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3 O enter then His gates with praise,

Approach with joy His courts unto : Praise, laud, and bless His Name always,

For it is seemly so to do.
4 For why ? the Lord our God is good,
His mercy

is for ever sure :
His truth at all times firmly stood,

And shall from age to age endure. 101.

The better part.
BESET with snares on every hand,

In life's uncertain path I stand ;
Saviour Divine, diffuse Thy light,

To guide my doubtful footsteps right. 2 Engage this roving treacherous heart,

To fix on Mary's better part:
To scorn the trifles of a day,

For joys that none can take away. 3 Then let the wildest storms arise,

Let tempests mingle earth and skies,
No fatal shipwreck shall I fear,

But all my treasures with me bear. 4 If Thou, my Jesus! still be nigh,

Cheerful I live, and joyful die;
Secure, when mortal comforts flee,

To find ten thousand worlds in Thee. 102.

Good Friday.
DARK was the night, and cold the ground

On which the Lord was laid ;
His sweat like drops of blood ran down,

In agony He pray'd :



2 “Father! remove this bitter cup,

If such Thy sacred will;
If not, content to drink it up,

Thy pleasure I fulfil."
3 Go to the garden, sinner, see

Those precious drops that flow;
That heavy load He bore for thee;

For thee He lies so low.
4 Then learn of Him thy cross to bear,

Thy Father's will obey ;
And when temptations sore draw near,

Awake to watch and pray. 103. The Christian's Hope. DEATHLESS principle, arise !

Soar, thou native of the skies !
Pearl of price by Jesus bought,
To His glorious likeness wrought,
Go, to shine before His throne,
Deck His mediatorial crown;
Go, His triumph to adorn;

Made for God, to God return. 2 Lo, He beckons from on high !

Fearless to His presence fly;
Thine the merit of His blood,
Thine the righteousness of God!
Angels, joyful to attend,
Hovering round thy pillow bend;
Wait, to catch the signal given,

And escort thee quick to heaven. 3 See the haven full in view!

Love Divine shall bear thee through ;
Trust to that propitious galo,
Weigh thy anchor, spread thy sail !


Saints in glory perfect made,
Wait thy passage through the shade :
Ardent for thy coming o'er,

See they throng the blissful shore. 104. Mary at the Sepulchre. HOW sweet, in the musing of faith, to repair

To the garden where Mary delighted

to rove; To sit by the tomb where she breath'd her

fond pray'r, And paid her sad tribute of sorrow and

love; To see the bright beam which disperses

her fear, As the Lord of her soul breaks the bars

of her prison, And the voice of the angel salutes her

glad ear,
The Lord is a captive no more,

“ He is risen.” 2 O Saviour! as oft as our footsteps we bend,

In penitent sadness to weep at Thy

grave; On the wings of Thy greatness in pity

descend, Be ready to comfort, and "mighty to save;" We shrink not from scenes of desertion

and woe,

If there we may meet with the Lord of

our love ; Contented, with Mary, to sorrow below, If with her we may drink of Thy foun

tains above.

105. Love as Brethren. 8,7,4. BRETHREN, let us walk together

In the bonds of love and peace ;
Can it be a question whether
Brethren should from conflict cease ?

'Tis in union,

Hope, and joy, and love increase, 2 While we journey homeward, let us

Help each other in the road;
Foes on every side beset us,
Snares through all the way are strew'd :

It behoves us

Each to bear a brother's load.
3 When we think how much our Father

Has forgiv'n and does forgive,
Brethren, we should learn, the rather,
Free from wrath and strife to live,

Far removing

All that might offend or grieve. 4 Then, let each esteem his brother

Better than himself to be,
And let each prefer another,
Full of love from envy free.

Happy are we

When in this we all agree. 106. Psalın XCII. SWEET is the work, my God, my King,

To praise Thy name, give thanks, and

To shew. Thy love by morning light,
And talk of all Thy truth at night.


2 Sweet is the day of sacred rest ;

No mortal care shall seize my breast;
Oh may my heart in tune be found,

Like David's harp of solemn sound. 3 Fools never raise their thoughts so high :

Like brutes they live, like brutes they die; Like grass they flourish, till Thy breath

Blasts them in everlasting death. 4 But I shall share a glorious part,

When grace hath well refin'd my heart,
And fresh supplies of joy are shed,

Like holy oil, to cheer my head.
5 Then shall I see, and hear, and know,

All I desir'd or wish'd below;
And every pow'r find sweet employ
In that eternal world of joy.


107. Matt. VI.
Lo, the lilies of the field

How their leaves instruction yield !
Every flower and tufted tree,

Ought to lead us, Lord, to Thee.
2 One there lives, whose guardian eye

Guides the humblest destiny ;
One there lives, who, Lord of all,
Rescues sinners from the fall.

3 Pass we then in faith our days,

Living to our Saviour's praise ;
Free from doubt, and fear besides ;
For to-morrow God provides.

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