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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.

L.M.-Consecration of the Heart to Christ.
1 O THOU who camest from above,

The pure celestial fire to’ impart!
Kindle a flame of sacred love,

On the mean altar of my heart. 2 There let it, for thy glory, burn

With inextinguishable blaze;
And, trembling, to its source return

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.
3 I want the first approach to feel

Of pride, or fond desire,
To catch the wandering of my will,

And quench the kindling fire.


4 From thee that I no more may part,

No more thy goodness grieve,
The filial awe, the fleshly heart,

The tender conscience give. 5 Quick as the apple of an eye,

O God, my conscience make,
Awake my soul, when sin is nigh,
And keep it still awake.


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.
4 Counting gain and glory loss,

May I tread the path he trod,
Die with Jesus on the cross,
Rise with him to thee



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.
2 My gracious counsellor and guide

Will hear me when I pray;
Nor while I urge a Saviour's name,

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.
4 In copious showers thy Spirit send,

To water all the ground,
So, to the honour of thy name,
Shall lasting fruit be found.

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;
And my last hour of life confess
His love hath animating power.

C.M.- Christ's Sheep described. John x. 27.
1 THY flock, with what a tender care,

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.
3 The gentle accents of thy voice

My listening soul would hear;
And by the signals of thy will,

I all my course would steer.
4 I follow where my Shepherd leads,

And mark the path he drew;
My Shepherd's feet Mount Zion tread,

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;
May I its great importance learn,

Its sovereign virtue know.
2 Religion should our thoughts engage,

Amidst our youthful bloom; 'Twill fit us for declining age,

Or for the awful tomb. 3 O

may my heart, by grace renew'd,

Redeemer's throne;
And be

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
To mount above the skies.


L.M.- Religion. 1 THROUGH shades and solitudes profound,

The fainting traveller wends his way;
Bewildering meteors glare around,

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.

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