The prospect of eternal peace
Bids every trouble rest.

5 O 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!-O, 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 0 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.
5 0 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.