But in thy life the law appears, Drawn out in brightest characters. 2 What truth and love thy bosom fill! What zeal to do thy Father's will ! Such zeal, and truth, and love divine, I would transcribe and make them mine. 3 Cold mountains and the midnight air Witness'd the fervour of thy prayer; The desert thy temptations knew, Thy conflict, and thy victory too. 4 Be Thou my pattern! let me bear More of thy heavenly image here; And own at last my worthless nante, Among the followers of the Lamb.

HYMN 230.

(C. M. ATTERCLIFFE.)

The heavenly Canaan.

1 THERE is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign: Where endless day excludes the night, And pleasures banish pain.

2 Lo! rising from the swelling flood,
The eternal hills are seen!

So Canaan's land of old was view'd,
While Jordan roll'd between.

3 But timorous mortals start and shrink,
To cross the narrow sea,

And linger, shivering on the brink,
Afraid to launch away.

4 Oh! could we make our doubts remove, Those gloomy doubts that rise;

And see the Canaan that we love,
With faith's illumined eyes ;-

5 'Till from the mount where Moses stood,
We view the landscape o'er;
Nor the proud waves of Jordan's flood,
Affright us from the shore.

Seeking a better country.

1 FROM Egypt lately come,

Where death and darkness reign,
We seek a new, a better home,
Where we our rest shall gain:
Hallelujah!

We are on our way to God. 2 There sin and sorrow cease, And, every conflict o'er,

We there shall dwell in endless peace,
Nor thirst nor hunger more.
Hallelujah, &c.

3 There, in celestial strains,

Enraptured myriads sing,
And love in every bosom reigns;
For God himself is King.
Hallelujah, &c.

4 We hope to join the throng,
And soon their pleasures share,
And sing the everlasting song,
With all the ransom'd there.
Hallelujah, &c.

HYMN 232.

(P. M. STAMFORD.)

The insufficiency of formal services.
1 In form we long had bow'd the knee,
But nought attractive then could see,
To win our wayward hearts to Thee,
Our Saviour!
2 Yet oft we trembled when we thought,
How we had sold ourselves for nought,
But still against thy love we fought,
Our Saviour!
3 When self-accused we trembling stood,
And promised fair as any could;
We never counted on thy blood,

Our Saviour!
4 Too soon the promise vain we proved,
That sinners make while sin is loved,
But still to Thee our hearts ne'er moved,
Our Saviour!

5 To pleasure prone, we thought it hard,
From pleasure's path to be debarr'd,
Nor pleasure sought from thy regard,
Our Saviour!
6 O Thou! whom we so long withstood,
Bring back our wandering souls to God,
And wash us in thy precious blood,
Our Saviour!

For the fruitfulness of God's vineyard.

1 SEE the vineyard lately planted,
By thy hand, O Lord of Hosts!

Let thy people's prayer be granted,
Keep it safe from hostile boasts:
Hear, Oh! hear us when we pray;
Keep thy vineyard night and day.
2 Drooping plants revive and nourish,
Let them thrive beneath thy hand;
Let the weak grow strong and flourish,
Blooming fair at thy command:
Let the fruitful yield Thee more,
Laden with a richer store.

3 Further, Lord! be Thou entreated;
Plant the barren waste around;
Let thy work be thus completed,
And no fruitless spot be found;
Let the earth a vineyard be,
Consecrated, Lord! to Thee.

HYMN 234.

(c. M. LANE END.)

For Christian love.

1 OUR God is love: and all his saints
His image bear below:

The heart, with love to God inflamed,
With love to man will glow.

2 O may we love each other, Lord!
As we are loved of Thee:

For none are truly born of God,
Who live in enmity.

3 Heirs of the same immortal bliss,
Our hopes and fears the same,

The cords of love our hearts should bind,

The law of love inflame.

4 So shall the vain contentious world
Our peaceful lives approve,
And wondering say as they of old,
"See how these Christians love.”

HYMN 235.

(C. M. WARWICK.)

Love, the most excellent of Christian graces. 1 Of all the graces that adorn

The Christian's hallow'd breast,
Love is the fairest of the train,
The bond of all the rest.
2 Knowledge alone is all in vain ;
In vain all servile fear ;
Our stubborn sins will still prevail,
If love be absent there.

3 Love fires the soul, and makes our feet
In swift obedience move:
Satan believes and trembles too,
But Satan cannot love.

4 This shall the Christian's bosom warm,
When faith and hope shall cease;
This swell the song of endless praise,
Throughout the realms of peace.

HYMN 236.

(L. M.

LUTHER.)

For the conversion of the Jews.

1 Great God of Abraham! hear our prayer; Let Abraham's seed thy mercy share; Oh! may they now at length return, And look on Him they pierced and mourn. 2 Remember Jacob's flock of old, Bring home the wanderers to thy fold: