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2 Patient and meek, she suffers long,
And slowly her resentments rise,
Soon she forgets the greatest wrong,
And soon the angry passion dies.

3 She envies none their better state,
But makes her neighbor's bliss her own;
Nor vaunts herself with mind elate,
But still a modest air puts on.

4 Her neighbor's infamy and ill
To her no entertainment give;
She's pleased to see him prosper still,
And still in good repute to live.

5 This is the grace that reigns on high,
And will forever brightly burn,
When hope shall in enjoyment die,
And faith to intuition turn.

418.

C. M.

PROUD.

The Same.

1 O CHARITY! thou heavenly grace!
All tender, soft and kind!
A friend to all the human race,
To all that 's good, inclined.

2 The man of charity extends
To all his liberal hand;

His kindred, neighbors, foes and friends
His pity may command.

3 He aids the poor in their distress,
He hears when they complain;
With tender heart delights to bless,
And lessen all their pain.

4 The sick, the prisoner, poor and blind, And all the sons of grief,

In him a benefactor find;

He loves to give relief.

5 'Tis love that makes religion sweet;
'Tis love that makes us rise,
With willing mind and ardent feet,
To yonder happy skies.

6 Then let us all in love abound,
And charity pursue;

Thus shall we be with glory crowned,
And love as angels do.

419.

L. M.

WATTS.

Communing with Christ.

1 FAR from my thoughts, vain world, be gone, Let my religious hours alone;

Fain would my eyes my Savior see;
I wait a visit, Lord, from thee!

2 My heart grows warm with holy fire,
And kindles with a pure desire:
Come, my dear Jesus, from above,
And feed my soul with heavenly love.

3 The trees of life immortal stand
In blooming rows at thy right hand;
And, in sweet murmurs, by their side
Rivers of bliss perpetual glide.

4 Haste, then, but with a smiling face,
And spread the table of thy grace;
Bring down a taste of truth divine,
And cheer my heart with sacred wine,

5 Blest Jesus, what delicious fare!
How sweet thy entertainments are!
Never did angels taste above
Redeeming grace and dying love.

6 Hail! great Immanuel, all divine!
In thee thy Father's glories shine;
Thou brightest, sweetest, fairest one
That eyes have seen, or angels known!

420.

C. M.

*WATTS.

A living and a dead Faith.

1 MISTAKEN Souls! that dream of heaven,
And make their empty boast
Of inward joys, and sins forgiven,
While they are slaves to lust.

2 Vain are our fancies, airy flights,
If faith be cold and dead;

None but a living power unites
To Christ, the living head.

3 'Tis faith that purifies the heart;
'Tis faith that works by love;
That bids all sinful joys depart,
And lifts the thoughts above.

4 'Tis faith that conquers earth and hell By a celestial power;

This is the grace

that shall prevail

In the decisive hour.

5 Faith must obey her Father's will,
As well as trust his grace;

A pardoning God is jealous still
For his own holiness.

6 When from the curse he sets us free,
He makes our conscience clean;
Nor would he send his Son to be
The minister of sin.

421.

L. M.

WATTS.

We walk by Faith.

1 'Tis by the faith of joys to come
We walk through deserts dark as night;
Till we arrive at heaven, our home,
Faith is our guide, and faith our light.

2 The want of sight she well supplies:
She makes the pearly gates appear;
Far into distant worlds she pries,
And brings eternal glories near.

3 Cheerful we tread the desert through
While faith inspires a heavenly ray,
Though lions roar, and tempests blow,
And rocks and dangers fill the way.
4 So Abraham, by divine command,
Left his own house to walk with God;
His faith beheld the promised land,
And fired his zeal along the road.

422.

C. M.

J. FRIEZE.

The bright Prospect of Faith.

1 HIGH on the mountain's towering head,
While darkness veils the sky,

Faith stands, and through the stormy cloud
Directs her anxious eye.

2 Amidst the gloom, the welcome rays
With cheering lustre shine,

And open to her ardent gaze
A world of bliss divine.

3 The yawning gulf that howled beneath
Has ceased its angry roar;

The surging waves have spent their force,
And died upon the shore.

4 Far in the distance faith beholds
A flood of heavenly light;

Now spreads her pinions, and directs
To heaven her ardent flight.

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5 Far, far beyond this nether world,
Where sin and sorrow grow,

She seeks and finds that endless rest
Where joys unceasing flow.

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1 FAITH adds new charms to earthly bliss, And saves us from its snares; Its aid in every duty brings,

And softens all our cares.

2 It quells the raging flames of sin;
And lights the sacred fire

Of love to God and heavenly things,
And feeds the pure desire.

3 The wounded conscience knows its power The healing balm to give :

That balm the saddest heart can cheer,
And make the dying live.

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