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Bearing the Cross. Mark viii. 38.
1 DIDST thou, O Saviour, suffer shame,
And bear the cross for me !
And shall I fear to own thy name,
Or thy disciple be 2
2 Inspire my soul with life divine,
And make me truly bold;
Let knowledge, faith, and meekness shine,
Nor love, nor zeal grow cold.
3 Let mockers sc, so the world defame,
And treat me with disdain ;
Still may l glory in thy name,
And count reproach my gain.
4 To thee I cheerfully submit,
And all my pow’rs resign;
Let wisdom point out what is fit,
And I’ll no more repine.
- Contentment. Phil. iv. 2.
1 FIERCE passions discompose the mind,
As tempests vex the sea;
But calm content and peace we find,
When, Lord, we turn to thee.
2 In vain by reason and by rule,
We try to bend the will ;
For none but in the Saviour's school.
Can learn the heav'nly skill.
3 Since at his feet my soul has sat,
His gracious words to hear,
Contented with my present state,
I cast on him my care.
“How light thy troubles here, if weigh’d,
“With everlasting pain! -
“If thou of murm'ring would'st be cur'd,
“Compare thy griefs with mine ;
“Think what my love for thee endur’d,
“And thou wilt not repine.”
Thus I who once my wretched days
In vain repinings spent ;
Taught in may Saviour's school of grace,
Have learn'd to be content.
Hymn 185. C. M.
Filial Submission. Heb. xii. 7.
AND can my heart aspire so high,
To say, “my Father God?”
Lord, at thy feet, I sain would lie,
And learn to kiss the rod.
I would submit to all thy will,
For thou art good and wise ;
Let ev'ry anxious thought be still,
Nor one faint murmur rise.
Thy love can cheer the darksome gloom,
And bid me wait serene ; -
Till hopes and joys immortal bloom,
And brighten all the scene.
My Father—O, permit my heart,
To plead her humble claim,
And ask the bliss those words impart,
In my Redeemer’s name.
Promise to Believers, Parents, and their Children. Gen. xvii. 7. 1 Lord, what our ears have heard, Our eyes delighted trace;
Thy love in long succession shown
To Zion's chosen race.
2 Our children thou dost claim,
And make them out for thine :
Ten thousand blessings to thy name,
For goodness so divine.
3 Thee let the Fathers own,
And thee, the sons adore;
Join'd to the Lord in solemn vows,
To be forgot no more.
4 Thy covenant may they keep,
And bless the happy bands,
Which chosen still engage their hearts,
To honour thy commands.
5 How great thy mercies, Lord!
How plenteous is thy grace!
Which in the promise of thy love,
Includes our rising race.
6 Our offspring still thy care,
Shall own their father's God;
To latest times thy blessings share,
And sound thy praise abroad.
Hymn 187. S. M.
Practical Reflections. Zach. i. 5. o
1. How swift the torrent rolls,
That bears us to the sea 1
The tide that bears our thoughtless souls
To vast eternity!
2 Our fathers, where are they,
With all they call'd their own:
Their joys, and griefs, and hopes, and cares,
And wealth, and honour, gone !
3 - But joy or grief succeeds,
Beyond our mortal thought,
While the poor remnant of their dust,
Lies in the grave forgot.
4 There, where the fathers lie,
Must all the children dwell;
Nor other heritage possess
But such a gloomy cell.
5 God of our fathers hear,
Thou everlasting friend!
While we, as on life's utmost verge,
Our souls to thee commend.
—f; Of all the pious dead,
May we their footsteps trace,
Till with them in the land of light,
We dwell before thy face. **
Hymn 188. C. M.
The spreading of the Gospel. Psalm lxviii. 31,
1 GREAT God, the nations of the earth
Are by creation thine ;
And in thy works by all beheld,
Thy radiant glories shine.
2 But Lord, thy greater love has sent,
Thy gospel to mankind,
Unveiling what rich stores of grace,
Are treasured on thy mind.
3 Lord when shall these glad tidings spread
The spacious earth around,
Till every tribe, and every soul,
Shall hear the joyful sound?
4 O, when shall Afric's sable sons
Enjoy the heavenly word,
And vassals, long enslaved become
The freemen of the Lord.
Sit down at our Immanuel's feet,
And learn and see his grace?
G Haste sov’reign mercy, and transform
Their .# to love;
Soften the tyger to a lamb,
The vulture to a dove.
7 Smile, Lord, on each divine attempt,
To spread the gospel's rays.
And build on sin’s demolish'd throne,
The temples of thy praise.
-e Hymn 189. L. M. JMinistry of Angels. Ps. Xci. 2.
1 SEE, Gabriel swift descends to earth, Glad to foretel a Saviour's birth; Hark!—a full choir of angels sing, The new-born Saviour, and the King.
2 Behold the swift-wing'd envoys wait
On Jesus, in his humble state;
The desert and the garden prove
Their glowing zeal, their tender love.
3 They saw the Conqueror mount on high,
To glorious worlds beyond the sky;
Escorted by a shining band,
To take his place at God’s right hand.
4 Still are these glorious hosts above
Employ'd on messages of love;
On saints below they cheerful wait,
Nor think the work beneath their state.
5 Jesus, my Lord, my living friend,
May these thy servants me attend
Through life, and when I quit this clay,
Safe to thine arms my soul convey.