4 No good in creatures can be found, 5 Oh, that I had a stronger faith, To credit what my Saviour saith, 6 O Lord, I cast my care on thee, HYMN 149. L. M. The wonderful Love of Christ. NOME, let me love, or is my mind ice! I see the blessed fair one bend, That those sweet lips, that heav'nly look, 3 I was a traitor doom'd to fire, Was ever rebel courted so, In groans of an expiring God? 6 Again he lives, and spreads his hands, Hands that were nail'd to torturing smart ; By these dear wounds," saith he; and stands, And prays to claspe me to his heart, 7 Sure I must love; or are my ears HYMN 150. S. M. A Parting Hymn. OLEST be the tie that binds Our hearts in Christian love; The fellowship of kindred minds, Is like to that above. 2 Before our Father's throne We pour our ardent pray'rs; 3 We share our mutual wees; 4 When we asunder part, 5 This glorious hope revives Our courage by the way; While each in expectation lives, And longs to see the day. 6 From sorrow, toil, and pain, And perfect love and friendship reign HYMN 151. S. M. Christian Love. Gal. iii 28. ET no more The Christian world o'erspread; Gentile and Jew, and bond and fre Those should in strictest frendship dwell, 4 Thus will the church below Where streams of pleasure ever flow HYMN 152. C. M. Love to our Enemies from the Example of Christ. Luke xxiii. 34 Matt. v. 44. Which made the tott'ring cross its throne, And hung its trophies there. 2 "Father, forgive," his mercy cry'd, With his expiring breath, And drew eternal blessings down, 4 Sway'd by thy dear example, Lord, With love, their hatred we'll reward, HYMN 153. C. M. All attainments vain without Love. SHOULD bounteous nature kindly pour Her richest gifts on me, Still, O my God, I should be poor, If void of love to thee. 2 Not shining wit, nor manly sense, 3 Did I possess the gift of tongues, 4 Tho' thou should'st give me heav'nly skill, Each myst'ry to explain, Had I no heart to do thy will, My knowledge would be vain. 5 Had I so strong a faith, my God, As mountains to remove, No faith could do me real good That did not work by loyer. 6 Oh, grant me then this one request, That love divine may rule my breast, HYMN 154. L. M. Christian Patience. Luke xxi. 19. Paiva by the God of love and pow'rs That leans upon a Father's hand, HYMN 155. L. M. Patience from an assurance of Divine Love. D EAR Lord, though bitter is the cup, I cheerfully will drink it up, That cannot hurt which comes from thee. |