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3 Wisdom divine! Who tells the price

Of Wisdom's costly merchandise?
Wisdom to silver we prefer,

And gold is dross compar'd to her. 4 Her hands are fill’d with length of days,

True riches, and immortal praise;
Riches of Christ, on all bestow'd,

And honour that descends from God. 5 To purest joys she all invites,

Chaste, holy, spiritual delights;
Her ways are ways of pleasantness,

, And all her flowery paths are peace. 6 Happy the man who wisdom gains,

Thrice happy! who his guest retains;
He owns, and shall for ever own,
Wisdom, and Christ, and Heaven are one.

C.M.- Heavenly Wisdom. Prov. iii. 13-17.
1 HOW happy is the man who hears

Instruction's warning voice;
And who celestial wisdom makes

His early, only choice!
2 Wisdom has treasures greater far

Than east or west unfold;
And her rewards more precious are

Than is the gain of gold.
3 In her right hand she holds to view

A length of happy years;
And in her left the prize of fame

And honour bright appears. 4 She guides the young

with innocence In pleasure's path to tread; A crown of glory she bestows

Upon the hoary head.

5 According as our labours rise,

So her rewards increase;
Her ways are ways of pleasantness,

And all her paths are peace.

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P.M.-Happiness. 1 HAPPINESS! thou lovely name,

Where's thy seat? O tell me where! Learning, pleasure, wealth, and fame,

All cry out, “ It is not here." Not the wisdom of the wise

Can inform me where it lies, Nor the grandeur of the great

Can the bliss, I seek, create. 2 Object of

my first desire, Jesus! crucified for me, All to happiness aspire,

Only to be found in thee:
Thee to praise, and thee to know,

Constitute our bliss below:
Thee to see, and thee to love,

Constitute our bliss above. 3 Lord! it is not life to live,

If thy presence thou deny, Lord! if thou thy presence give,

'Tis no longer death-- to die. Source and Giver of repose,

Singly from thy smile it flows, Peace and happiness are thine,

Mine they are if thou art mine. 4 Whilst I feel thy love to me,

Every object teems with joy; Here, o


I walk with thee,
Then into thy presence die!

Let me but thyself possess,

Total sum of happiness!
Real bliss I then shall prove,
Heaven below, and heaven above.


C.M.— The Happiness of Believers. 1 HAPPY the souls to Jesus join'd,

And sav'd by grace alone: Walking in all his ways, they find

Their heaven on earth begun.
2 The Church triumphant in thy love,

Their mighty joys we know;
They sing the Lamb in hymns above,

And we in hymns below. 3 Thee, in thy glorious realm, they praise,

And bow before thy throne! We, in the kingdom of thy grace;

The kingdoms are but one. 4 The holy to the holiest leads;

From thence our spirits rise;
And he that in thy statutes treads,
Shall meet thee in the skies.

L.M., The Christian's Honour and Happiness.
1 HONOUR and happiness unite

To make the Christian's name a praise: How fair the scene, how clear the light,

That fills the remnant of his days! 2 A kingly character he bears,

No change his priestly office knows;
Unfading is the crown he wears,

His joys can never reach a close. 3 Adorn'd with glory from on high,

Salvation shines upon his face; His robe is of the ethereal dye,

His steps are dignity and grace.

4 The noblest creature seen below,

Ordain’d to fill a throne above;
God gives him all he can bestow,

His kingdom of eternal love!
5 My soul is ravish'd at the thought!

Methinks from earth I see him rise!
Angels congratulate his lot,
And shout him welcome to the skies!


C.M.- The Christian's happy State.
1 HOW happy is the Christian's state,

His sins are all forgiven:
A cheering ray confirms the grace,

And lifts his hopes to heaven.
2 Though in the rugged path of life

He heaves the pensive sigh,
Yet trusting in his God, he finds

Delivering grace is nigh.
3 If, to prevent his wandering steps,

He feels the chastening rod,
The gentle stroke shall bring him back

To his forgiving God. 4 And, when the welcome message comes

To call his soul away,
His soul in raptures shall ascend
To everlasting day.

P.M.— Happiness in bearing the Cross.
1 'TIS my happiness below

Not to live without the cross,
But the Saviour's power to know,

Sanctifying every loss:
Trials must and wițl befall;

But with humble faith to see
Love inscrib'd upon them all,

This is happiness to me.

2 God, in Israel, sows the seeds

Of affliction, pain, and toil;
These spring up, and choke the weeds

Which would else o'erspread the soil:
Trials make the promise sweet,

Trials give new life to prayer;
Trials bring me to his feet,

Lay me low, and keep me there. 3 Did I meet no trials here,

No chastisement by the way,
Might I not, with reason, fear

I should prove a castaway?
Bastards may escape the rod,

Sunk in earthly, vain delight;
But the true-born child of God

Must not, would not, if he might.


L.M.- Hatred of Sin. 1 HOLY Lord God! I love thy truth,

Nor dare thy least commandment slight; Yet pierc'd by sin, the serpent's tooth,

I mourn the anguish of the bite.
2 But though the poison lurks within,

Hope bids me still with patience wait;
Till death shall set me free from sin,

Free from the only thing I hate. 3 Had I a throne above the rest,

Where angels and archangels dwell,
One sin unslain within my breast,

Would make that heaven as dark as hell. 4 The prisoner sent to breathe fresh air,

And blest with liberty again,
Would mourn, were he condemn’d to wear
One link of all his former chain.

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