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118. Love to Jesus. L. M.
1 WHEN Jesus Christ was here below,
And spread his works of love abroad,
If I had lived so long ago,
Oh should not I have loved the Lord P
2 Jesus, who was so very kind,
Who came to pardon sinful men,
Who healed the sick, and cured the blind,-
Oh should not I have loved him then P
3 But where is Jesus 2 is he dead?
Oh no, he lives in heaven above;
And, “blest are they,” the Saviour said,
“Who, though they have not seen me, love.”
119. Jesus Crowned. C. M.
1 CoME, children, hail the prince of peace,
Obey the Saviour's ..
Come seek his face, and taste his grace,
And crown him Lord of all.
2 Ye lambs of Christ, your tribute bring,
Ye children, great and small;
Hosanna sing to Christ your King,
O! crown him Lord of all.
3 This Jesus will your sins forgive,
For you he drank the gall;
For you he died, that you might live
To crown him Lord of all.
4 Let every people, every tribe,
Around this earthly ball,
120, 121. ABIDE WITH U.S.
To him all majesty ascribe, -
And crown him Lord of all.
5 All hail, the Saviour, Prince of Peace,
Let saints before him fall;
Let sinners seek his pard’ning grace,
And crown him Lord of .
120. “Abide with us, for it is L. M. towards Evening.” Middleton. Keble. 1 T is gone, that bright and orbed blaze, Fast fading from our wistful gaze; *Yon mantling cloud has hid from sight The last faint pulse of quivering light.
2 Sun of my soul! thou Saviour dear!
It is not night if thou be near:-
O may no earth-born cloud arise,
To hide thee from thy servant's eyes.
3 When the soft dews of kindly sleep
My wearied eye-lids gently steep,
Be my last thought, how sweet to rest
Forever on my Saviour's breast.
4 Abide with me from morn till eve,
For without thee I cannot live;
Abide with me when night is nigh,
For without thee I dare not die,
121. Love to God. L. M. Hamburg. E. Taylor. 1 “THUs shelt thou love the Almighty Lord, With all thy heart, and soul, and mind.” So speaks to man that sacred word, For counsel and reproof designed.
2 “With all thy heart,”—no idol thing,
Though close around the heart it twine,
Its interposing shade must fling,
To darken that pure love of thine.
3 “With all thy mind,”—each varied power,
Creative fancy, musings high,
And thoughts that glance behind, before,
These must religion sanctify.
4 “With soul and strength,”—thy days of ease, While vigor nerves each youthful limb, And hope and joy, and health and peace,
All must be freely brought to him. o
1 How sweet, how heavenly is the sight,
When those who love the Lord,
In one another's peace delight,
Aud so fulfil his word;—
2. When each can feel his brother's sigh,
And with him bear a part; .
When sorrow flows from eye to eye,
And joy from heart to heart:-
3 When free from envy, scorn, and pride,
Our wishes soar above ;
We try each other's faults to hide,
And show a brother's love.
4 Let love in one delightful stream,
Through every bosom flow;
And union sweet, and dear esteem,
In every action glow.
123. Gratitude to Parents. 8’s M. Wilworth. 1 My father, my mother, I know I cannot your kindness repay; But I hope, that, as older I grow, I shall learn your commands to obey.
2 You loved me, before I could tell,
Who it was that so tenderly smiled;
But now that I know it so well,
I should be a dutiful chiid.
3 But, for fear that I ever should dare
From all your commands to depart,
Whenever I utter a prayer,
I'll ask for a dutiful heart,
124, Humility. 7's M. Wilmot. 1 IN a modest, humble mind, God himself will take delight; But the proud and haughty find, They are hateful in his sight.
2 Jesus Christ was meek and mild,
And no angry thoughts allowed;
O shall then a little child
Dare to be perverse and proud P
3 This indeed should never be;
J.Ord, forbid it, we entreat;
Grant that all may learn of thee,
That humility is sweet.
4 Make it shine in every part;
Fill us with this heavenly grace;
For the young and tender heart
Surely is its proper place.
125 The Worth of Time. 8's & 11's M.
I A MINUTE, how soon it is flown'
And yet how important it is
God calls every moment his own,
For all our existence is his ;
And though we may waste them in folly and play,
He notices each that we squander away.
2 We should not a minute despise,
Although it so quickly is o'er ;
We know that it rapidly flies,
And therefore should prize it the more;
Another indeed may appear in its stead,
But that precious minute forever is fied.
3 T is easy to squander our years
In idleness, folly and strife
But oh! no repentance nor tears
Can bring back one moment of life.
Then wisely improve all of time as it goes,
And life will be happy, and peaceful its close.
126. Anger. L. M. Uxbridge. 1 WHEN in my heart rise angry thoughts, And on my tongue are words unkind, With what strong chains, by what blest art, Shall I my wicked temper bind?
2 How shall I check the passion fierce
My youthful bosom finds so strong,
Which bids me utter words that pierce,
And seeks to do my brother wrong?