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2 Why should my passions mix with earth,

And thus debase my heavenly birth?
Why should I cleave to things below,

And let my God, my Saviour go?
3 Call me away from flesh and sense ;

Thy sovereign word can draw me thence
I would obey the voice divine,

And all inferior joys resign.
4 Be earth, with all her scenes, withdrawn

Let noise and vanity be gone :
In secret silence of the mind,

My heaven, and there my God, I find. 43A.

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Rising towards Heaven.
1 Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings,

Thy better portion trace ;
Rise from transitory things,

Towards heaven, thy native place :
Sun, and moon, and stars decay,

Time shall soon this earth remove;
Rise, my soul, and haste away

To seats prepared above.
2 Rivers to the ocean run,

Nor stay in all their course;
Fire ascending seeks the sun,-

Both speed them to their source :
So a soul that 's born of God

Pants to view his glorious face,
Upward tends to his abode,

To rest in his embrace.

L. P. M.

Christ Desired.
1 COME, O thou universal good!
Balm of the wounded conscience, come!

The hungry, dying spirit's food;

The weary, wand'ring pilgrim's hcnie;
Haven to take the shipwrecked in,

My everlasting rest from sin !
2 Come, O my comfort and delight!

My strength and health, and shield, ang sun
My boast, my confidence, and might,

My joy, my glory, and my crown ;
My gospel-hope, my calling's prize,

My tree of life, my para..ise. 436.

C. M.

Unto you who believe he is precious.
1 How sweet the name of Jesus sounds

In a believer's ear!
It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds,

And drives away his fear.
2 It makes the wounded spirit whole,

It calms the troubled breast;
'Tis manna to the hungry soul,

And, to the weary, rest.
3 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.
4 Till then I would thy love proclaim,

With every fleeting breath;
And may the music of thy name

Refresh my soul in death, 437.

11s. M.

Mrs. Hala The Lord's Prayer. 1 Our Father in heaven, we hallow thy name! May thy kingdom holy on earth be the same! O give to us daily our portion of bread; It is from thy bounty that all must be fed.

2 Forgive our transgressions, and teach us to know

That humble compassion which pardons each foe: Keep us from temptation, from weakness and sin, And thine be the glory forever - Amen.



The Same.
1 Our Father, who in heaven art,

All hallowed be thy name :
Thy kingdom come, thy will be done,

On earth, in heaven the same.
2 Give us this day our daily bread,

Our debts, O Lord, forgive,
As we forgive our enemies

And thus obedient live.
3 Into temptation lead us not,

From evil keep us clean ;
Thine is the kingdom, glory, power

Forevermore, Amen.


S. M.

The Same.
1 Our heavenly Father, hear

The prayer we offer now:-
Thy name be hallowed far and near,

To thee all nations bow.
2 Thy kingdom come; thy will

On earth be done in love,
As saints and seraphim fulfil

Thy perfect law above.
3 Our daily bread supply,

While by thy word we live;
The guilt of our iniquity
Forgive, as we forgive.

4 From dark temptation's power

Our fcelle hearts defend;
Deliver in the evil hour,

And guide us to the end.
5 Thine, then, forever be

Glory and power divine;
The sceptre, throne, and inajesty

Of heaven and earth are thine.


C. M.

The Lord's Prayer.
10 Thou, enthroned in worlds above,

Our Father and our l'riend!
Lo, at the footstool of thy love,

Thy children humbly bend.
2 All reverence to thy name be given;

Thy kingdom wide displayed ;
And, as thy will is done in heaven,

Be it on earth obeyed.
3 Our table may thy bounty spread,

From thine exhaustless store,
From day to day with daily bread,

Nor would we ask for more.
4 That pardon we to others give,

Do thou to us extend ;
From all temptation, Lord, relieve •

From every ill defend.
6 And now to thee belong, Most High,

The kingdom, glory, power,
Through the broad earth and spacious sky,
Both now and everıncre.

From Boethime.


10s. M.

DR. JOHNSON. Seeking God. 1 0 Thou, whose power o'er moving worlds pre

sides, Whose voice created, and whose wisdom guides, On darkling man in pure effulgence shine,

And cheer his clouded mind with light divine. 2 'Tis thine alone to calm the pious breast

With silent confidence and holy rest;
From thee, great God, we spring, to thee we tend;
Path, Motive, Guide, Original, and End.


S. M.

Abba, Father.
1 BEHOLD, what wondrous grace

The Father has bestowed
On sinners of a mortal race,

To call them sons of God!
2 Nor doth it yet appear

How great we must be made;
But when we see our Saviour here,

We shall be like our Head.
3 A hope so much divine

May trials well endure;
May purify our souls from sin,

As Christ, the Lord, is pure.
4 We would no longer lie

Like slaves beneath the throne;
Our faith shall Abba, Father, cry,
And thou the kindred own.

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