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« Never to deal with others worse

« Than we would have them deal with us." 9 This golden lesson, short and plain, Gives not the mind or mem'ry pain : And ev'ry conscience must approve

This universal rule of love.
3 Tis written in each mortal breast,

Where all our tenderest wishes rest:
We draw it from our inmost veins,

Where love to self resides and reigns.
4 Is reason ever at a loss?
Call in self-love to judge the cause :
Let our own fondest passions show
How we should treat our neighbour too.
5 How blest would every nation prove,

Thus rul'd by egnity and love!
All would be friends without a foe,
Aud form a paradise below.


393. C. M. Dr. Watts. Breathing after Holiness. Psalm cxix. 5, &cm 10 THAT the Lord would guide my ways,

To keep his statutes still!
O that my God wonld grant me grace

To know and do his will !
& Lord, send thy spirit down to write

Thy law upon my heart;
Nor let my tongue indulge deceit,

Nor act the liar's part.
3 From vanity turn off my eyes,

Let no corrupt design
Nor covetons desires arise

Within this soul of mine.
4 Order my footsteps by thy word,

And make my heart sincere,
Let sin have no dominion, Lord,

But keep my conscience clear.
5 Make me to walk in thy commands,

Tis a delightful road;
Nor let my head, or heart, or hands,

Offend against my God,

394. L M. Dr. Doddridge.

Desire after Holiness. 10 REAT Teacher of thy church, we own

G Thy precepts all divinely wise!
O may thy mighty pow'r be shown,

To fix them still before our eyes,
2 Deep on our hearts thy law engrave,

And fill our souls with heav'nly zeal;
That while we trust thy pow'r to save,

We may thy sacred law fulfil.
3 Adorn'd with ev'ry heav'nly grace,

May our examples brightly shine;
And ihe sweet lustre of thy face,

Reflected, beam from each of thine. 4 These lineaments, divinely fair,

Our heav'nly Father shall proclaim; And men that view his image there, Shall join to glorify his name.

395. C. M. Dr. Doddridge. Desire of being quickened by the Word of Godha

Psalm cxix. 25.
1 W ITH pity, Lord, thy servant view,

As in the dust I lie,
Nor while I raise my plaintive voice,

Disdain the broken cry.
2 Fain would I mount on eagles' wings,

And view thy lovely face;
But cumb'rous burdeus drag me down

From thine ador'd embrace. 3 Thy quick’ning energy diffuse

O'er all my inmost frame;
And animate my languid pow'rs
To celebrate thy name.

396. S. M. Dr. Watts.
Waiting for Pardon and Direction.

Psalm xxv. 1-11.
IT LIFT my soul to God,

1 My trust is in his riame;
Let not my foes that seek my blood

Still triumph in my shame. . Sin and the pow'rs of hell

Persuade me to despair;
Lord, make me know thy cov'nant well,

That I may 'scape the inare.

S From the first dawning light,

Till the dark evening rise, For thy salvation, Lord, I wait

With ever-longing eyes. 4 Remember all thy grace,

And lead me in thy truth; · Forgive the sins of riper days,

And follies of my yonth. 5 The Lord is just and kind;

The meek shall learn his ways, And every humble sinner find

The methods of his grace. 6 For his own goodness sake

He saves my soul from shame
He pardons (though my guilt be great)
Through my Redeemer's name.

397. S. M. Dr. Watts.

Seeking God. Psalm Ixiii. 1MY God, permit my tongue

V This joy, to call thee mine ; And let my early cries prevail

To taste thy love divine. & My thirsty fainting, soul

Thy mercy doth implore: Not travellers in desert lands

Can pant for water more. 3 For life without thy love

No relish can afford;
No joy can be compared with this,

To serve and please the Lord. 4 To thee I'll litt my hands,

And praise thee while I live;
Not all the dainties of a feast

Such food or pleasure give. 5 The shadow of thy wings

My soul in safety keeps ;
I follow where my Father leads,
And he supports my steps.

398. C. M. Dr. Watts. Complaining of Spiritual Sloth. 1MY drowsy pow'rs, why sleep ye so?

V Awake, my sluggish soul!
Nothing has half thy work to do,

Yet nothing's half su dull

2 The little ants for que poor grain

Yet we, who have a heav'u t obtain,

How negligent we live!
3 We, for whose sake all nature stands,

And stars their courses move;
We, for whose guard the angel bands

Come flying from above. 4 We, for whom God the Son came down,

And labour'd for our good,
How careless to secure that crown

He purchas'd with his blood !
5 Lord, shall we lie so sluggish still,

And never act our parts ?
Come, holy dove, from th' heav'nly hill,

And sit and warm anr hearts.
6 Then shall our active spirits move,

Upward our souls shall rise :
With hands of faith, and wings of love,

We'll fly and take the prize.



399. L. M. Dr. Doddridge. . Fortitude and Resignation. Acts XX. 24. 1 ASSIST us, Lord, thy name to praise,

For this rich gospel of thy grace;
And, that our hearts may love it more,

Teach them to feel its vital pow'r.
2 With joy may we our course pursue,
And keep the crown of life in view;
That crown, which in one hour repays

The labour of ten thonsand days.
3 Should bonds, or death, obstruct our way,
Unmoy'd, their terrors we'll survey;
And the last hour improve for thee, .

The last of life, or liberty.
4 Welcome those bonds which may nnite

Our souls to their supreme delight!
Welcome the death, whose painful strife
Bears us to Christ, our better life!

400. C. M. Dr. Watts.

Courage and Honour. IDO I believe what Jesus saith,

And think his gospel true!

And practise virtue too.
2 Suppress my shame, subdue my fear;

Arm me with heav'nly zeal!
That I may make thy power appear,

And works of praise fulfil,
3 If men shall see my virtue shine,

And spread my name abroad,
Thine is the pow'r, the praise is thine,

My Saviour, and my God.
4 Thus when the saints in glory meet,

Their lips proclaim thy grace;
They cast their hononrs at thy feet,
And own their borrow'd rays.

401. C. M. Dr. Watts. Prudence and Zeal. Psalm xxxix. 1, 2, Se ITHUS I resolv'd before the Lord :

“ Now will I watch my tongue, “ Lest I let slip one sinful word,

Or do my neighbour wrong."
& And if I'm e'er constrain'd to stay

With men of lives profane,
I'll set a double guard that day,

Nor let my talk be vain.
3 I'U scarce allow my lips to speak

The pious thoughts I feel,
Lest scoffers should th' occasion take

To mock my holy zeal.
4 Yet, if some proper hour appear,

I'il not be overaw'd,
But let the scoffing sinners hear
That I can speak for God.

402. L. M.
Resolving to serve the Lord.
1THY service, Lord, is my delight;

I would be spent and spend for thee: Thou art my wisdom and my might;

O glorify thy name in me. 2 The light which thon to me hast giv'n,

Shall, by thy grace, break forth and shin I'll point to men the road to Heav'n,

And show the pow'r of love divine.

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