'They know the God of truth can see Through ev'ry false disguise.

4 They hate th' appearance of a lie,
In all the shapes it wears:

Firm to the truth: and when they die,
Eternal life is theirs.

5 Lo from afar the Lord descends,
And brings the judgment down:
He bids his saints, his faithful friends,
Rise and possess their crown.

6 While Satan trembles at the sight,
And devils wish to die,

Where will the faithless hypocrite
And guilty liar fly?

346. L. M. Dr. Watts.
Gravity and Decency.

1ARE we not sons and heirs of God?

Are we not bought with Jesu's blood?
Do we not hope for heavenly joys!
And shall we stoop to trifling toys?
2 Can laughter feed th' immortal mind?
Were spirits of celestial kind

Made for a jest, for sport and play,
To wear out time, and waste the day?
3 Doth vain discourse, or empty mirth,
Well suit the honours of our birth?
Shall we be ford of gay attire,

Which children love, and fools admire?
4 What if we wear the richest vest?
Peacocks and flies are better drest;
This flesh, with all its gaudy forms,
Must drop to dust, and feed the worms.
5 Lord, raise our hearts and passions higher,
Touch our vain sonts with sacred fire!
Then with an elevated eye,

We'll pass these glittering trifles by. 6 We'll look on all the toys below With such disdain as angels do; And wait the call that bids us rise To mansions promis'd in the skies. 347. L. M. Dr. Watts. Motives to Fidelity.

'HAT

ATH God been faithful to his word,
And sent to men the promis'd grace!

Shall I not imitate the Lord,

And practise what my lips profess?
2 Hath Christ fulfill'd his kind design?
The dreadful work he undertook?
And dy'd to make salvation mine?
And well perform'd the word he spoke
Doth not his faithfulness afford

A noble theme to raise my song?
And shall I dare deny my Lord?
Or ntter falsehood with my tongue?
4 My King, my Saviour, and my God,
The fulness of thy grace I view;
Wash my offences in thy blood,
And make my soul sincere and true.

348. L. M. Mr. Scott.

Humility.

AS pride, alas, e'er made for man? Blind, erring, guilty creature he; His birth so mean, his life a span,

His wisdom less than vanity.

2 Though wealth and pow'r, with dazzling rays
And pageant state this nothing dress
On the fair idol shall we gaze,
And envy that as happiness?

3 Jesus, by thy instructions taught,
Our foolish passions are repress'd;
We blush at our misguided thought,
And see and call the humble bless'd.
4 To know ourselves, to learn of thee,
And bend our necks beneath thy throne;
Thus dictates wise humility,

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This makes the wealth of heav'n our own.

HA

349. C. M. Mr. Needham. Fear of God. Prov. xiv. 26.

APPY beyond description he Who fears the Lord his God; Who hears his threats with holy awe, And trembles at his rod.

2 Fear, sacred passion, ever dwells
With its fair partner, love:

Blending their beauties, both proclaim
Their source is from above.

3 Let terrors fright th' unwilling slave
The child with joy appears;

Cheerful he does his Father's will,
And loves as much as fears.

4 Let but thy fear, most holy God!
Possess this soul of mine,
Then shall I worship thee aright,
And taste the joys divine.

350. L. M. Dr. Watts.
Things of good Report.

1 TS it a thing of good report,

To squander life and time away? To cut the hours of duty short,

While toys and follies waste the day? 2 To ask and prattle all affairs,

And mind all business but our own?
To live at random, void of cares,

While all things to confusion run?
3 Doth this become the christian name
To venture near the tempter's door,
To sort with men of evil fame,

And yet presume to stand secure?
1 Am I my own sufficient guard,
While I expose my soul to shame?
Can the short joys of sin reward
The lasting blemish of my name?
50 may it be my lasting choice

To walk with men of grace below,
Till I arrive where heav'nly joys,
And never-fading honours grow!

351. L. M. Dr. Watts.
Temperance.

Is to make his soul a slave to food?
S it a man's divinest good
Vile as the beast whose spirit dies,
And has no hope above the skies?
2 Can meats or choicest wines procure
Delights that ever shall endure?

Was I not born above the swine? And shall I make their pleasures mine? 3 Am I not made for nobler things? Made to ascend on angel's wings? Shall my best pow'rs be thus debas'd, And grieve my God to please my taste? 4 Was life design'd alone to eat?

What is the mouth, or what the meat?

Both from the dust derive their birth, And both shall mix with common earth. 5 Lord, elevate niy sensual mind, And let my joys be more refin'd: Raise me to dwell among the blest, There to enjoy eternal rest!

352. L. M. Beddome.

Contentment. Prov. xxx. 7-9.

1F Enriching all, of all possess'd

OUNTAIN of blessing ever bless'd,

By whom the whole creation's fed, Give me, each day, my daily bread. 2 To Thee my very life I owe,

From Thee do all my comforts flow; And every blessing which I need Must from thy bounteous hand proceed. 3 Great things are not what I desire, Nor dainty meat, nor rich attire; Content with little would I be,

That little, Lord, must come from Thee. 4 While wicked men with all their store Are ever grasping after more,

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With Agur's wish I'm satisfied,
Nor grudge them all the world beside.

353. C. M. Dr. Watts.

Chastity. 2 Peter ii. 6-9. Jude 7.
THE Lord how great his majesty!
How pure are all his ways!

Sinners unclean offend his eye,
Nor stand before his face.

2 Thou hast ordain'd immortal woes,
And everlasting fire,

To be the just reward of those
Who follow loose desire.

3 I hear, I read the dreadful doom
Of Sodom in thy word,

And dares a feeble worm presume
Thus to provoke the Lord?

4 Dear Saviour, guard me by thy grace,
From thoughts and words unclean
Nor let temptation gain success,
Or draw my soul to sin!

354. C. M. Dr. Watts.
A lovely Carriage.

'TIS a lovely thing to see
A man of prudent heart;

Whose thoughts, and lips, and life agree
To act an useful part.

2 When envy, strife, and wars begin
In little angry souls,

Mark how the sons of peace come in,
And quench the kindling coals.

3 Their minds are humble, mild, and meek, Nor let their fury rise:

Nor passion moves their lips to speak,
Nor pride exalts their eyes.

4 Their frame is prudence, mix'd with love, Good works fulfil their day:

They join the serpent with the dove,
But cast the sting away.

5 Such was the Saviour of mankind,
Such pleasures he pursu'd:

His flesh and blood were all refin'd,
His soul divinely good.

6 Lord, can these plants of virtue grow
In such a sonl as nine?

Thy grace can form my spirit so,
And make my heart like thine.

355. C. M. Dr. Watts.

The hidden Life of a Christian. Col. ill. 4.

10 HAPPY soul that lives on high,
While men lie grov'ling here!

His hopes are fix'd above the sky,
And faith forbids his fear.

2 His conscience knows no secret stings,
While grace and joy combine

To form a life whose holy springs
Are hidden and divine.

3 He waits in secret on his God;
Hjs God in secret sees;
Let earth be all in arms abroad,
He dwells in heav'nly peace.

4 His pleasures rise from things unseen
Beyond this world and time;

Where neither eyes nor ears have been,
Nor thoughts of mortals climb