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439. C. M. Dr. Watts. Dwelling with God. Psalm xxiv. 1 THE earth for ever is the Lord's, 1TWith Adam's nam'rous race;

He rais'd its arches o'er the floods'
And built it on the seas.

2 But who among the sons of men
May visit thine abode?

He that has hands from mischief clean,
Whose heart is right with God.

3 This is the man may rise and take
The blessings of his grace:

This is the lot of those that seek
The God of Jacob's face.

4 Now let our soul's immortal pow'rs,
To meet the Lord prepare:
Lift up their everlasting doors,
The King of Glory's near.

5 The King of Glory! who can tell
The wonders of his might?
He rules the nations, hut to dwell
With saints is his delight.

440. L. M. Dr. Stennett.

Our Bodies the Temples of the Holy Ghost. 1 Cor. vi. 19. 1 John v. 21.

1

ND will th' offended God again

A Return and dwell with sinful men?

Will he, within this bosom, raise
A living temple to his praise?

2 The joyful news transports my breast,
All hail, I cry, thou heav'nly guest!
Lift up your heads, ye pow'rs within,
And let the King of Glory in.
3 Enter, with all thy heav'nly train,
Here live, and here for ever reign!
Thy sceptre o'er my passions sway,
Let love command, and I'll obey.
4 Reason and conscience shall submit,
And pay their homage at thy feet;
To thee I'll consecrate my heart,
And bid each rival bence depart.
5 No idol-god shall hold a place
Within this temple of thy grace;
Dagon before the ark shall fall,
And vengeance seize the priests of Baal.

441. S. M.

The Privileges and Hopes of the Saints 1 John iii. 1, 2, 3.

1 LJOW wondrous is the love,

H That makes us heirs of heav'n!

The love that has renew'd our hearts,
And all our guilt forgiv'n.

? The saints are here unknown,
Are princes in disguise;

Nor shall their glories be reveal'd,
"Till Christ shall leave the skies.
3 Then shall they see his face,
And in his blissful sight;
Shall with his image be adorn'd,
And shine divinely bright.
4 Transported with this hope,

And with these blessings crown'd;
Holy and heav'nly be our lives,
Such as our Lord's was found.
5 That hope shall not be vain
Which operates by love;
While hourly fruits of righteousness
Its heav'nly virtue prove.

442. C. M. Dr. Watts.

Hope of Heaven by the Resurrection of Christ. 1 Pet. i. 3-5.

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LEST be the everlasting God,
The Father of our Lord;

Be his abounding mercy prais'd,
His majesty ador'd!

2 When from the dead he rais'd his Son,
And call'd him to the sky,

He gave our souls a lively hope
That they should never die.

3 What though our inbred sins require
Our flesh to see the dust;

Yet as the Lord our Saviour rose,
So all his followers must.

4 There's an inheritance divine
Reserv'd against that day;
'Tis uncorrupted, undefil'd,
And cannot fade away.

5 Saints by the pow'r of God are kept
Till the salvation come:

We walk by faith, as strangers here,
Till Christ shall call us home.

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443. C. M. Dr. Watts.

God our Portion here and hereafter.
Psalm lxxiii. 25-28.

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OD, my supporter and my hope,
My help for ever near!

Thine arm of mercy held me up,
When sinking in despair.

2 Thy counsels, Lord, shall guide my feet
Through this dark wilderness;

Thy hand conduct me near thy seat,
To dwell before thy face.

3 Were I in heav'n without my God,
'Twould be no joy to me:

And whilst this earth is my abode,
I long for none but thee.

4 What if the springs of life were broke,
And flesh and heart should faint;
God is my soul's eternal rock,
The strength of every saint."
5 Behold the sinners that remove
Far from thy presence die;
Not all the idol-gods they love,
Can save them when they cry.
6 But to draw near to thee, my God!
Shall be my sweet employ:

My tongue shall sound thy works abroad,
And tell the world my joy.

444. L. M. Dr. Watts.

The Christian's Treasure. 1 Cor. iii. 21, 22. WOW vast the treasure we possess!

1H How rich thy bounty, King of Grace!

This world is ours, and worlds to come, Earth is our lodge, and heav'n our home. 2 Paul is our teacher; while he speaks The shadows flee, the morning breaks: His words, like beams of knowledge shine, And fill our souls with light divine. 3 Cephas is ours, he makes us feel The kindlings of celestial zeal: While sweet Apollos' charming voice Gives us a taste for heav'nly joys. 4 The springing corn, the stately wood, Grow to provide us house and food; Fire, earth, air, water, join their force, AH nature serves us in her course.

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5 The sun rolls round to make our day,
The moon directs our nightly way,
While angels bear us in their arms,
And shield us from ten thousand harms.
6 O glorious portion of the saints!
Let faith suppress our sore complaints;
And tune our hearts and tongues to sing
Our bounteous God, our sov'reign king.
445. L. M.

Steele.

Happy Poverty, or the Poor in Spirit blessed. Matt. v. 3.

1

Yet faith survey your future store;
E humble souls, complain no more,

How happy, how divinely blest,

The sacred words of truth attest
2 When conscious grief laments sincere,
And pours the penitential tear,
Hope points to your dejected eyes,
The bright reversion in the skies.
3 In vain the sons of wealth and pride
Despise your lot, your hopes deride:
In vain they boast their little stores,
Trifles are theirs, a kingdom yours.
4 A kingdom of immense delight,
Where health, and peace, and joy unite;
Where undeclining pleasures rise,
And ev'ry wish hath full supplies.
5 A kingdom which can ne'er decay,
While time sweeps earthly thrones away;
The state which pow'r and truth sustain,
Unmov'd for ever must remain.

6 There shall your eyes with rapture view
The glorious friend that died for you;
That died to ransom, died to raise

To crowns of joy, and songs of praise.

446. P. M.

The Christian's Portion, 1 Cor. iii. 21, 22, 23.

'H Wendless joys, what worlds of bliss, JOW great the christian's portion is!

The Lord for them prepares!

Their boundless treasures who can know?
For all above, and all below

And God and Christ are theirs.

2 There's nothing round the heav'nly throne,
But what the saints may call their own,
And at their pleasure use;
The angels who excel in praise,
Attend and guard them in their ways,
Lest they their feet should bruise.
3 The hand of God supplies their wants,
And supersedes their deep complaints,
With mercies still renew'd;

Though they are hurry'd up and down,
And through a sea of troubles run,
Yet all things work for good.
Jesus, and all in him is theirs:
They are adopted sons and heirs

Of God, through grace divine:
Jesus has wash'd them in his blood,
And with his grace their souls endow'd:
They in his image shine.

5 Why talk we now of earthly things,
The wealth of empires, crowns of kings,
Or aught below the skies?

Can crowns or sceptres be compar'd
With that exceeding great reward
On which we fix our eyes?

6 God is our own, the God of love,
And endless stores in heav'n above;
What can we covet more?
Possess'd of this, what can we want?
Away all carnal discontent!

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We have an endless store.

447. L. M. Dr. Watts.

All Things work together for Good to the
Saints. Rom. viii. 28.

'M'If thou art found a child of grace;
Y soul, survey thy happiness,
How richly is the gospel stor'd!

What joy the promises afford!

"All things are ours;" the gift of God;
Secur❜d by our Redeemer's blood;
While the good Spirit shows us how
To use, and to enjoy them too.

3 If peace and plenty crown my days,
They call me, Lord, to speak thy praise
If bread of sorrows be my food,
Then sorrows work my real good.

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