T CHRISTIAN EXERCISES. 417. C. M. Watts. Aspiring to Heavenly Joys. THERE's nothing round the spacious earth, To boundless joys and solid mirth, 2 Where pleasure rolls its living flood, 3 Had I the pinions of a dove, I'd climb the heavenly road; 418. C. M. Walls. Paradise on Earth. WHEN Christ, with all his graces crown's Sheds his kind beams abroad, "Tis a young heaven on earthly ground And glory in the bud. 2 A blooming paradise of joy In this wild desert springs; And every sense I straight employ 3 But, an! how soon my joys decay! And snatch the heavenly scene away 4 When shall the time, dear Jesus, when, That I shall leave these clouds of sin, 5 Up to the fields above the skies 419. C. M. W. & B. Longing for Heaven. Job iii. 17. vii. 16 Tir'd of the sins and griefs of this, 2 There Jesus, the unsetting Sun, 3 "Tis there the weary are at rest, The mind with guilt no more opprest, 4 Discord and strife, those regions fly, 5 And can I longer wish to stay, Kind angels, bear my soul away, H 420. C. M. Watts. Doubts scattered; or, Joy restored. ENCE from my soul, sad thoughts, begone, My tongue shall triumph in my God, And make a joyful noise. 2 Darkness and doubts had veil'd my mind, Till sovereign grace with shining rays 3 0 what immortal joys I felt, 4 In vain the tempter frights my soul, Resignation; or, God our Portion. times of sorrow and of joy,' Great God! are in thy hand; MY My choicest comforts come from thee, 2 If thou shouldst take them all away, 3 Nor would I drop a murm'ring word, Though the whole world were gone; But seek enduring happiness In Thee, and Thee alone. 4 What is the world, with all its stores? When I attempt to pluck the rose, 5 Here perfect bliss can ne'er be found, 'Midst changing scenes, and dying friends, Be Thou my all in all. Humble Reliance and Submission. MY God, my Father, thou art wise; O bend my will to thine! Whate'er toy providence denies, 2 Whate'er thy sacred will ordains, And let me know my Father reigns, 3 If pain and sickness rend this frame, And life almost depart, Is not thy mercy still the same, 4 If cares and sorrows me surround, 5 Thy sovereign ways are all unknown 423. C. M. Cowper. LORD, my best desires fulfil, 2 Why should I shrink at thy command, 3 No! let me rather freely yield 4 Thy favour, all my journey through Thou art engaged to grant; What else I want, or think I do, 5 Wisdom and mercy guide my way Shall I resist them both? A poor blind creature of a day, 6 But, ah! my inward spirit cries, 424. C. M. Watts. Formality in Worship, detestable. In vain to heaven we raise our cries, 2 Nothing but truth before his throne The painted hypocrites are known Through the disguise they wear. 3 Their lifted eyes salute the skies, Their bending knees the ground; But God abhors the sacrifice, Where not the heart is found. 4 Lord, search my thoughts, and try my ways, 425. L. M. Rippon's Selection. PA As through the wilds of life we rove. 2 By patience we serenely bear The troubles of our mortal state, |