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417. C. M. Watts.
Aspiring to Heavenly Joys. THERE's nothing round the spacious earth, That suits my large desires; To boundless joys and solid mirth, My nobler thought aspires.
2 Where pleasure rolls its living flood,
3 Had I the pinions of a dove,
418. C. M. Walls.
WHEN Christ, with all his graces crown'
Sheds his kind beams
"Tis a young heaven on earthly ground And glory in the bud.
2 A blooming paradise of joy
3 But, an! how soon my joys decay!
And snatch the heavenly scene away
4 When shall the time, dear Jesus, when,
That I shall leave these clouds of sin,
5 Up to the fields above the skies
419. C. M. W. & B.
Longing for Heaven. Job iii. 17. vii. 16
Tir'd of the sins and griefs of this,
2 There Jesus, the unsetting Sun,
3 "Tis there the weary are at rest,
The mind with guilt no more opprest,
4 Discord and strife, those regions fly,
5 And can I longer wish to stay,
420. C. M. Watts.
Doubts scattered; or, Joy restored.
ENCE from my soul, sad thoughts, begone,
2 Darkness and doubts had veil'd my mind,
Till sovereign grace with shining rays
3 0 what immortal joys I felt,
4 In vain the tempter frights my soul,
421. C. M. Resignation; or, God our Portion. times of sorrow and of joy,' Great God! are in thy hand; My choicest comforts come from thee, And go at thy command.
2 If thou shouldst take them all away,
3 Nor would I drop a murm'ring word, Though the whole world were gone; But seek enduring happiness
In Thee, and Thee alone.
4 What is the world, with all its stores?
When I attempt to pluck the rose,
5 Here perfect bliss can ne'er be found, The honey's mix'd with gall; 'Midst changing scenes, and dying friends, Be Thou my all in all.
422. C. M.
MY God, my Father, thou art wise;
2 Whate'er thy sacred will ordains,
3 If pain and sickness rend this frame, And life almost depart,
Is not thy mercy still the same,
4 If cares and sorrows me surround, Their power why should I fear? My inward peace they cannot wound, If thou, my God, art near.
5 Thy sovereign ways are all unknown
423. C. M. Cowper.
LORD, my best desires fulfil,
Life, health, and comfort, to thy will,
2 Why should I shrink at thy command,
3 No! let me rather freely yield
4 Thy favour, all my journey through Thou art engaged to grant; What else I want, or think I do, "Tis better still to want.
5 Wisdom and mercy guide my way Shall I resist them both?
A poor blind creature of a day,
6 But, ah! my inward spirit cries,
424. C. M. Watts.
Formality in Worship, detestable.
GOD is a Spirit, just and wise,
He sees our
In vain to heaven we raise our cries,
2 Nothing but truth before his throne
3 Their lifted eyes salute the skies,
Their bending knees the ground; But God abhors the sacrifice, Where not the heart is found.
4 Lord, search my thoughts, and try my ways,
425. L. M. Rippon's Selection. In your patience possess ye your souls. a grace divine!
Sent from the God of power and love. Submissive to its Father's hand, As through the wilds of life we rove.
2 By patience we serenely bear
The troubles of our mortal state,