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3 Their streaming eyes together flow
For human guilt and mortal woe ;
Like mingling fames in sacrifice.
Where God reveals his awful face :
There's none but kindred souls can tell.
When nature droops her sickening fire ;
A heaven of joy, — because of love.
Th’unfeeling heart remove,
The image of thy love.
The generous pleasure know,
And weep for others' woe!
In low distress are laid,
And swift our hands to aid.
In every act and thought,
Each selfish view forgot !
With this kind, social grace,
A strong, embracing force ;
The planets in their course.
Is felt the law of love ;
For all that live and move.
All creatures bear a part ;
Linked to the feeling heart.
Attaches soul to soul;
Though at the farthest pole.
The faith in Christ professed
And whom he loves is blest. 356. S. P. M.
Kindred and friends agree !
And each fulll his part,
With sympathizing heart,
That water all the plain,
Such streams of pleasure roll
Through every friendly soul,
Where love, like heavenly dew, distils. 357. L. M.
The springs whence wrong opinions flow;
When frailty errs, and when we sin.
Thy servant to bis bar shall call ?
And doom him to the realms of woe ?
Or worship by another's creed ?
And bow to thy commands alone.
While, faithful, we improve our light,
To learn and follow all thy will.
Their fervor and their faith proclaim :
The rest is but a sounding name.
And slowly her resentments rise :
And rage retires, and malice dies.
Nor vaunts herself with mind elate,
But still a modest air puts on.
And brightly will for ever burn,
And faith to sight triumphant turn.
Of all I have, or hope, the spring !
And fill my heart with heavenly love.
That hurts or gives another pain :
Whene'er I meet a wounded heart.
A mutual joy in me create ;
His peace and happiness be mine.
Still let me vanquish hate with love,
That would abridge his happiness.
An image fair, though faint, of thine ;
Who came to manifest thy love.
Thy glory is our song ;
2 When Christ
the sons of men
They compassed him around.
Their peace he still pursued ;
And evil for his good.
Yet, with his dying breath,
And blest his foes in death.
To us a model prove :
Our enemies to love.
Where love inspires the breast :
And strengthens all the rest.
And all in vain our fear ;
If love be absent there.
When faith and hope shall cease ;
In realms of endless peace.
Or leave this dark abode,