Let saints in sorrow lie resigned,

And trust a faithful Lord. 470. L. M...

ENFIELD. Humility. 1 WHEREFORE should man, frail child of clay,

Who, from the cradle to the shroud,
Lives but the insect of a day, —

0, why should mortal man be proud ? 2 His brightest visions just appear,

Theo vanish, and no more are found ;
The stateliest pile his pride can rear,

A breath may level with the ground. 3 By doubt perplexed, in error lost,

With trembling step he seeks bis way : How vain of wisdom's gift the boast !

Of reason's lamp, how faint the ray! 4 Follies and sins, 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, 0, let me shine,

And peace in humble virtue find. 471. C. M.

WATTS
Prudence.
1 0, 'T IS a lovely thing to see

A man of prudent heart,
Whose thoughts, and lips, and life agree

To act a useful part.
2 When envy, strise, and wars begin,

In fierce, contentious souls,
Mark how the sons of peace come in, ,
And quench the kindling coals.

3 Their minds are humble, mild, and meck,

Nor let their anger rise ;
Nor passion moves their lips to speak,

Nor pride exalts their eyes.
4 Their lives are prudence mixed with love;

Good works employ their day ;
They join the serpent with the dove,

But cast the sting away.
472.
L. M.

Scott. The Blessing of Meekness. 1 HAPPY the meek, whose gentle breast,

Clear as the summer's evening ray,
Calm as the regions of the blest,

Enjoys on earth celestial day.
2 His heart no broken friendships sting,

No storms his peaceful tent invade ;
He rests beneath th' Almighty wing,

Hostile to none, of none afraid. 3 Spirit of grace, all meek and mild,

Inspire our breasts, our souls possess ;
Repel each passion rude and wild,

And bless us as we aim to bless. 473.

C. M.

Gratitude.
1 WHEN all thy mercies, O my God,

My rising soul surveys,
Transported with the view, I'm lost

In wonder, love, and praise.
2 Unnumbered comforts on my soul

Thy tender care bestowed,
Before my infant heart conceived

From whom those comforts flowed. . 3 When in the slippery paths of youth With heedless steps I ran,

ADDISON.

WATTS.

Thine arm, unseen, conveyed me safe,

And led me up to man.
4 When worn with sickness, oft hast thou

With health renewed my face ;
And, when in sin and sorrow sunk,

Revived my soul with grace.
5 Ten thousand thousand precious gifts

My daily thanks employ ;
Nor is the least a cheerful heart,

That tastes those gifts with joy.
6 Through every period of my life,

Thy goodness I'll pursue ;
And after death, in distant worlds,

The glorious theme renew. 474. C. M.

Hidden Life of the Christian.
10 HAPPY soul that lives on high,

While men lie grovelling here !
His hopes are fixed above the sky,

And faith forbids his fear.
2 His conscience knows no secret stings,.

While grace and joy combine
To form a life whose holy springs

Are hidden and divine.
3 He waits in secret on his God,

His God in secret sees ;
Let earth be all in arms abroad,

He dwells in heavenly peace.
4 His pleasures rise from things unseen,

Beyond this world and time,
Where neither eyes nor ears have been,

Nor thoughts of mortals climb.
5 He wants no pomp nor royal throne
To raise his honors here :

Content and pleased to live unknown,

Till Christ his life appear. 475. C. M.

WATTS.
Christian Courage and Self-denial.
1 AM I a soldier of the cross,

A follower of the Lamb ?
And shall I fear to own his cause,

Or blush to speak his name?
2 Must I be carried to the skies

On flowery beds of ease,
While others fought to win the prize,

And sailed through bloody seas ?
3 Are there no foes for me to face ?

Must I not stem the flood ?
Is this vile world a friend to grace,

To help me on to God?
4 Sure I must fight, if I would reign ;

Increase my courage, Lord !
I 'll bear the toil, endure the pain,

Supported by thy word.
5 Thy saints, in all this glorious war,

Shall conquer, though they 're slain :
They see the triumph from afar,

And soon with Christ shall reign.
6 When that illustrious day shall rise,

And all thy armies shine
In robes of victory through the skies,

The glory shall be thine. 476.

S. M.

MORAVIAN.
The Christian encouraged.
1 GIVE to the winds thy fears ;

Hope and be undismayed;
God hears thy sighs, and counts thy tears ;

God shall lift up thy head.

2 Through waves, through clouds, and storms,

He gently clears thy way ;
Wait thou his time ; so shall the night

Soon end in joyous day.
3 Thou seest our weakness, Lord,

Our hearts are known to thee ;
0, lift thou up the sinking hand,

Confirm the feeble knee !
4 Let us, in life or death,

Boldly thy truth declare !
And publish, with our latest breath,

Thy love and guardian care. 477.

C. M.

ANONYMOUS.
The whole Armor.
1 0, SPEED thee, Christian, on thy way,

And to thy armor cling ;
With girded loins the call obey

That grace and mercy bring.
2 There is a battle to be fought,

An upward race to run,
A crown of glory to be sought,

A victory to be won.
3 0, faint not, Christian, for thy sighs

Are heard before His throne;
The race must come before the prize,

The cross before the crown. 478.

C. M.

The Christian's Life.
1 A SOLDIER'S course, from battles won

To new commencing strife ;
A pilgrim's, restless as the sun ;-

Behold the Christian's life.
2 0, let us seek our heavenly home,
Revealed in sacred lore ;

GISBORNE