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5 But oh! no foe invades the bliss,
When glory crowns the Christian's head; One view of Jesus as he is,
Will strike all sin for ever dead.
The pure celestial fire to’ impart!
On the mean altar of my heart. 2 There let it, for thy glory, burn
With inextinguishable blaze;
In humble prayer, and fervent praise. 3 Jesus, confirm my heart's desire
To work, and speak, and think for thee; Still let me guard the holy fire,
And still stir up thy gift in me. 4 Ready for all thy perfect will,
My acts of faith and love repeat, Till death thy endless mercies seal, And make the sacrifice complete.
C.M.-A tender Conscience. 1 ALMIGHTY God of truth and love,
In me thy power exert, The mountain from
soul remove, The hardness from my heart. 2 I want a principle within
Of jealous, godly fear; A sensibility of sin,
A pain to feel it near.
Of pride, or fond desire,
And quench the kindling fire.
4 From thee that I no more may part,
No more thy goodness grieve,
The tender conscience give. 5 Quick as the apple of an eye,
O God, my conscience make,
P.M.- The Image of God. 1 FATHER of eternal grace,
Glorify thyself in me; Meekly beaming in our face,
May the world thine image see. 2 Happy only in thy love,
Poor, unfriended, or unknown,
my thoughts on things above,
Stay my heart on thee alone. 3 Humble, holy, all resign’d
To thy will, – thy will be done! Give me, Lord, the perfect mind
Of thy well-beloved Son.
May I tread the path he trod,
339. C.M.-Christians chosen to bring forth permanent Fruit. John xv. 16. 1 I OWN, my God, thy sovereign grace,
And bring the praise to thee; If thou my chosen portion art,
Thou first hast chosen me.
Will hear me when I pray;
Will frown my soul away.
Phil. i. 22.
3 Blest Jesus, animate my heart
With beams of heavenly love, And teach that cold unthankful soil
The heavenly seed to' improve.
To water all the ground,
340. L.M.-Christ's Service the Fruit of our Labours on Earth. 1 MY gracious Lord, I own thy right
To every service I can pay; And call it my supreme delight
To hear thy dictates and obey. 2 What is my being, but for thee,
Its sure support, its noblest end? Thy ever-smiling face to see,
Ånd serve the cause of such a friend. 3 I would not breathe for worldly joy,
Or to increase my worldly good, Nor future days or powers employ
To spread a sounding name abroad. 4 'Tis to my Saviour I would live;
To him, who for my ransom died; Nor could untainted Éden give
Such bliss as blossoms at his side. 5 His work my hoary age shall bless,
When youthful vigour is no more;
Bless'd Jesus, dost thou keep; Fain would my weak, my wandering soul,
Be number'd with thy sheep.
2 Gentle, and tractable, and plain,
My heart would ever be, Averse to harm, propense to help,
And faithful still to thee.
My listening soul would hear;
I all my course would steer.
And mark the path he drew;
And I shall reach it too.
342. C.M.- The Nature and Necessity of Inward Religion. James i. 27. 1 RELIGION is the chief concern
Of mortals here below;
Its sovereign virtue know.
Amidst our youthful bloom; 'Twill fit us for declining age,
Or for the awful tomb. 3 O
may my heart, by grace renew'd,
my stubborn will subdu'd, His government to own. 4 Let deep repentance, faith, and love,
Be join'd with godly fear; And all
conversation prove My heart to be sincere. 5 Let lively hope my soul inspire;
Let warm affections rise;
I wait with strong desire
L.M.- Religion. 1 THROUGH shades and solitudes profound,
The fainting traveller wends his way;
And tempt his wandering feet astray. 2 Welcome, thrice welcome, to his eye,
The sudden moon's inspiring light, When forth she sallies through the sky,
The guardian angel of the night. 3 Thus mortals, blind and weak, below
Pursue the phantom bliss in vain; The world's a wilderness of wo,
And life's a pilgrimage of pain. 4 Till mild Religion from above,
Descends, a sweet engaging form, The messenger of heavenly love,
The bow of promise in a storm. 5 Then guilty passions wing their flight,
Sorrow, remorse, affliction cease; Religion's yoke is soft and light,
And all her paths are paths of peace. 6 Ambition, pride, revenge depart,
And folly flies her chastening rod; She makes the humble contrite heart
A temple of the living God. 7 Beyond the narrow vale of time,
Where bright celestial ages roll, To scenes eternal, scenes sublime,
She points the way, and leads the soul. 8 At her approach the grave appears The
gate of Paradise restor'd: Her voice the watching cherub hears,
And drops his double-flaming sword.