6 But I of means have made my boast; Of means an idol made:

The spirit in the letter lost,-
The substance, in the shade.

7 Where am I now, or what my hope?
What can my weakness do?
Jesus, to thee my soul looks up:
'Tis thou must make it new.

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No peace but in the favour of God. WHERE is now that glowing love That mark'd our union with the Lord? Our hearts were fix'd on things above, Nor could the world a joy afford.

2 Where is the zeal that led us then

To make our Saviour's glory known?
That freed us from the fear of men,

And kept our eye on him alone?
3 Where are the happy seasons, spent
In fellowship with him we loved?
The sacred joy, the sweet content,

The blessedness that then we proved? 4 Behold, again we turn to thee;

O, cast us not away, though vile: No peace we have, no joy we see,

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The spirit of the ancient worthies.
FOR that flame of living fire,

of old: Which bade their souls to heaven aspire,Calm in distress, in danger bold.

2 Where is that Spirit, Lord, which dwelt

In Abrah'm's breast, and seal'd him thine? Which made Paul's heart with sorrow melt,

And glow with energy divine ?—

3 That Spirit, which from age to age
Proclaim'd thy love, and taught thy ways?
Brighten'd Isaiah's vivid page,

And breathed in David's hallow'd lays?
4 Is not thy grace as mighty now
As when Elijah felt its power;
When glory beam'd from Moses' brow,
Or Job endured the trying hour?
5 Remember, Lord, the ancient days;
Renew thy work; thy grace restore;
And while to thee our hearts we raise,
On us thy Holy Spirit pour.

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Broken vows lamented.

GOD! how often hath thine ear
To me in willing mercy bow'd;
While, worshipping thine altar near,
Lowly I wept, and strongly vow'd:
But ah! the feebleness of man!
Have I not vow'd and wept in vain?
2 Return, O Lord of Hosts, return!
Behold thy servant in distress;
My faithlessness again I mourn;

Again forgive my faithlessness;
And to thine arms of mercy take,
And bless me for the Saviour's sake.

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The warning voice of Jesus.
YRACIOUS Redeemer, shake

S. M.

Say to me now,-Awake, awake!
And Christ shall make thee whole.

2 Lay to thy mighty hand;
Alarm me in this hour;
And make me fully understand
The thunder of thy power.

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Walk in the light. |

WALK in the light! so shalt thou kno

That fellowship of love, His Spirit only can bestow Who reigns in light above.

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2 Walk in the light! and thou shalt fin Thy heart made truly His

Who dwells in cloudless light enshrined, In whom no darkness is.

3 Walk in the light! and thou shalt owr Thy darkness pass'd away,

Because that Light hath on thee shone In which is perfect day.

4 Walk in the light! and e'en the tomb
No fearful shade shall wear;
Glory shall chase away its gloom,
For Christ hath conquer'd there.

5 Walk in the light! thy path shall be Peaceful, serene, and bright:

For God, by grace, shall dwell in thee, And God himself is light.

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Meekness.

|APPY the meek, whose gentle breast ray,

Calm as the regions of the blest,
Enjoys on earth celestial day.

2 His heart no broken friendships sting No jars his peaceful tent invade; He rests beneath the' Almighty's wing, Hostile to none-of none afraid. 3 Spirit of grace! all meek and mild,

Inspire our hearts, our souls possess Repel each passion rude and wild,

And bless us, as we aim to bless.

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Meekness.

the meek, whose gentle breast, as the summer's evening ray, he regions of the blest, on earth celestial day. rt no broken friendships sting; his peaceful tent invade; eneath the' Almighty's wing to none-of none afraid. grace! all meek and mild, Our hearts,-our souls possess; passion rude and wild, Es us, as we aim to bless.

Charity, or Love.

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HGreat God, without thy grace,

My loudest words, my loftiest songs,
Would be but sounding brass.
2 Though thou shouldst give me skill
Each myst'ry to explain;
Without a heart to do thy will,
My knowledge would be vain.
3 Had I such faith in God,

As mountains to remove,
No faith could work effectual good,
That did not work by love.
4 Grant, then, this one request,-
Whatever be denied,-
That love divine may
rule
And all my actions guide.
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Gratitude.

WHEN all thy mercies, O my God,
My soul surveys,
Transported with the view, I'm lost
In wonder, love, and praise.

20 how can words with equal warmth
The gratitude declare,

That glows within my ravish'd heart?--
But thou canst read it there.

3 To all my weak complaints and cries,
Thy mercy lent an ear,

Ere yet my feeble thoughts had learn'd
To form themselves in prayer.

4 When in the slipp'ry paths of youth,
With heedless steps, I ran;
Thine arm, unseen, convey'd me safe,
And led me up to man.

2 O grant that nothing in my soul
May dwell, but thy pure love alone:
O may thy love possess me whole,-

My joy, my treasure, and my crown:
Strange flames far from my heart remove;
My every act, word, thought, be love.
3 Unwearied may I this pursue;

Dauntless to the high prize aspire;
Hourly within my soul renew

This holy flame, this heavenly fire:
And day and night, be all my care
To guard the sacred treasure there.
4 In suff'ring be thy love my peace;

In weakness be thy love my power;
And when the storms of life shall cease,
Jesus, in that important hour,
In death as life be thou my guide,
And save me, who for me hast died.

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The race for glory.

AWAKE, my soul ! stretch every nerve,

And
vigour on;
A heavenly race demands thy zeal,
And an immortal crown.

2 'Tis God's all-animating voice
That calls thee from on high;
'Tis he whose hand presents the prize
To thine aspiring eye.

3 A cloud of witnesses around
Hold thee in full survey;
Forget the steps already trod,
And onward urge thy way.

4 Blest Saviour! introduced by thee,
Our race have we begun;
And, crown'd with vict'ry, at thy feet
We'll lay our trophies down.

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