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388. L. M. Dr. Doddridge.

The Christian Farewell. 2 Cor. xiii. 11. 1THY presence, everlasting God, Wide o'er all nature spreads abroad; Thy watchful eyes, which cannot sleep, In every place thy children keep. 2 While near each other we remain, Thou dost our lives and souls sustain; When absent, happy if we share

Thy smiles, thy counsels, and thy care. 3 To thee we all our ways commit, And seek our comforts near thy seat; Still on our souls vouchsafe to shine, And guard, and guide us still as thine. 4 Give us in thy beloved house,

Again to pay our thankful vows;
Or, if that joy no more be known,
Give us to meet around thy throne.
389. C. M. Dr. Doddridge.
Love to our Enemies from the Example of
Christ. Luke xxiii. 34. Matt. v. 44.
1 Christ to his murd'rers bare!
LOUD we sing the wondrous grace

Which made the tort'ring cross its throne
And hung its trophies there.

2" Father, forgive!" his mercy cried,
With his expiring breath,

And drew eternal blessings down
On those who wrought his death.
3 Jesus, this wondrous love we sing,
And, whilst we sing, admire;
Breathe on our souls, and kindle there,
The same celestial fire!

4 Sway'd by thy dear example, we
For our worst foes will pray:
With love, their hatred, and their curse,
With blessings will repay.

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390. C. M. Dr. Watts.

The Same. Psalm cix. 1-5. 31.
NOD of my mercy and my praise,
Thy glory is my song;

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Though sinners speak against thy grace
With a blaspheming tongue.

8 When in the form of mortal man
Thy Son on earth was found,

With cruel slanders, false and vain,
They compass'd him around.
3 Their mis'ries his compassion move,
Their peace be still pursu'd;
They render hatred for his love,
And evil for his good.

4 Their malice rag'd without a cause!
Yet, with his dying breath,

He pray'd for murd'rers on the cross,
And blest his foes in death.

5 Lord, shall thy bright example shine
In vain before my eyes?

Give me a soul akin to thine,
To love my enemies.

6 The Lord shall on my side engage,
And in my Saviour's name
I shall defeat their pride and rage,
Who slander and condemn.

391. L. M. Mr. Brown.
Love to all Mankind.

GOD, my Saviour and my King,

10 of all Thave, or hope, the spring!

Send down thy spirit from above,
And warm my heart with holy love.
2 With pity let my breast o'erflow,
When I behold a wretch in woe,
And bear a sympathizing part
With all who are of heavy heart.
3 And when another's prosp'rous state
Shall joy within himself create,

Let me too in his triumph join,

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And count his peace and pleasure mine.
4 Yea, should my neighbour spiteful prove,
Still let me vanquish spite with love;
Slow to resent, though he would grieve,
But always ready to forgive.

5 Let love in all my conduct shine,
An image fair, though faint, of thine
Let me thine humble foll'wer prove,
Father of grace, and God of love!

392. L. M. Dr. Watts.

The universal Rule of Equity. Matt. vii. 12

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LESSED Redeemer, how divine,

Rule thine!

"Never to deal with others worse

"Than we would have them deal with us.” 2 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 equity and love!

All would be friends without a foe,
And form a paradise below.

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HOLY DESIRES.

393. C. M. Dr. Watts.

Breathing after Holiness. Psalm cxix. 5, &c. THAT the Lord would guide my ways, To keep his statutes still!

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O that my God would grant me grace
To know and do his will!

2 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 covetous 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.

1GREAT Teacher of the church, we own

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 the sweet lustre of thy race,
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 God. Psalm cxix. 25.

1 WITH 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 burdens 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.

LIFT my soul to God,

My trust is in his name;

Let not my foes that seek my blood
Still triumph in my shame.

2 Sin and the pow'rs of hell

Persuade me to despair;

Lord, make me know thy cov❜nant well,
That I may 'scape the snare.

3 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 youth.
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

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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 lxiii.

'MY God, permit my tongue

joy, to call thee mine;
And let my early cries prevail
To taste thy love divine.
2 My thirsty fainting soul

Thy mercy doth implore:
Not travellers in desert lauds
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 lift 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.

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

MAwake, my sluggish soul!
Nothing has half thy work to do,
Yet nothing's half so dull.

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