4 Weak is the effort of my heart,
And cold my warmest thought;
But when I see thee as thou art,
I'll praise thee as I ought.

5 Till then, I would thy love proclaim
With every fleeting breath;
And may the music of thy name
Refresh my soul in death.

Newton.

206. Lovest thou Me? C. M.

1 Do not I love thee, O my Lord?
Behold my heart and see;

And turn each cursed idol out
That dares to rival thee.

2 Do not I love thee from my soul?
Then let me nothing love;
Dead be my heart to every joy,
When Jesus cannot move.

3 Is not thy name melodious still
To mine attentive ear?

Doth not each pulse with pleasure bound
My Saviour's voice to hear?

Hast thou a lamb in all thy flock

I would disdain to feed?

Hast thou a foe before whose face
I fear thy cause to plead ?

5 Would not my ardent spirit vie
With angels round the throne,
To execute thy sacred will,
And make thy glory known?

6 Would not my heart pour forth its blood
In honor of thy name

?

And challenge the cold hand of death
To damp th' immortal flame?

7 Thou know'st I love thee, dearest Lord;
But, O! I long to soar

Far from the sphere of mortal joys,

And learn to love thee more.

Doddridge.

207. Love to Christ. L. M.

1 Of all the joys we mortals know,

Jesus, thy love exceeds the rest;
Love, the best blessing here below,
The highest rapture of the blest.

2 While we are held in thine embrace
There's not a thought attempts to rove;
Each smile that's seen upon thy face
Fixes, and charms, and fires our love.
3 When of thine absence we complain,

And long, and weep, and humbly pray; There's a strange pleasure in the pain; Those tears are sweet which mourn thy stay.

4 When round thy courts by day we rove,
Or ask the watchmen of the night
For some kind tidings from above,
Thy very name creates delight.
5 Jesus, our God, descend and come;
Our eyes would dwell upon thy face,
'Tis heaven to see our Lord at home,

And feel the presence of his grace.

Watts.

208. Example of Christ and Saints. C. M.

1 Give me the wings of faith, to rise
Within the veil, and see

The saints above, how great their joys,
How bright their glories be!

2 Once they were mourning here below,
And wet their couch with tears;
They wrestled hard, as we do now,
With sins, and doubts, and fears.

3 I ask them whence their victory came?
They, with united breath,

Ascribe their conquest to the Lamb,
Their triumph to his death.

4 They mark'd the footsteps that he trod,"
His zeal inspir'd their breast,
And, following their incarnate God,
Possess'd the promis'd rest.

5 Our glorious Leader claims our praise, For his own pattern given;

While the long cloud of witnesses

Show the same path to heaven. Watts.

209. Christ our Example. L. M. 1 My dear Redeemer, and my Lord, I read my duty in thy word;

But in thy life the law

appears

Drawn out in living characters.

2 Such was thy truth, and such thy zeal, Such deference to thy Father's will, Such love, and meekness so divine, I would transcribe, and make them mine. 3 Cold mountains and the midnight air Witness'd the fervor of thy prayer; The désert thy temptations knew, Thy conflict, and thy victory too. 4 Be thou my pattern: make me bear More of thy gracious image here; Then God, the Judge, shall own my name Among the followers of the Lamb. Watts 210. Christ's Example. L. M. 1 And is the Gospel peace and love? Such let our conversation be: The serpent blended with the dove, Wisdom and meek simplicity.

2 Whene'er the angry passions rise,

And tempt our thoughts or tongues to strife, To Jesus let us lift our eyes,

Bright pattern of the Christian life.

3 0 how benevolent and kind!

How mild, how ready to forgive!
Be this the temper of our mind,
And these the rules by which we live.
4 To do his heavenly Father's will
Was his employment and delight;
Humility and holy zeal

Shone through his life divinely bright.

5 Dispensing good where'er he came,
The labors of his life were love;
Then, if we bear the Saviour's name,
By his example let us move..

211. Living to Christ. L. M

1 I live to die, I die to live,

And live, no more to die again;
In death I shall a life receive,

Steele.

In worlds remote from death and pain.

2 This life I owe to Him who died,
And rose, and reigns in yonder skies;
I triumph through the Crucified,

And, dead with Christ, with Christ shall rise.