We shout thee welcome to thy seat,
And lay our honours at thy feet.
40 happy church, thy bliss how great!
Thy King, in all his heavenly state,
With thee for ever will reside,

Thy Husband he and thou the bride. 5 O God, our grateful hearts rejoice,

Since thou hast made our souls thy choice;
While here, our songs to thee shall rise,
And join the chorus of the skies.

HYMN 501. C. M.

Christian Virtues.

PROUD.

HAPPY the man whose cautious steps

Still keep the golden mean:

Whose life, by wisdom's rules well form'd,
Declares a conscience clean.

2 Not of himself he highly thinks,
Nor acts the boaster's part:

His modest tongue the language speaks
Of his still humbler heart.

3 Not in base scandal's arts he deals,
For truth dwells in his breast:
With grief he sees his neighbour's faults,
And thinks and hopes the best.

4 What blessings bounteons heaven bestows,
He takes with thankful heart;
With temp'rance he both eats and drinks,
And gives the poor a part.

5 To sect or party his large soul
Disdains to be confin'd;

The good he loves of ev'ry name,
And prays for all mankind.

6 Not on the world his heart is set,
His treasure is above;

Nothing beneath the sov'reign good
Can claim his highest love.

NEEDHAM.

HYMN 502. L. M.

Self-Government.

THOU, whose scales the mountains weigh!
Whose will the raging seas obey!

Thou who canst boist'rous winds control!
Subdue the tumults of my soul.
2 May I with equal mind sustain
My lot of pleasure and of pain;
May joys and sorrows gently flow,
Nor rise too high, nor sink too low.
3 Do thou my passions, Lord! restrain,
And in my soul, unrivalled, reign!
Then, with whatever loads oppress'd,
Center'd in thee, my soul shall rest.
4 O when shall my still-wavering mind
This sweetest self-possession find!
Fountain of joy! I long to see

In thee my peace-my heav'n in thee!

HYMN 503. L. M.

Humility.

WATTS.

WHEREFORE should man, frail child of clay,

Who, from the cradle to the shroud,

Lives but the insect of a day—
O why should mortal man be proud?
2 His brightest visions just appear,

Then vanish and no more are found;
The stateliest pile his pride can rear,
A breath may level with the ground.
3 By doubt perplex'd, in error lost,
With trembling step he seeks his way:
How vain of wisdom's gift the boast!
Of reason's lamp how faint the ray!
4 Follies and crimes, a countless sum,
Are crowded in life's little span :
How ill, alas! does pride become
That erring, guilty creature, man!

5 God of my life! Father divine!
Give me a meek and lowly mind:
In modest worth, O let me shine,
And peace in humble virtue find.

ENFIELD.

ETURN, my roving heart, return,

Rnd chase these shadowy forms no more;

Seek out some solitude to mourn, And thy forsaken God implore. 2 Wisdom and pleasure dwells at home; Retir'd and silent seek them there; True conquest is ourselves t' o'ercome, True strength to break temptation's snare. 3 And thou, my God! whose piercing eye Distinct surveys each deep recess, In these abstracted hours draw nigh, And with thy presence fill the place. 4 Through all the mazes of my heart, My search let heavenly wisdom guide: And still its radiant beams impart, Till all be search'd and purified. 5 Then, with the visits of thy love, Vouchsafe my inmost soul to cheer; Till ev'ry grace shall join to prove, That God hath fix'd his dwelling there. DODDRIDGE

HYMN 505. L. P. M.

The blessings of the Pious and Charitable.

THAT

HAT man is blest who stands in awe
Of God, and loves his sacred law:
His seed on earth shall be renown'd;
His house the seat of wealth shall be,
An inexhausted treasury,

And with successive honours crown'd.

2 His lib'ral favours he extends,
To some he gives, to others lends;
And gen'rous pity fills his mind :
Yet what his charity impairs,
He saves by prudence in affairs.
And thus he's just to all mankind.
3 His hands, while they his alms bestow'd,
His glory's future harvest sow'd:

The sweet remembrance of the just,
Like a green root revives and bears
A train of blessings for his heirs,

When dying nature sleeps in dust.
4 Beset with threat'ning dangers round,
Unmov'd shall he maintain his ground:
His conscience bears his courage up:
The soul that's fill'd with virtue's light,
Shines brightest in affliction's night,

And sees in darkness beams of hope. WATTS.

HYMN 506. C. M.

Secret Devotion.

NATHER Divine! thy piercing eye
Looks through the shades of night;

In deep retirement thou art nigh,
With heart-discerning sight.

2 There shall that piercing eye survey
My humble worship paid,
With ev'ry morning's dawning ray,
And ev'ry ev'ning's shade.

3 I'll leave behind each earthly care;
To thee my soul shall soar;

While grateful praise and fervent prayer
Employ the silent hour.

4 So shall the visits of thy love

My soul in secret bless;

So shalt thou deign, in worlds above,

Thy suppliant to confess.

DODDRIDGE.

HYMN 507. C. M.

Prayer for Support in old Age and Death.

ETER

TERNAL Sire, enthron'd on high!
Whom heavenly hosts adore;
Who yet to suppliant dust art nigh:
Thy presence I implore.

2 O guide me down the steeps of age,
And keep my passions cool:
Teach me to scan the sacred page,
And practise ev'ry rule.

3 My flying years time urges on;
What's human must decay;

My friends, my youth's companions gone,
Can I expect to stay?

4 Ah! no-then smooth the mortal hour;
On thee my hope depends:

Support me with almighty pow'r,
While dust to dust descends.

SEE

WILLIAMS's Coll.

HYMN 508. C. M.

An Evening Hymn.

EE! the bright monarch of the day
In ocean dips his beams;

While from his brow a parting ray
In milder glory streams.

2 The moon, pale empress of the night,
In sweet succession reigns;
And finely paints, with silver light,
The mountains, vales, and plains.

3 The planets in progression rise
And shine from pole to pole;

Their pleasing course delights our eyes,
And charms th' attentive soul.

4 The starry arch in grandeur glows,
Through all its ample round:

Great God! thy power no limit knows,
Thy wisdom knows no bound.