Hymn 183. C. M. Bearing the Cross. Mark viii. 38. 1 DIDST thou, O Saviour, suffer shame, And shall I fear to own thy name, 2 Inspire my soul with life divine, Let knowledge, faith, and meekness shine, 3 Let mockers sc the world defame, 1 Still may I glory in thy name, 1 FIERCE passions discompose the mind, As tempests vex the sea; 2 In vain by reason and by rule, For none but in the Saviour's school, 3 Since at his feet my soul has sat, 4"Art thou a sinner, soul?" he said, "How light thy troubles here, if weigh'd, 5 "If thou of murm'ring would'st be cur'd, 6 Thus I who once my wretched days Hymn 185. C. M. Filial Submission. Heb. xii. 7. 1 AND can my heart aspire so high, 2 I would submit to all thy will, 3 Thy love can cheer the darksome gloom, 4 My Father-O, permit my heart, And ask the bliss those words impart, In my Hymn 186. S. M. Promise to Believers, Parents, and their Chil dren. Gen. xvii. 7. 1 LORD, what our ears have heard, 2 3 Thy love in long succession shown Our children thou dost claim, And make them out for thine : Thee let the Fathers own, Join'd to the Lord in solemn vows, 4 Thy covenant may they keep, 6 Our offspring still thy care, Hymn 187. S. M. Practical Reflections. Zach. i. 5. 1 How swift the torrent rolls, 2 3 That bears us to the sea! The tide that bears our thoughtless souls To vast eternity! Our fathers, where are they, With all they call'd their own! Their joys, and griefs, and hopes, and cares, But joy or grief succeeds, While the poor remnant of their dust, 4 There, where the fathers lie, 5 Nor other heritage possess But such a gloomy cell. God of our fathers hear, Thou everlasting friend! While we, as on life's utmost verge, Of all the pious dead, May we their footsteps trace, 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, Unveiling what rich stores of grace, 3 Lord when shall these glad tidings spread 4 O, when shall Afric's sable sons And vassals, long enslaved become 5 When shall th' untutor'd, heathen tribe, Sit down at our Immanuel's feet, Soften the tyger to a lamb, The vulture to a dove. 7 Smile, Lord, on each divine attempt, And build on sin's demolish'd throne, Ministry 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, 5 Jesus, my Lord, my living friend, |