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LET THIS MIND BE IN YOU, WHICH WAS IN CHRIST JESUS."

LORD, I feel a carnal mind,

That hangs about me still,

Vainly though I strive to bind

My own rebellious will:

Is not haughtiness of heart

The gulf between my God and me?

Meek Redeemer, now impart

Thine own humility.

Fain would I my Lord pursue,

Be all my Saviour taught;

Do as Jesus bids me do,

And think as Jesus thought:

But 'tis Thou must change the heart,

The perfect gift must come from Thee: Meek Redeemer, now impart

Thine own humility.

Lord, I cannot, must not rest,
Till I Thy mind obtain,
Chase presumption from my breast,
And all Thy mildness gain!
Give me, Lord, thy gentle heart,

Thy lowly mind my portion be
Meek Redeemer, now impart
Thine own humility.

Let Thy cross my will control,
Confirm me to my Guide;
In Thine image mould my soul,
And crucify my pride:

Give me, Lord, a contrite heart,

A heart that always looks to Thee: Meek Redeemer, now impart

Thine own humility.

Tear away my every boast,
My stubborn mind abase;
Saviour! fix my only trust

In Thy redeeming grace:

Give me a submissive heart,

From pride and self-dependence free;

Meek Redeemer, now impart

Thine own humility.

MY MEDITATION OF HIM SHALL BE SWEET."

WHEN langour and disease invade
This trembling house of clay,
'Tis sweet to look beyond our cage,
And long to soar away.

Sweet to look inward, and attend
The whispers of His love;
Sweet to look upward to the throne,
Where Jesus pleads above.

Sweet to look back, and see my name
In life's fair book marked down;
Sweet to look forward, and behold
Eternal joy my own.

Sweet to reflect how grace divine
My sins on Jesus laid;

Sweet to remember that his blood

My debt of suffering paid.

Sweet in his righteousness to stand, Which saves from second death; Sweet to experience, day by day,

His spirit's quickening breath.

Sweet on his faithfulness to rest,
Whose love can never end;
Sweet on his covenant of grace,
For all things to depend.

Sweet in the confidence of faith,
To trust his firm decrees;
Sweet to lie passive in his hand,
And have no will but his.

Sweet to rejoice in lively hope,

That when the change shall come, Angels will hover round my bed, And waft my spirit home.

There shall my dis-imprisoned soul,

Behold Him and adore;

Be with his likeness satisfied,

And grieve and sin no more:

Shall see Him wear that very flesh,
On which my guilt was lain;
His love intense, his merit fresh,

As though but newly slain.

Soon, too, my slumbering dust shall hear,
The trumpet's quickening sound!
And by my Saviour's power rebuilt,
At his right hand be found.

These eyes shall see Him in that day,
The God that died for me;
And all my rising bones shall say,
Lord, who is like to Thee!

If such the views which grace unfolds,
Weak as it is below,

What raptures must the church above,
In Jesu's presence know!

If such the sweetness of the stream,
What must that fountain be,
Where saints and angels draw their bliss
Immediately from Thee!

O may the unction of these truths,

For ever with me stay,

Till, from her sinful cage dismissed,
My spirit flies away!

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