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White blowship of love,
Who reigns in light above.
Thy heart made truly His
In whom no darkness is.
Thy darkness pass'd away,
In which is perfect day.
No fearful shade shall wear,
For Christ bath conquer'd there,
Peaceful, serene, and bright:
And God himself is light. 343
Clear as the summer's evening ray,
Enjoys on earth celestial day.
No jars bis peaceful tent invade;
Hostile to none-of none afraid.
Inspire our hearts,- our souls possess ; Repel each passion rude and wild,
And bless us, as we aim to bless.
Would be but sounding bruss.
Each myst'ry to explain ;
My knowledge would be vain.
As mountains to remove,
That did not work by love.
Whatever be denied, -
And all my actions guide.
In wonder, love, and praise.
The gratitude declare,
But thou canst read it there.
Thy mercy lent an ear,
To form themselves in priyer.
With heedless steps, I ran;
Aud led me up to man.
WHEN rising Lou surveys,
5 Through hidden dangers, toils, and deaths,
It gently clear'd my way;
More to be fear'd than they.
Thy goodness I'll pursue ;
The pleasing theme renew. 7 Through all eternity to thee
A grateful song I'll raise ; But 0 ! eternity's too sbort
To utter all thy praise. 846
4th P. M. 886, 886. Gratitude evinced by living to God's glory. E it my cnly wisdom here,
And walking in the good.
Jesus, to me be given :
And find my way to heaven. 847
What foe can make our souls afraid !
And mountains down the gulf be hurld, His people smile amid the shock :
They look beyond this transient world.
8: There is a river pure and bright,
Whose streams niake glud the heavenly plains;
The city of our God remains.
With his unclouded presence blest,
1st P. M, 6 lines 85.
The good Shepherd.
And feed me with a shepherd's care;
27th P. M. 4 lines 118. Rejvicing in the care of the good Shepherd. THE Lord is my Shepherd, no want shall I know :
though I stray, Since thou art my guardian, no evil I fear; Thy rod shall delend me, thy staff be my stay;
No harm can befall, with my Comforter near. 3 In the midst of affliction my table is spread;
With blessings unmeasured my cup runnethcer: With oil and perfume thou anointest my head;
O what shall i ask of thy providence more! 4 Let goodness and mercy, my bountiful God,
Still follow my steps till i meet the above; I seek--by the path which my forefathers trod, Through the land of their sojourn-thy king
dom of love.
C.M. Are they not all ministering spirits ? IV HUCH of the monarchs
of the earth Encircled from our second birth
With all the heavenly powers! 2 Myriads of bright, cherubic bands,
Sent by the King of kings, Rejoice to bear us in their hands,
And shade us with their wings. 3 Angels, where'er we go, attend
Our steps, whate'er betide;
Apd evil turn aside.