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4 Ungodly men, and their attempts,
No lasting root shall find;
Untimely blasted, and dispersed
Like chaff before the wind.

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The Influence of Habitual Piety.

1 BLEST is the man who fears the Lord!
His well established mind,
In every varying scene of life,

Shall true composure find.

2 Oft through the deep and stormy sea
The heavenly footsteps lie;

But on a glorious world beyond
His faith can fix its eye.

3 Though dark his present prospects be,
And sorrows round him dwell,
Yet hope can whisper to his soul,
That all shall issue well.

4 Full in the presence of his God,
Through every scene he goes;
And, fearing him, no other fear
His steadfast bosom knows.

C. M.

The Happiness of a Christian.

1 WHEN true religion gains a place,
And lives within the mind,

The sensual life subdued by grace,
And all the soul refined:

2 The desert blooms in living green,
Where thorns and briers grew,
The barren waste is fruitful seen,
And all the prospect new.

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PROUD

3 0 happy Christian, richly blessed!
What floods of pleasure roll!

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By God and man he stands confessed,
In dignity of soul.

4 Substantial, pure, his every joy:
His Maker is his friend;
The noblest business his employ,
And happiness his end.

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"He that walketh uprightly, walketh surely."
1 HE who walks in virtue's way,
Firm and fearless, walketh surely;
Diligent, while yet 't is day,

On he speeds, and speeds securely.

2 Flowers of peace beneath him grow,
Suns of pleasure brighten o'er him;
Memory's joys behind him go,

Hope's sweet angels fly before him.
3 Thus he moves from stage to stage
Smiles of earth and heaven attending;
Softly sinking down in age,

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And at last to death descending.

4 Cradled in its quiet deep,

Calm as summer's loveliest even,
He shall sleep the hallowed sleep;
Sleep that is o'erwatched by Heaven.

C. M.

The Happiness of the Righteous.

1 THE man, in life wherever placed,

Hath happiness in store,

Who walks not in the wicked's way,
Nor learns their guilty lore

BURNS

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2 Nor from the seat of scornfui pride
Casts forth his eyes abroad,
But with humility and awe,
Still walks before his God.

3 That man shall flourish like the trees
Which by the streamlets grow;
The fruitful top is spread on high,
And firm the root below.

4 But he whose blossom buds in guilt
Shall to the ground be cast,
And, like the rootless stubble, tossed
Before the sweeping blast.

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Not that thou wouldst take them out of the world, but keep them from its evil."

1 SWEET is the bliss of souls serene,

When they have sworn and steadfast mean,
Counting the cost, in all t' espy

Their God, in all themselves deny.

2 0 could we learn that sacrifice,
What lights would all around us rise!
How would our hearts with wisdom talk,
Along life's dullest, dreariest walk!

3 We need not bid, for cloistered cell,
Our neighbor and our work farewell,
Nor strive to wind ourselves too high
For sinful man beneath the sky:

4 The trivial round, the common task,
Would furnish all we ought to ask;
Room to deny ourselves; a road
To bring us, daily, nearer God.

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Joy and Peace in Believing.

1 SOMETIMES a light surprises
The Christian while he sings:
It is the Lord, who rises
With healing in his wings:
When comforts are declining,
He grants the soul again
A season of clear shining,
To cheer it after rain.

2 In holy contemplation,

We sweetly then pursue
The theme of God's salvation,
And find it ever new:
Set free from present sorrow,
We cheerfully can say,
"E'en let the unknown morrow
Bring with it what it may.”

3 It can bring with it nothing,
But he will bear us through:
Who gives the lilies clothing,
Will clothe his people too:
Beneath the spreading heavens,
No creature but is fed;
And he who feeds the ravens,
Will give his children bread.

COWPER

4 Though vine, nor fig tree neither,
Its wonted fruit should bear;
Though all the field should wither,
Nor flocks, nor herds be there:
Yet God the same abiding,
His praise shall tune my voice;
For while in him confiding,
I cannot but rejoice.

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For a Right Spirit.

1 I WANT a sober inind,

A self-renouncing will,

That tramples down and casts behind
The baits of pleasing ill;

A soul inured to pain,

To hardship, grief and loss,
Bold to take up, firm to sustain

The consecrated cross.

2 I want a godly fear,

A quick-discerning eye,

That looks to thee when sin is near,
And sees the tempter fly;
A spirit still prepared,

And armed with jealous care,
Forever standing on its guard,
And watching unto prayer.

3 I want a true regard,
A single, steady aim,
Unmoved by threatening or reward,
To thee and thy great name;
A zealous, just concern

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For thine immortal praise;
pure desire that all may
And glorify thy grace.

S. M.

Heavenly Joy on Earth.

1 COME, ye that love the Lord,
And let your joys be known;
Join in a song with sweet accord,
And thus surround the throne.

WATTS.

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