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3 "Call upon me when trouble's near;
4 "The man that offers humble praise,
And those that tread my holy ways
Holiness and Grace.
1 SO let our lips and lives express
2 Thus shall we best proclaim abroad
3 Our flesh and sense must be denied,
4 Religion bears our spirits up,
1 HAPPY the man, whose cautious steps Still keep the golden mean,
Whose life, by wisdom's rules well formed, Declares a conscience clean.
3 To sect or party his large soul Disdains to be confined;
2 What blessings bounteous Heaven bestows,
The good he loves of every name,
4 His business is to keep his heart;
5 Pure is his zeal, the offspring fair
True and false Zeal.
1 ZEAL is that pure and heavenly flame The fire of love supplies;
While that which often bears the name
Is self in a disguise.
2 True zeal is merciful and mild,
Can pity and forbear;
The false is headstrong, fierce, and wild,
3 While zeal for truth the Christian warms, He knows the worth of peace;
But self contends for names and forms,
4 Self may its poor reward obtain,
Watching, Prayer, and Perseverance.
A never-dying soul to save,
O, may it all my powers engage,
2 Arm me with jealous care,
I shall forsaken die.
Steadfastness and Watchfulness implored.
1 GREAT God, my Father and my Friend,
2 Endue me with a holy fear;
The frailty of my heart reveal; Sin and its snares are always near; Thee may I always nearer feel.
3 0 that to thee my constant mind
May with a steady flame aspire, Pride in its earliest motions find,
And check the rise of wrong desire! 4 0 that my watchful soul may fly
The first-perceived approach of sin, Look up to thee when danger's nigh, And feel thy fear control within!
5 Search, gracious God, my inmost heart;
1 AWAKE, my drowsy soul, awake,
2 Now to the work of God awake;
3 The awful register goes on;
The account will surely come ; And opening day, or closing night, May bear me to my doom.
4 Tremendous thought! how deep it strikes! Yet like a dream it flies,
Till God's own voice the slumbers chase
The active Christian.
1 YE servants of the Lord,
2 Let all your lamps be bright,
3 Watch, 'tis your Lord's command;
4 O, happy servant he
In such a posture found!