4 No angry passions move,
envy fires the breast;

No

The prospect of eternal peace
Bids every trouble rest.

50 gracious Father! grant
That we this influence feel,
That all we hope, or wish, may be
Subjected to thy will.

439.

C. M.

NEEDHAM.

Meekness and Moderation.

1 HAPPY the man whose cautious steps
Still keep the golden mean!

Whose life, by wisdom's rules well formed,
Declares a conscience clean.

2 Not of himself he highly thinks,
Nor acts the boaster's part;

His modest tongue the language speaks
Of his still humbler heart.

3 Not in base scandal's arts he deals,
For truth dwells in his breast;
With grief he sees his neighbor's faults,
And thinks and hopes the best.

4 What blessings bounteous heaven bestows
He takes with thankful heart;
With temperance he both eats and drinks,
And gives the poor a part.

5 To sect or party his large soul

Disdains to be confined;

The good he loves of every name,
And prays for all mankind.

6 Pure is his zeal, the offspring fair
Of truth and heavenly love :
The bigot's rage can never dwell
Where rests the peaceful dove.

7 His business is to keep his heart;
Each passion to control;
Nobly ambitious well to rule
The empire of his soul.

440.

L. M.

Patience.

ANONYMOUS.

1 PATIENCE!-0, what a grace divine! Sent from the God of power and love, Submissive to our Father's hand,

As through the wilds of life we rove.

2 By patience we serenely bear

The troubles of our mortal state,
And wait, contented, our discharge,
Nor think our glory comes too late.

3 Though we, in full sensation, feel
The weight, the wounds our God ordains,
We smile amid our heaviest woes,
And triumph in our sharpest pains.

4 O, for this grace, to aid us on,

And arm with fortitude the breast,
Till, life's tumultuous voyage o'er,
We reach the shores of endless rest!

5 Faith into vision shall be brought;
And hope shall in fruition die;
And patience in possession end,
In the bright worlds of bliss on high.

441.

C. M.

*WATTS.

Prudence and Peace-making.

10 'TIS a lovely thing to see
A man of prudent heart!

Whose thoughts and lips and life agree
To act a useful part.

2 When envy, strife and wars begin
In little angry souls,

Mark how the sons of peace come in,
And quench the kindling coals.

3 Their minds are humble, mild and meek, Nor does their anger rise,

Nor passion move their lips to speak,
Nor pride exalt their eyes.

4 Their lives are prudence mixed with love;
Good works employ their day;
They join the serpent with the dove,
But cast the sting away.

5 Such was the Savior of mankind;
Such pleasures he pursued ;
His manners gentle and refined,
His soul divinely good.

442.

C. M.

FAWCETT.

Importance of Religion.

1 RELIGION is the chief concern

Of mortals here below;

May I its great importance learn,
Its sovereign virtue know.

2 More needful this than glittering wealth,
Or aught the world bestows;
Not reputation, food or health
Can give us such repose.

3 Religion should our thoughts engage
Amidst our youthful bloom;
"Twill fit us for declining age,
And for th' approaching tomb.

4 O may my heart, by grace renewed,
Be my Redeemer's throne;
And be my stubborn will subdued,
His government to own.

5 Let deep repentance, faith and love
Be joined with godly fear;
And all my conversation prove
My heart to be sincere.

6 Preserve me from the snares of sin
Through my remaining days;
And in me let each virtue shine
To my Redeemer's praise.

443.

L. M.

MRS. STEELE.

Holy Resolve.

1 Ан, 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 I would 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 O be his service all my joy!
Around let my example shine;
Till others love the blest 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.
50 may I never faint nor tire,

Nor wander from thy sacred ways!
Great God, accept my soul's desire,
And give me strength to live thy praise.

444.

L. M.

WATTS.

Self-knowledge, and Abstraction from Earth.

1 My God, permit me not to be
A stranger to myself and thee:
Amidst a thousand thoughts I rove,
Forgetful of my highest love.

2 Why should my passions mix with earth,
And thus debase my heavenly birth?
Why should I cleave to things below,
And let my God, my Savior go?

3 Call me away from flesh and sense; One sovereign word can draw me thence: I would obey the voice divine,

And all inferior joys resign.

4 Be earth, with all her scenes, withdrawn; Let noise and vanity be gone:

In secret silence of the mind

My heaven, and there my God, I find.