er the angry passions rise,

L. M.

And tempt our thoughts and tongues to strife, To Jesus let us lift our eyes,

Bright pattern of the Christian life.

3 Dispensing good where'er he came,
The labors of his life were love;
Then, if we bear the Saviour's name,
By his example let us move.

4 Oh, how benevolent and kind!
How mild, how ready to forgive!
Be this the temper of our mind,

And these the rules by which we live.

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The Children of God.

RACE, like an uncorrupted seed,
Abides and reigns within;

Immortal principles forbid

The sons of God to sin.

2 Not by the terrors of a slave
Do they perform his will,

But with the noblest powers they have
His sweet commands fulfill.

3 They find access, at every hour,
To God within the vail:

Hence they derive a quickening power,
And joys that never fail.

4 Oh happy souls! oh glorious state
Of overflowing grace!

To dwell so near their Father's seat,
And see his lovely face!

5 Lord, I address thy heavenly throne:
Call me a child of thine;

Send down the Spirit of thy Son
To form my heart divine.

6 There shed thy choicest loves abroad,
And make my comforts strong;

Mrs. Steele.

C. M.

Then shall I say, "My Father God,"
With an unwav'ring tongue.

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Christ our Pattern.

Y dear Redeemer and my Lord,
I read my duty in thy word;
But in thy life the law appears,
Drawn out in living characters.

2 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.
3 Cold mountains and the midnight air
Witnessed the fervor of thy prayer;
The desert thy temptations knew,
Thy conflict, and thy victory too.

4 Be thou my pattern; make me bear
More of thy gracious image here;

Then God, the Judge, shall own my name
Among the followers of the Lamb.

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Walking with God.

Watts.

L. M.

Watts.

C. M.

1 THRICE happy souls, who, born of heaven,
While yet they sojourn here,

Humbly begin their days with God,
And spend them in his fear.

2 So may our eyes with holy zeal
Prevent the dawning day;
And turn the sacred pages o'er,
And praise thy name, and pray.

3 'Midst hourly cares may love present
Its incense to thy throne;

And, while the world our hands employs,
Our hearts be thine alone.

4 At night we lean our weary heads
On thy paternal breast;
And, safely folded in thy arms,
Resign our powers to rest.

5 In solid, pure delights, like these,
Let all my days be passed;
Nor shall I then impatient wish,
Nor shall I fear the last.

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Rising to God.

OW let our souls, on wings sublime,
Rise from the vanities of time;
Draw back the parting vail, and see
The glories of eternity.

2 Born by a new celestial birth,
Why should we grovel here on earth?
Why grasp at transitory toys,
So near to heaven's eternal joys?
3 Shall aught beguile us on the road,
When we are walking back to God?
For strangers into life we come,
And dying is but going home.

4 Welcome, sweet hour of full discharge,
That sets our longing souls at large;
Unbinds our chains, breaks up our cell,
And gives us with our God to dwell.

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The broad and the narrow Way.

BROAD is the road that leads to death,

thousands walk together there;
But wisdom shows a narrow path,
With here and there a traveller.
2 "Deny thyself, and take thy cross,"
Is the Redeemer's great command:
Nature must count her gold but dross,
If she would gain this heavenly land.
3 The fearful soul that tires and faints,
And walks the ways of God no more,
Is but esteemed almost a saint,

And makes his own destruction sure.,
4 Lord, let not all my hopes be vain;
Create my heart entirely new;
Which hypocrites could ne'er attain,
Which false apostates never knew.

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Vanity of worldly Good.

THEN in the light of faith divine
We look on things below,
Honor and gold and sensual joy,
How vain and dangerous too!

L. M.

Gibbons.

L. M.

Watts.

C. M.

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