5 He wants no pomp nor royal crown
To raise his figure here:

Content, and pleas'd to live unknown
Till Christ, his life, appear..

6 He looks to heav'n's eternal hill,
To meet that glorious day,
When Christ his promise shall fulfil,
And call his soul away.

356. C. M. Dr. Watts.

The Character and Blessedness of Saints. Psalm cxix. 1, 2, 3.

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1 D LEST are the undefil'd in heart, Whose ways are right and clean: Who never from thy law depart,

But fly from ev'ry sin.

2 Blest are the men who keep thy word,
And practise thy commands:

With their whole heart they seek the Lord,
And serve thee with their hands.

3 Great is their peace who love thy law;
How firm their souls abide!

Nor can a bold temptation draw
Their steady feet aside.

Then shall my heart have inward joy
And keep my face from shame.
When all thy statutes I obey

And honour all thy name.

357. L. M. Dr. Watts. The Beatitudes. Matt. v. 3-12.

BLESS'D are the humble souls that see

Their emptiness and poverty:

Treasures of grace to them are giv'n, And crowns of joy laid up in heav'n.] 2 [Bless'd are the men of broken heart, Who mourn for sin with inward smart; The blood of Christ divinely flows, A healing balm for all their woes.] 3 [Bless'd are the meek, who stand afar From rage and passion, noise and war; God will secure their happy state, And plead their cause against the great.) 4 [Bless'd are the souls that thirst for grace, Hunger and long for righteousness; They shall be well supplied and fed With living streams and living bread.]

358. L. M. Dr. Watts.

The Beatitudes continued.

LESS'D are the men whose bowels move,

malt with sympathy and love;

From Christ the Lord shall they obtain
Like sympathy and love again.]

2[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.]

3[Bless'd are the men of peaceful life,
Who quench the coals of growing strife;
They shall be call'd the heirs of bliss,
The sons of God, the God of peace.]
4 [Bless'd are the suffrers who partake
Of pain and shame for Jesu's sake;
Their souls shall triumph in the Lord,
Glory and joy are their reward.]

359. C. M. Dr. Watts.

The Way and End of the Righteous and the Wicked. Psalm i.

1BLEST is the man who shuns the place

Where sinners love to meet; Who fears to tread their wicked ways, And hates the scoffer's seat >

2 But in the statutes of the Lord
Has plac'd his chief delight;

By day he reads or hears the word,
And meditates by night.

3 [He, like a plant of gen'rous kind,
By living waters set,

Safe from the storms and blasting wind,
Enjoys a peaceful state.]

4 Green as the leaf, and ever fair
Shall his profession shine,
While fruits of holiness appear
Like clusters on the vine.

5 Not so the impious and unjust;
What vain designs they form!

Their hopes are blown away like dust,
Or chaff before the storm.

6 Sinners in judgment shall not stand
Amongst the sons of grace,

When Christ the judge at his right-hand,
Appoints his saints a place.

7 His eye beholds the path they tread;
His heart approves it well;
But crooked ways of sinners lead
Down to the gates of hell.
360. S. M. Dr. Watts.

The Saint happy, and the Sinner miserable.

Psalm i.

HE man is ever blest,

1THE

Who shuns the sinner's ways,

Amongst their counsels never stands,
Nor takes the scorner's place.
2 But makes the law of God
His study and delight,
Amidst the labours of the day,
And watches of the night.
3 He like a tree shall thrive,
With waters near the root;
Fresh as the leaf his name shall live;
His works are heav'nly fruit.

4 Not so th' ungodly race,

They no such blessings find:
Their hopes shall flee, like empty chaff
Before the driving wind.

5 How will they bear to stand

Before that judgment-seat,

Where all the saints at Christ's right-hand
In full assembly meet?

6 He knows, and he approves

1

The way the righteous go:

But sinners and their works shall meet
A dreadful overthrow.

361. S. M. Dr. Watts.

The real Christian an Object of Divine
Favour. Psalm xxv. 10, 12, 14.
WHERE shall the man be found
That fears t' offend his God;
That loves the gospel's joyful sound,
And trembles at the rod?

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2 The Lord shall make him know
The secrets of his heart,

The wonders of his cov'nant show,
And all his love impart.

3 The dealings of his hand

Are truth and mercy still,

With such as to his cov'nant stand,
And love to do his will.

FAITH AND HOPE.

362. L. M.

(Humble Trust; or, Despair prevented. ID Jesus die, but not for me?

DIDA

Am I forbid to seek my God?
Is there not pardon rich and free,

Proclaim'd through Jesu's precious blood? 2 Who then shall drive my trembling soul, From thee, my God, to black despair? Who has survey'd the sacred roll,

And found my name not written there?
3 Presumptuous thought! to fix the bound,
To limit mercy's sovereign reign:
What other happy souls have found,
I'll seek, nor shall I seek in vain.
4 I own my guilt, my sins confess:
Can men or devils make them more:
Of crimes, already numberless,

Vain the attempt to swell the score.
Were the black list before my sight,
While I remember thou hast dy'd,
Twould only urge my speedier flight,
To seek salvation at thy side.

6 Lord, at thy feet I'll cast me down,
To thee reveal my guilt and fear;
And if thou spurn me from thy throne-
I'll be the first who perish'd there.

363. L. M. Steele.

Hope encouraged by a l'iew of the divine
Perjections. 1 Sam. xxx. vi.

WW sinka vey my heart the auxious sigh?
WHY sinks my weak desponding mind,

Can sov'reign goodness be unkind

Am I not safe if Goa is nigh?

2 He holds all nature in his hand,

That gracious hand on which I live,
Does life, and time, and death command,
And has immortal joys to give.

8 'Tis he supports this fainting frame,
On him alone my hopes recline;"
The wondrous glories of his name,

How wide they spread, how bright they shine!

4 Infinite wisdom! boundless pow'r! Unchanging faithfulness and love! Here let me trust, while I adore, Nor from my refuge e'er reinove. 364. C. M. Steele.

Filial Submission. Heb. xii. 7

1 AND can my heart aspire so high,

say, my Father God!

Lord at thy feet I fain would lie,
And learn to kiss the rod.
2 I would submit to all thy will,
For thou art good and wise;
Let ev'ry anxious thought be still,
Nor one faint mureur rise.

3 Thy love can cheer the darksome gloom,
And bid me wait serene;
Till hopes and joys inmortal bloom,
And brighten all the scene.

4 My Father, O permit my heart
To plead her humble claim,

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And ask the bliss those words impart
In my Redeemer's name.

365. C. M.
Humble Request.

FATHER, whate'er of earthly bliss

Thy sov'reign will denies,
Accepted at thy throne of grace,
Let my petition rise.

Give me a calm, a thankful heart,
Froin ev'ry murmur free:
The blessings of thy grace impart,
And make me live to thee.

3 Let the sweet hope that thou art mine,
My life and death attend;

Thy presence through my journey shine,
And crown my journey's end."

366. C. M. Dr. Watts.

Confession of Christ, and Confidence in him

2 Tim. i. 12.

1 I'M not asham'd to own my Lord,

Or to defend his cause,

Maintain the honour of his word,
The glory of his cross.

9 Jesus, iny Lord! I know his name,
His name is all my trust;