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C. M.

WATTS.

The aged Christian's Prayer. Ps. 71.
1 GOD of my childhood and my youth,
The guide of all my days!

I have declared thy heavenly truth,
And told thy wondrous ways.

2 Wilt thou forsake my hoary hairs,
And leave my fainting heart?
Who shall sustain my sinking years
If God my strength depart?

3 Let me thy power and truth proclaim
To the surviving age,

And leave a savor of thy name
When I shall quit the stage.

4 The land of silence and of death
Attends my next remove;

inay these poor

remains of breath
Teach the wide world thy love!

5 By long experience have I known
Thy sovereign power to save;
At thy command venture down
Securely to the grave.

6 When I lie buried deep in dust,
My flesh shall be thy care;

These withering limbs with thee I trust,
To raise them strong and fair.

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C. M.

T. HUMPHRIES.

'Lord, remember me.'

1 0 THOU, from whom all goodness flows, 1 lift my soul to thee;

In all my sorrows, conflicts, woes,
Good Lord, remember me.

2 When on my aching, burdened heart
My sins lie heavily,

Thy pardon grant, new peace impart ;
Good Lord, remember me.

3 When trials sore obstruct my way,
And ills I cannot flee,

O let my strength be as my day;
Good Lord, remember me.

4 When worn with pain, disease, and grief, This feeble body see;

Grant patience, rest, and kind relief;
Good Lord, remember me.

5 When in the solemn hour of death
I wait thy just decree,

Be this the prayer of my last breath, -
Good Lord, remember me.

6 And when before thy throne I stand,
And lift my soul to thee,

Then, with the saints at thy right hand, Good Lord, remember me.

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1 BLEST are the men of broken heart,
Who mourn for sin with inward smart ;
The love of Christ divinely flows,
A healing balm for all their woes.
2 Blest are the meek, who stand afar
From rage and passion, noise and war;
God will secure their happy state,
And plead their cause against the great.
3 Blest are the souls that thirst for grace,
Hunger and long for righteousness;
They shall be well supplied and fed
With living streams and living bread.

4 Blest are the pure, whose hearts are clean From the defiling power of sin;

With endless pleasure they shall see
A God of spotless purity.

5 Blest are the men of peaceful life,
Who quench the coals of growing strife;
They shall be called the heirs of bliss,
The sons of God, the God of peace.

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6 Blest are the sufferers, who partake
Of pain and shame for Jesus' sake;
Their souls shall triumph in the Lord,
Glory and joy are their reward.

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L. M.

WATTS.

God dwells with the Humble and Contrite. 1 THUS saith the high and lofty One, 'I sit upon my holy throne; My name is God, I dwell on high, Dwell in my own eternity!

2 But I descend to worlds below!

On earth I have a mansion too;
The humble spirit and contrite
Is an abode of my delight.

3 The humble soul my words revive ;
I bid the mourning sinner live;
Heal all the broken hearts I find,
And ease the sorrows of the mind.

4 'When I contend against their sin,
I make them know how vile they've been;
But should my wrath forever smoke,
Their souls would sink beneath my stroke.'
5 O may thy pardoning grace be nigh,
Lest we should faint, despair, and die;
Thus shall our better thoughts approve
The methods of thy chastening love.

TATE & BRADY.

Who shall abide in thy Tabernacle? Ps. 15.

1 LORD, who's the happy man, that may
To thy blest courts repair,

Not, stranger-like, to visit them,
But to inhabit there?

2 'Tis he whose every thought and deed By rules of virtue moves;

Whose generous tongue disdains to speak
The thing his heart disproves ;

3 Who never did a slander forge,
His neighbor's fame to wound;
Nor hearken to a false report,
By malice whispered round;

power,

4 Who vice, in all its pomp and
Can treat with just neglect;
And piety, though clothed in rags,
Religiously respect;

5 Who to his plighted vows and trust
Has ever firmly stood;

And though he promise to his loss,
He makes his promise good.

6 The man who by this steady course
Has happiness ensured,

When earth's foundations shake, shall stand
By Providence secured.

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7s M.

MERRICK.

The Same. Ps. 15.

1 WHO shall towards thy chosen seat
Turn, O Lord, his favored feet?
Who shall at thine altar bend?
Who shall Zion's hill ascend?
Who, great God, a welcome guest,
On thy holy mountain rest?

2 He whose heart thy love has warmed;
He whose will, to thine conformed,
Bids his life unsullied run;

He whose word and thought are one;