HYMN 99. L. M.
Christ our Example. John xiii. 15.
HEVE'ER the angry passions rise,
And tempt our thoughts or tongues to strife, To Jesus let us lift our eyes,
Bright pattern of the Christian life!
2 See 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.
3 To do his heav'nly Father's will,
Was his employment and delight;
Humility and holy zeal
Shone through his life divinely bright.
4 Dispensing good where'er he came,
The labors of his life were love:
If we regard the Saviour's name,
Let his divine example move.
5 But ah, how blind! how weak we are!
How frail! how apt to turn aside !
Lord, we depend upon thy care,
And ask thy Spirit for our guide.
6 Thy fair example may we trace,
To teach us what we ought to be;
Make us by thy transforming grace,
Dear Saviour, daily more like thee.
Christ the Pearl of Great Price. Matt. xiii. 46.
YE glittring toys of earth, adieu,
A nobler choice be mine ;
A real prize attracts my view,
A treasure all divine.
2 Begone, unworthy of my cares,
Ye specious bates of sense,
Inestimable worth appears,
The pearl of price immense !
3 Jesus, to multitudes unknown,
O name divinely sweet!
Jesus, in thee, in thee alone,
Wealth honor, pleasure meet!
4 Should both the Indies, at my call, Their boasted stores resign
With joy I would renounce them all,
For leave to call thee mine.
5 Should earth's vain treasures all depart,
Of this dear gift possess'd,
I'd clasp it to my joyful heart,
And think myself most bless'd.
6 Dear sov'reign of my soul's desires,
Thy love is bliss divine;
Accept the wish that love inspires,
And bid me call thee mine.
Christ the Physician of Souls. Jer. vii. 22.
DEEP in late?
EEP are the wounds which sin hath made;
In vain, alas, is nature's aid,
The work exceeds all nature's pow'r.
2 Sin, like a raging fever, reigns
With fatal strength, in every part;
The dire contagion fills the veins,
And spreads its poison to the heart.
3 And can no sov'reign balm be found?
And is no kind Physician nigh,
To ease the pain and heal the wound,
Ere life and hope for ever fly?
4 There is a great Physician near,
Look up, O fainting soul, and live;
See, in his heav'nly smiles appear,
Such ease as nature cannot give!
5 See, in the Saviour's dying blood,
Life, health, and bliss abundant flow!
'Tis only this dear sacred flood,
Can cleanse the heart, and heal its woe,
6 Sin throws in vain its pointed dart,
For here a sov'reign cure is found;
A cordial for a fainting heart,
A balm for every painful wound.
Christ the Christian's Sufficiency. OW in a song of grateful praise, To my dear Lord my voice I'll raise ; With all the saints I'll join to tell, That Jesus hath done all things well. 2 I spurn'd his grace, I broke his laws, And then he undertook my cause; To save me when I did rebel,
My Jesus hath done all things well.
3 And since my soul hath known his love,
What blessings hath he made me prove;
Mercy, which doth all praise excel;
For Jesus hath done all things well.
4 Whene'er my Saviour and my God,
Hath on me laid his gentle rod;
I know in all which hath befel,
That Jesus hath done all things well.
5 Sometimes the Lord his face doth hide,
To make me pray and kill my pride;
Yet on my heart it still doth dwell,
That Jesus hath done all things well.
6 Soon I shall pass this vale of death,
And in his arms shall lose my breath;
And then my happy soul shall tell,
How Jesus hath done all things well.
The Effects of the Fall lamented.
EE human nature sunk in shame :
See scandals pour'd on Jesu's name;
The Father wounded through the Son;
The world abus'd, the soul undone.
2 See the short course of vain delight,
Closing in everlasting night;
In flames that no abatement know,
Kindled by sin the source of woe.
3 My God, I feel the mournful scene ;
My bowels yearn o'er dying men;
And fain my pity would reclaim,
And snatch the fire-brands from the flame.
4 But feeble my compassion proves,
And can but weep where most it loves :
Thine own all-saving arm employ,
And turn these drops of grief to joy.
Seeking to God for the communication of his Spirit. Ezek. xxxvi. 37.
HEAR thy various blessings down,
EAR, gracious Sov'reign, from thy throne,
While by thine Israel thou art sought,
Oh, hear the pray'r thy word hath taught.
2 Come, sacred Spirit, from above,
And fill the coldest heart with love;
Soften to flesh the rugged stone,
And let thy godlike pow'r be known.
3 Speak thou, and from the haughtiest eyes,
Shall floods of pious sorrow rise;
While all their glowing souls are borne,
To seek that grace which now they scorn.
4 Oh, let a holy flock await,
Num'rous around thy temple gate,
Each pressing on with zeal to be,
A living sacrifice to thee.
5 In answer to our fervent cries,
Give us to see thy church arise;
Or, if that blessing seem too great,
Give us to mourn its low estate.
HYMN 105. L. M.
The leadings of the Spirit. Rom. viii. 14.
OME, gracious Spirit, heavenly dove,
Be thou our guardian, thou our guide,
O'er ev'ry thought and step preside.
2 Conduct us safe, conduct us far
From ev'ry sin and hurtful snare;
Lead to thy word that rules must give,
And teach us lessons how to live.
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