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314. S. M. DODDRIDGE.
The living sacrifice. 1 AND will the eternal King
So mean a gift reward ? That off'ring, Lord! with joy we bring,
Which thy own hand prepar'd. 2 We own thy various claim,
And to thine altar move,
And bound with cords of love. 3 Descend, celestial fire!
The sacrifice inflame!
Through our Redeemer's name.
315. C. M. WATTS. Holy fear, and tenderness of conscience. 1 WITH my whole heart I've sought thy face:
O! let me never stray
Nor tread the sinner's way.
To keep me pure within,
From ev'ry rising sin.
For thy salvation still;
And I obey thy will.
316. L. M. DODDRIDGE.
The wandering sheep recovered. 1 LORD! we have wander'd from thy way,
Like foolish sheep have gone astray,
And of their guard our souls bereft. 2 Expos'd to want, expos’d to harm,
Far from our gentle shepherd's arm;
Till thou reveal the paths of peace. 3 O seek thy thoughtless servants, Lord!
Nor let us quite forget thy word;
Motives to a virtuous Conduct.
317. C. M.' DODDRIDGE.
Value of the knowledge of God. 1 SHINE forth, Eternal Source of light!
And make thy glories known;
With lustre all thy own. 2 Vain are the charms, and faint the rays
The brightest creatures boast;
Are in thy presence lost.
Is our sublimest skill:
True life to do his will.
This let me still pursue,
Fix and complete the view.
318. C. M. MRS STEELE.
The pearl of great price.
A nobler choice be mine;
A treasure all divine.
2 Begone, unworthy of my cares,
Ye specious baits of sense ;-
The pearl of price immense !
Their boasted stores resign;
To make this jewel mine. 4 Should earth's vain treasures all depart,
Of such a gift possess'd,
And be for ever bless'd.
319. P. M. H. M.
Will quickly fade and fly;
In endless darkness die.
Friend, fellow, child and parent rise,
Endearing life’s progressive plan.
And all their dearest pleasures fall,
288. C. M. WATTS.
God our only happiness.
My everlasting All!
Or on this earthly ball.
Scatters his feeble light:
If thou withdraw, 'tis night.
Amongst the shades I roll, If Gop his light around me shed, "Tis morning with my soul.
. 4 To thee I owe my wealth and friends,
And health, and safe abode: Thanks to thy name for meaner things;
But they are not my God. 5 Were I possessor of the earth,
And call'd the stars my own; Without thy mercy and thy love,
I were a wretch undone.