2 The little ants for que poor grain Yet we, who have a heav'n t' ́obtain, 3 We, for whose sake all nature stands, We, for whose guard the angel bands 4 We, for whom God the Son came down, And labour'd for our good, How careless to secure that crown 5 Lord, shall we lie so sluggish still, Come, holy dove, from th' heav'nly hill, 6 Then shall our active spirits move, With hands of faith, and wings of love, 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; 3 Should bonds, or death, obstruct our way, 4 Welcome those bonds which may unite 1 400. C. M. Dr. Watts. 'DAnd think his gospel true? OI believe what Jesus saith, Lord, make me bold to own my faith, 2 Suppress my shame, subdue my fear; 3 If men shall see my virtue shine, 4 Thus when the saints in glory meet, 401. C. M. Dr. Watts. Prudence and Zeal. Psalm xxxix. 1, 2, 3. 1THUS I resolv'd before the Lord: TH "Now will I watch my tongue, "Lest I let slip one sinful word, 3 I'll scarce allow my lips to speak Lest scoffers should th' occasion take 4 Yet, if some proper hour appear, But let the scoffing sinners hear Resolving to serve the Lord. 1THY service, Lord, is my delight; I would be spent and spend for thee: 2 The light which thon to me hast giv'n, And show the pow'r of love divine. 3 My life, my strength, my heart, my tongue 403. S. M. Dr. Doddridge. The active Christian. Luke xii. 35-38. servants of the Lord, 1 YEach in his office wait, Observant of his heav'nly word, 3 Watch, 'tis your Lord's command: 4 O happy servant he In such a posture found! He shall his Lord with rapture see, 5 Christ shall the banquet spread 1 And raise that faithful servant's head, 404. L. M. Dr. Watts. The Christian Race. Isa. xl. 28-31. WAKE our souls (away our fears, 1AW Let ev'ry trembling thought be gone), Awake, and run the heav'nly race, And put a cheerful courage on. 2 True, 'tis a strait and thorny road, And mortal spirits tire and faint; But they forget the mighty God, That feeds the strength of ev'ry saint. 3 The mighty God, whose matchless pow'r 1s ever new and ever young, And firm endures, while endless years 4 From thee, the overflowing spring, Our souls shall drink a fresh supply, While such as trust their native strength, Shall melt away, and droop, and die. 5 Swift as an eagle cuts the air, We'll mount aloft to thine abode; 405. C. M. Dr. Doddridge. 1AWAKE, my soul, stretch ev'ry nerve, And press with vigour on: A heav'nly race demands thy zeal, 3 A cloud of witnesses around 4 Bless'd Saviour, introduc'd by thee, And, crown'd with vict'ry, at thy feet 406. P. M. Mr. Oliver. The Christian's Pilgrimage and Prospect. 1 2 3 THOUGH nature's strength decay, To Canaan's bounds I urge my way The wat'ry deep I pass, With Jesus in my view, And through the howling wilderness My way pursue. The goodly land I see, With peace and plenty blest; The land of sacred liberty, And endless rest. There milk and honey flow, The trees of life for ever grow With mercy crown'd. There dwells the Lord, our King, On Sion's sacred height His Kingdom still maintains, And glorious with his saints in light For ever reigns. 407. C. M. Mr. Beddome. Holy Zeal and Diligence. 1 Earth's vanities pursue, WHILE carnal men, with all their might, How slow th' advances which I make, 3 To gain the top of Zion's hill, .1 408. L. M. Dr. Stennett. 1 MY captain the powers of hell are near! sounds the alarm of war, To arms! to arms! I hear him cry, 'Tis your's to conquer or to die. 2 Rous'd by the animating sound, I cast my eager eyes around; Make haste to gird my armour on, And bid each trembling fear begone. 3 Hope is my helmet, faith my shield, Thy word, my God, the sword I wield: With sacred truth my loins are girt, And holy zeal inspires my heart. 4 Thus arm'd, I venture on the fight, Resolv'd to put my foes to flight: While Jesus kindly deigns to spread His conqu'ring banner o'er my head. 5 In him I hope, in him I trust; His bleeding cross is all my boast; Through troops of foes he'll lead me on To vict'ry, and a victor's crown. 409. L. M. Dr. Watts. The Christian Warfare. 1 STAND up, my soul, shake off thy fears, And gird the gospel-armour on |