4 Thus will the church below

Resemble that above;

Where streams of pleasure ever flow,
And every heart is love.

HYMN 132. L. M.

HYMN 134. C. M. Watts's Sermons.

1

St. Davids, St. Anns, Abridge.
Prudence; or, a lovely carriage.
TIS a lovely thing to see,
A man of prudent heart,

Scott. bor Whose thoughts, and lips, and life agree
To act a useful part.

Carthage, Eaton.
Meekness.

1 MARK, when tempestuous winds 2 When envy, strife, and wars begin

arise,

The wild confusion and uproar, All ocean mixing with the skies, And wrecks are dash'd upon the shore 2 Not less confusion racks the mind, When, by the whirl of passion toss'd, Calm reason is to rage resign'd,

And peace in angry tumult löst. 30 self tormenting child of pride, Anger, bred up in hate and strife; Ten thousand ils, by thee supplied, Mingle the cup of bitter life. 4 Happy the meek, whose gentle breast, Clear as the summer's evening ray, Calm as the regions of the bless'd, Enjoy on earth celestial day. 5 No jars their peaceful tent invade, No friendships lost their bosom sting; And foes to none, of none afraid, [bring. Where'er they go, sweet peace they 60 may a temper meek and mild

With gentle sway our souls possess ; Passion and pride be thence exil'd, And to be bless'd, still may we bless! HYMN 133. L. M. Gibbons. *

PAT

Winchester, Eaton, Quercy.
Patience.

ATIENCE!---O, 'tis a grace divine!
Sent from the God of power and love,
That leans upon its Father's hand,
As through the wilderness we move.
2 By patience we serenely bear
The troubles of our mortal state,
And wait, contented, our discharge,
Nor think our glory comes too late.
3 Though we, in full sensation, feel
The weight, the wounds, ourGod ordains,
We smile amid our heaviest woes,
And triumph in our sharpest pains.
4 O, for this grace! to aid us on,
And arm with fortitude the breast,
Till life's tumu tous voyage is o'er-
We reach the shores of end ess rest!
5 Faith into vision shall resign;
Hope shall in full fruition die;
And patience in possession end,
In the bright worlds of bliss on high.

In little angry souls,

Mark how the sons of peace come in,

And quench the kindling coals.
3 Their minds are humble,mild, and meek
Nor let their fury rise;
Nor passion moves their lips to speak,
Nor pride exalts their eyes.
4Their frame is prudence mix'd with love,
Good works fulfil their day:
They join the serpent with the dove,
But cast the sting away.

5 Such was the Saviour of mankind;
His flesh and blood were all refined,
Such pleasures he pursu'd;
His soul divinely good.

6 Lord, can these plants of virtue grow
In such a heart as 'mine?

1

Thy grace my nature can renew,
And make my soul like thine.

HYMN 135. C. M. S. Stennett, b
Bangor, Windsor.
The penitent.
PROSTRATE, dear Jesus! at thy feet,
A guilty rebel lies;
And upwards to the mercy-seat
Presumes to lift his eyes.

2 If tears of sorrow would suffice
To pay the debt I owe,
Tears should from both my weeping eyes
In ceaseless torrents flow.

3 But no such sacrifice I plead
To expiate my guilt;

No tears but those which thou hast shed;
No blood, but thou hast spilt.
4 Think of thy sorrows, dearest Lord!
And all my sins forgive:
Justice will well approve the word
That bids the sinner live.

HYMN 133. C. M. Cowper. or b

THE

York, St. Anns.

The contrite heart.
HE Lord will happiness divine
On contrite hearts bestow;
Then tell me, gracious God! is mine
A contrite heart or no?

2I hear, but seem to hear in vain,
Insensible as steel;

The penitent pardoned. ENCE from my soul,my sins, depart, 1

Before they were possess'd by me, 3 Still with their lips their hearts agree,

There were entirely thine.

3 Nor would I drop a murmuring word, Though the whole world were gone, But seek enduring happiness

In thee, and thee alone.

HYMN 141. C. M. Hervey.

St. Anns, Abridge.

4

Nor flattering words devise;
They know the God of truth can see
Through every false disguise.

They hate the appearance of a lie,
In all the shapes it wears,

Firm to their truth: and when they die,
Eternal life is theirs.

Resignation to God's unerring wisdom. HYMN 144. L.M. Watts's Sermons. * 1THROUGH all the downward tracts

of time,

God's watchful eye surveys;
O, who so wise to choose our lot,
Or regulate our ways?

21 cannot doubt his bounteous love,
Immeasurably kind;

To his unerring, gracious will,
Be every wish resign'd.

Leeds, All Saints, Antigua.
Trust and confidence.

MY soul, survey thy happiness,

If thou art form'd a child of grace! How richly is the gospel stor❜d! What joy the promises afford! 2" All things are ours;" the gift of God, And purchas'd with our Saviour's blood, While the good Spirit shows us how To use and to enjoy them too. 3 If peace and plenty crown my days, They help me,Lord, to speak thy praise: If bread of sorrows be my food, orb Those sorrows work my real good.

3 Good when he gives, supremely good,
Nor less when he denies;
'E'en crosses from his sovereign hand
Are blessings in disguise.

HYMN 142. C. M. Kirkham.

St. Martins, Stade.
Self-denial;
; or, bearing the cross.
Dand bear the cross for me?
IDST thou, dear Jesus, suffer shame,
And shall I fear to own thy name,
Or thy disciple be?

2 Inspire my soul with life divine,

And make me truly bold; [shine.
Let knowledge, faith, and meekness
Nor love nor zeal grow cold.
3 Let mockers scoff, the world defame,
And treat me with disdain;
Still may I glory in thy name,
And count reproach my gain.
4 To thee I cheerfully submit,

And all my powers resign;
Let wisdom point out what is fit,
And I'll no more repine.

IIYMN 143. C.M. Watts's Sermons.

Barby, Abridge.
Sincerity and truth.

ET those who bear the Christian

HYMN 145. L. M.

Green's Hundredth, Islington.
True wisdom.

HAPPY the man, who finds the grace,
The blessing of God's chosen race;
The wisdom coming from above,
And faith that sweetly works by love.

2 Her ways are ways of pleasantness,
And all her flowery paths are peace,
Wisdom to silver we prefer,

And gold is dross compar'd with her. 3 He finds, who wisdom apprehends,

LET A life begun that never

The saints, the followers of the Lamb,
Are men of honour still.

2 True to the solemn oaths they take,
Though to their hurt they swear,
Constant and just to all they speak,
For God and angels hear.

The tree of life divine she is,
Set in the midst of paradise.
4 Happy the man, who wisdom gains,
In whose obedient heart she reigns;
He owns, and will forever own,
Wisdom,and Christ,and heaven are one,

They cast their honours at thy feet, Ho make the Christian's name a

HYMN 150. 8.7. D. Turner. *
Northampton Chapel, Sicilian Hymn.
Supplicating-Jesus, thou Son of David, have
mercy on me.

ESUS! full of all compassion,
Hear thy humble supplant's cry
Let me know thy great salvation:
See! I languish, faint, and die.
2 Guilty, but with heart relenting,
Overwhelm'd with helpless grief,
Prostrate at thy feet repenting,
Send, O send me quick relief'

is true;

Tell how his name imparts
The life of grace and glory too;
Ye have it in your hearts.
2 The heavenly building is begun
When ye receive the Lord;
His hands shall lay the crowning stone,
And will perform his word.
3 Your souls are form'd by wisdom's rules,
Your joys and graces shine;
You need no learning of the schools,
To prove your faith divine.
4 Let heathens scoff, and Jews oppose,
Let Satan's bolts be hurl'd; [shows
There's something wrought within you
That Jesus saves the world.
HYMN 152. C.M. Watts's Sermons.orb
Bedford, China, Barby.

1 WA

Flesh and spirit.

HYMN 153. Ys. Cowper.

Bath-Abbey, Condolence.
Welcoming the cross.
IS my happiness below

"TIS

Ж

Not to live without the cross;
But the Saviour's power to know,
Sanctifying every loss:
Trials must and will befall;

But with humble faith to see

Love inscrib'd upon them all,
This is happiness to me.
2 God, in Israel, sows the seeds
These spring up, and choke the weeds
Of affliction, pain, and toil;
Which would else o'erspread the
Trials make the promise sweet; [soil:
Trials give new life to prayer:
Trials bring me to his feet,—
Lay me low and keep me there.

2

HAT vain desires and passions
Attend this mortal clay! [vain
Oft have they pierc'd my soul with
And drawn my heart astray. [pain, 3
2 How have I wandered from my God,
And follow'd sin and shame,
In this vile world of flesh and blood
Defil'd my nobler name!

3 Forever blessed be thy grace
That form'd my spirit new,
And made it of an heaven-born race,
Thy glory to pursue.
4 My spirit holds perpetual war,
And wrestles and complains,
And views the happy moment near
That shall dissolve its chains.
5 Cheerful in death I close my eyes
To part with every lust,
And charge my flesh whene'er it rise,
To leave them in the dust.
SUPPLEMENT

X

HYMN 154. 8s.

Ham pton, Lambeth.
Faith fainting.

X

ENcompass'd with clouds of distress,
Just ready all hope to resign,
I pant for the light of thy face,

And fear it will never be mine:
Dishearten'd with waiting so long,
I sink at thy feet with my load;
All plaintive I pour out my song,
And stretch forth my hands unto God.
Shine, Lord! and my terror shall cease:
The blood of atonement apply;
And lead me to Jesus for peace,-
The rock that is higher than I:
Speak, Saviour! for sweet is thy voice,
Attend to my sorrows and cries,
Thy presence is fair to behold;
My groanings that cannot be told.
Dear Lord, if thy love hath design'ď ́
No covenant blessing for me,
Ah! tell me how is it I find

Some pleasure in waiting for thee?
Almighty to rescue thou art;

Thy grace is my shield and my tower: Come, succour and gladden my heart, Let this be the day of thy power.

HYMN 155. C. M. Williams.
Hymn Second, Mear.
Devotion.
Hilst thee I seck, protecting Power!

Be my vain wishes still'd;
And may this consecrated-hour
With better hopes be fill'd.
2Thy love the power of thought bestow'd.
To thee my thoughts would soa