5 Nor brooding spleen, nor fell revenge,
Be to my bosom known;
Tears may I find for others' woe,
And patience for my own.
6 Feed me with necessary food,
I ask not wealth or fame;
But give me eyes to view thy works,
A heart to praise thy name.
7 Serenely may my days move on,
Without remorse or care;
may I for the parting hour
In every hour prepare.
1 Happy the meek, whose gentle breast, Clear as the summer's evening ray, Calm as the regions of the bless'd, Enjoys on earth celestial day.
2 His heart no broken friendships sting, No storms his peaceful tent invade ; He rests beneath th' Almighty's 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.
1 If high or low our station be, Or noble or ignoble name, By uncorrupt integrity,
Thy blessing, Lord! we humbly claim.
2 The upright man no want shall fear;
Thy providence shall be his trust;
Thou wilt provide his portion here,
Thou friend and guardian of the just!
3 May we, with most sincere delight,
To all, the debt of duty pay;
Tender of every social right,
Obedient to thy righteous sway.
4 Such virtue thou wilt not forget,
In that blest world, where virtue shares
A fit reward; though not of debt,
But what thy boundless grace prepares.
1 O God, our Father and our King,
Of all we have or hope, the spring;
Send down thy Spirit from above,
And fill our hearts with holy love.
2 May we from every act abstain
That hurts, or gives our neighbour pain,
And every secret wish suppress
That would abridge his happiness.
3 Still may we find our hearts inclin'd
To act the friend to all mankind ;
Still seek their safety, health and ease,
Their virtue and eternal peace.
4 With pity may our breast o'erflow,
When we behold a wretch in woe;
And bear a sympathizing part
With all who are of heavy heart,
5 Let love in all our conduct shine,
An image fair, though faint, of thine ;
Thus may we his disciples prove
Who came to manifest thy love.
Christian zeal tempered by Charity.
1 Great God! whose all-pervading eye
Sees every passion in my soul!
When sunk too low, or raised too high,
Teach me those passions to control.
2 Temper the fervours of my frame;
Be charity their constant spring;
And O, let no unhallow'd flame
Pollute the off'rings which I bring.
3 Let love with piety unite
To mend the bias of my will;
While hope and heaven-eyed faith excite,
And wisdom regulates my zeal ;-
4 That wisdom which to meekness turns,
Wisdom descending from above;
And let my zeal, whene'er it burns,
Be kindled by the fire of love.
Religion vain without love.
1 Had I the tongues of Greeks and Jews, And nobler speech than angels use, If love be absent, I am found,
Like tinkling brass, an empty sound.
2 Were I inspir'd to preach, and tell
All that is done in heaven and hell;
Or could my faith the world remove,
Still I am nothing without love.
3 Should I distribute all my store,
To feed the hungry, clothe the poor;
Or give my body to the flame,
To gain a martyr's glorious name;
4 If love to God, and love to men
Be absent all my hopes are vain ;
Nor tongues, nor gifts, nor fiery zeal,
The work of love can e'er fulfil.
1 All knowing God! 'tis thine to know
The springs whence wrong opinions flow;
To judge, from principles within,
When frailty errs, and when we sin.
2 Who among men, high Lord of all!
Thy servants to his bar may call ;
Decide of heresy, and shake
A brother o'er the flaming lake?
3 Who with another's eye can read?
Or worship by another's creed?
Revering thy command alone,
We humbly seek and use our own.
4 If wrong, forgive; accept, if right;
While faithful we obey our light,
And cens'ring none, are zealous still
To follow as to learn thy will.
5 When shall our happy eyes behold
Thy people fashion'd in thy mould;
And charity our lineage prove
Deriv'd from thee, O God of love?
1 Lef party names no more,
The Christian world o'erspread;
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