1 2 3 HYMN 187. L. M. The Christian's pattern. MY great Redeemer, and my Lord, Such was thy truth, and such thy zeal, HYMN 188. L. M. Holiness the design of the Gospel. 1 SO let our lips and lives express The holy gospel we profess; So let our works and virtues shine, 4 The Gospel bears our spirits up, HYMN 189. C. M. "Be thou in the fear of the Lord all the day long." 1 THRICE happy souls, who, born from heaven, While yet they sojourn here, Humbly begin their days with God, And spend them in his fear. 2 Midst hourly cares may love present And while the world our hands employs, 3 As sanctified to noblest ends, 4 When to laborious duties call'd, 5 As different scenes of life arise, 6 In solid, pure delights, like these, Nor shall we then impatient wish, 1 2 3 5 HYMN 190. L. M. The beatitudes. BLEST are the humble souls that see Treasures of grace to them are given, grace, With endless pleasure they shall see Blest are the sufferers who partake Of pain and shame for Jesus' sake; HYMN 191. L. M. "Let your conversation be as it becometh the gospel of Christ." 1 AND is the gospel peace and love? 2 Such let our conversation be; The serpent blended with the dove, Wisdom and meek simplicity. Whene'er the angry passions rise, And tempt our thoughts and tongues to strife, Bright pattern of the christian life. 3 O how benevolent and kind! 4 But ah! how blind, how weak we are! How frail! how apt to turn aside! 1 2 3 4 5 The grace of Christian love. HOW sweet, how heavenly is the sight, In one another's peace delight, And so fulfil his word! When each can feel his brother's sigh, And with him bear a part; When sorrow flows from eye to eye, And joy from heart to heart. When free from envy, scorn, and pride, Our wishes all above, Each can his brother's failings hide, When love, in one delightful stream, When union sweet, and kind esteem Love is the golden chain that binds And he's an heir of heaven that finds 1 2 3 1 2 3 HYMN 193. 7s. Prayer for humility. LORD, if thou thy grace impart, Simple, teachable, and mild, Pleas'd with all the Lord provides, Father, fix my soul on thee; Nothing want, beneath, above, Trust him, praise him evermore. HYMN 194. c. M. Christian fortitude. ARE we the soldiers of the cross, Now we must fight, if we would reign; We'll bear the toil, endure the pain, Thy saints in all this glorious war Shall conquer, though they're slain; They see the triumph from afar, |