But miracles of power and grace,

That spread salvation through our race?
2 Teach us, O Lord, to keep in view
Thy pattern, and thy steps pursue;
Let alms bestowed, let kindness done
Be witnessed by each rolling sun.

3 That man may last, but never lives,
Who much receives, but nothing gives,
Whom none can love, whom none can thank-
Creation's blot, creation's blank.

4 But he who marks, from day to day,
With generous acts his radiant way,
Treads the same path his Saviour trod,
The path to glory and to God.

407

1

JES

Charity. Matt. xxv. 40.

TESUS, my Lord, how rich thy grace!
Thy bounties how complete!

How shall I count the matchless sum?
How pay the mighty debt?

2 High on a throne of radiant light
Dost thou exalted shine;
What can my poverty bestow,
When all the worlds are thine?

3 But thou hast brethren here below,
The partners of thy grace,

And wilt confess their humble names
Before thy Father's face.

4 In them thou may'st be clothed and fed,
And visited and cheered;

And in their accents of distress

My Saviour's voice is heard.

5 Thy face, with reverence and with love,

I in the poor would see;

Oh rather let me beg my bread

Than hold it back from thee.

408

1

FA

Pity for the Distressed.

ATHER of mercies, send thy grace
All powerful from above,

To form in our obedient souls

The image of thy love.

Gibbons.

C. M.

Doddridge.

C. M.

2 Oh may our sympathizing breasts
That generous pleasure know,
Kindly to share in others' joy,
And weep for others' wo.

3 When the most helpless sons of grief
In low distress are laid,

Soft be our hearts their pains to feel,
And swift our hands to aid.

4 So Jesus looked on dying men,
When throned above the skies;
And 'midst the embraces of thy love,
He felt compassion rise.

5 On wings of love the Saviour flew,
To raise us from the ground;
And gave the richest of his blood,
A balm for every wound.

409

1

“To whom shall we go?" John vi. 67.

THOU only Sovereign of my heart,
My refuge, my almighty Friend-
And can my soul from thee depart,
On whom alone my hopes depend?
2 Whither, ah whither shall I go,

A wretched wanderer from my Lord
Can this dark world of sin and wo
One glimpse of happiness afford?
3 Eternal life thy words impart;

On these my fainting spirit lives;
Here sweeter comforts cheer my heart
Than all the round of nature gives.
4 Let earth's alluring joys combine―

Doddridge.

While thou art near, in vain they call;
One smile, one blissful smile of thine,
My dearest Lord, outweighs them all.
5 Thy name my inmost powers adore,
Thou art my life, my joy, my care;
Depart from thee! 'tis death! 'tis more;
'Tis endless ruin, deep despair!

6 Low at thy feet my soul would lie;
Here safety dwells, and peace divine;
Still let me live beneath thine eye,
For life, eternal life is thine.

L. M.

Mrs. Steele.

410

1 B

Filial Obedience.

EHOLD what wondrous grace
The Father has bestowed

On sinners of a mortal race,

To call them sons of God!

2 'Tis no surprising thing

That we should be unknown;

The Jewish world knew not their King,
God's everlasting Son.

3 Nor doth it yet appear

How great we must be made;

But when we see our Saviour here,
We shall be like our Head.

4 A hope so much divine

May trials well endure;

May purge our souls from sense and sin,
As Christ, the Lord, is pure.

5 If in my Father's love

I share a filial part,

Send down thy Spirit, like a dove,

To rest upon my

heart.

6 We would no longer lie

Like slaves beneath the throne;

Our faith shall Abba, Father, cry,
And thou the kindred own.

S. M.

Watts.

411 Choosing the Service of God. Josh. xxiv. 15. L. M.

H wretched souls who strive in vain,
Slaves to the world, and slaves to sin;

A nobler toil may I sustain,

A nobler satisfaction win.

2 May I resolve with all my heart,

With all my powers, to serve the Lord;
Nor from his precepts e'er depart,
Whose service is a rich reward.

3 Oh, be his service all my joy;
Around let my example shine,
Till others love the bless'd employ,
And join in labors so divine.

4 Be this the purpose of my soul,
My solemn, my determined choice-

To yield to his supreme control,
And in his kind commands rejoice.
5 Oh may I never faint nor tire,

Nor, wandering, leave his sacred ways;
Great God, accept my soul's desire,
And give me strength to live thy praise.

H, could I find, from day to day,
A nearness to my God,

Mrs. Steele.

Then should my hours glide sweet away,
Nor sin nor fear intrude.

2 Lord, I desire with thee to live
Anew from day to day;

In joys the world can never give,
Nor ever take away.

3 O Jesus, come and rule my heart,
And make me wholly thine,
That I may never more depart,
Nor grieve thy love divine.

4 Thus, till my last expiring breath,
Thy goodness I'll adore;

And when my flesh dissolves in death,
My soul shall love thee more.

413

1

Holy Life. Titus ii. 10, 13. 10 let our lips and lives express

The holy gospel we profess;
So let our works and virtues shine,
To prove the doctrine all divine.

2 Thus shall we best proclaim abroad
The honors of our Saviour God;
When his salvation reigns within,
And grace subdues the power of sin.
3 Our flesh and sense must be denied-
Passion and envy, lust and pride;
While justice, temp'rance, truth, and love,
Our inward piety approve.

4 Religion bears our spirits up,
While we expect that blessed hope--
The bright appearance of the Lord-
And faith stands leaning on his word.

C. M.

L. M.

Watts.

414

Christ our Pattern.

AND is the gospel peace and love?

Such let our conversation be; The serpent blended with the doveWisdom and meek simplicity.

2 Whene'er the angry passions rise,

L. M.

And tempt our thoughts and tongues to strife, To Jesus let us lift our eyes,

Bright pattern of the Christian life.

3 Dispensing good where'er he came,
The labors of his life were love;
Then, if we bear the Saviour's name,
By his example let us move.

4 Oh, how benevolent and kind!

How mild, how ready to forgive! Be this the temper of our mind,

And these the rules by which we live.

415

The Children of God.

1 GRACE, like an uncorrupted seed,

Abides and reigns within;

Immortal principles forbid

The sons of God to sin.

2 Not by the terrors of a slave
Do they perform his will,

But with the noblest powers they have
His sweet commands fulfill.

3 They find access, at every hour,
To God within the vail:

Hence they derive a quickening power,
And joys that never fail.

4 Oh happy souls! oh glorious state
Of overflowing grace!

To dwell so near their Father's seat,
And see his lovely face!

5 Lord, I address thy heavenly throne:
Call me a child of thine;

Send down the Spirit of thy Son
To form my heart divine.

6 There shed thy choicest loves abroad,
And make my comforts strong;

Mrs. Steele.

C. M.