HYMN 296. Eights, Sevens and Fours. The same. LORD, dismiss us with thy blessing, Fill our hearts with joy and peace ; Trav❜ling through this wilderness. In our hearts and lives abound; With us evermore, be found. 3 So, whene'er the signal's giv'n, May we ready, Rise and reign in endless day! HYMN 297. C. M. Seeking first the Kingdom of God, &c. NOW OW let a true ambition rise, To reign in worlds above the skies, 2 Behold Jehovah's royal hand 3 Away, each grov'ling, anxious care, I spring to seize immortal joys, 4 Ye hearts with youthful vigor warm, HYMN 298. L. M. Parting with Carnal Joys. SEND the joys of earth away, Away ye tempters of the mind, False as the smooth, deceitful sea, And empty as the whist❜ling wind. 2 Your streams were floating me along, Down to the gulf of black despair; And whilst I listen'd to your song, Your streams had e'en convey'd me there. 3 Lord, I adore thy matchless grace, That warn'd me of that dark abyss; That drew me from those treach'rous seas, And bade me seek superior bliss. 4 Now to the shining realms above, I stretch my hands, and glance my eyes; Oh, for the pinions of a dove, To bear me to the upper skies. 5 There, from the bosom of my God, HYMN 299. L. M. The Vanity of Creatures. AN has a soul of vast desires, Male burns within with restless fires; Toss'd to and fro, his passions fly, 2 In vain on earth we hope to find, To change the place but keep the pain. Cure the vile fever of the mind, HYMN 300. L. M. The Sovereignty of Grace. Luke x. 21, 32. "Father, I thank thee, mighty God, 4 Father, 'tis thus, because thy will, Chose and ordain'd it should be so ; 'Tis thy delight t'abase the proud, And lay the haughty scorner low. 5 "There's none can know the Father right, But those who learn him from the Son; Nor can the Son be well receiv'd, But where the Father makes him known." 6 Then let our souls adore our God, HYMN 301. L. M. Prayer for Grace. THOU, to whose all-searching sight, Search, prove my heart, and let it be 2 Wash out its stains, refine its dross, No fraud, while thou, my God, art near. And raise my head, and cheer my heart. 5 Oh, let thy hand support me still, Where toil and grief, and pain shall cease, HYMN 302. L. M. The Beatitudes. Matt. v. 2—12. BLESS'D are the humble souls, that see Their emptiness and poverty; 3 Bless'd are the meek, who stand afar And plead their cause against the great. 5 Bless'd are the men, whose bowels move, From Christ the Lord shall they obtain Like sympathy and love again. 6 Bless'd are the pure, whose hearts are clean From the defiling pow'r of sin; With endless pleasure they shall see, A God of spotless purity. 7 Bless'd are the men of peaceful life, Who quench the coals of growing strife; |