Throw up the reins to ev'ry lust,
And glory in their shame :

2. Ye saints, preserv'd in Christ and call'd,
Detest their impious ways,
And on the basis of your faith
An heav'nly temple raise.

3. Upon the Spirit's promis'd aid
Depend from day to day;

And, whilst he breathes his quickʼning grace, Adore, and praise, and pray.

4. Preserve unquench'd your love to God,
And let the flame arise,

And higher and still higher blaze,
'Till it ascends the skies.

5. With a transporting joy expect
The grace your Lord shall give,
When all his saints shall from his hands
Their crowns of life receive.

1.

BL

HYMN 284. c. M.

LEST are the undefil'd in heart,
Whose ways are right and clean ;
Who never from thy law depart,
But fly from ev'ry sin.

2. Blest are the men that keep thy word,
And practise thy commands;

With their whole heart they seek the Lord,
And serve thee with their hands.

3. Great is their peace, who love thy law;
How firm their souls abide!

Nor can a bold temptation draw
Their steady feet aside.

4. Then shall my heart have inward joy,
And keep my face from shame,
When all thy statutes I obey,

And honour all thy name.

HYMN 285. L. M.

1. BLESS'D are the humble souls, who see Their ignorance and poverty:

Treasures of grace to them are giv'n,
And crowns of joy laid up in heav'n.
2. Bless'd are the men of broken heart,
Who mourn for sin with inward smart ;
For them divine compassion flows,
A healing balm for all their woes.
3. Bless'd are the meek, who stand afar
From rage and passion, noise and war:
God will secure their peaceful state,
And plead their cause against the great.
4. Bless'd are the souls, who thirst for grace,
Hunger and long for righteousness:
They shall be well supplied and fed
With living streams and living bread.

5. Bless'd are the men, whose hearts still move
And melt with sympathy and love;
They shall themselves from God obtain
Like sympathy and love again.

6. Bless'd are the pure, whose hearts are clean From the defiling pow'r of sin :

With endless pleasure they shall see
A God of spotless purity.

7. Bless'd are the men of peaceful life,
Who quench the coals of growing strife:
They shall be call'd the heirs of bliss,
The sons of God, the God of peace.
8. Bless'd are the suff'rers who partake
Of pain and shame for Jesus' sake:
Their souls shall triumph in the Lord,
Glory and joy are their reward.

1. Do

HYMN 286 L. M.

OST thou my worthless name record,
Free of thy holy city, Lord?

Am I, a sinner, call'd to share

The precious privileges there?

2. Art thou my King, my Father styl❜d?

Am I thy servant and thy child?

Whilst wretched millions draw their breath

In lands of ignorance and death.

3. Shall I receive this grace in vain?
Shall I my great vocation stain ?
Away, ye works in darkness wrought!
A way each sensual, wanton thought!
4. My soul, I charge thee to excel
In thinking right and acting well.
Deep let thy searching pow'rs engage,
Unbiass'd in the sacred page.

5. Strong, and more strong, thy passions rule,
Advancing still in virtue's school;
Contending still, with noble strife,
To imitate thy Saviour's life.

HYMN 287. L. M.

1. AH wretched souls, who strive in vain,

Slaves to the world, and slaves to sin!

A nobler toil may I sustain,

A nobler satisfaction win.

2. I would resolve with all my heart,

With all my pow'rs to serve the Lord; Nor from his precepts e'er depart, Whose service is a rich reward.

3. O be his service all my joy!

Around let my example shine; "Till others love the blest employ, And join in labours so divine. 4. Be this the purpose of my soul, My solemn, my determin'd choice, To yield to his supreme control. And in his kind commands rejoice.

5. O may I never faint nor tire,

Nor wander from thy sacred ways. Great God! accept my soul's desire, And give me strength to live thy praise.

HYMN 288. L. M.

1. AWAKE, our souls! away our fears! 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,

Who strength imparts to ev'ry saint: 3. The mighty God, whose matchless pow'r Is ever new and ever young, And firm endures, while endless years Their everlasting circles run.

4. Swift as an eagle cuts the air,

We'll mount aloft to thine abode ; On wings of love our souls shall fly, Nor tire amidst the heav'nly road.

1. A

HYMN 289. c. M.

WAKE my soul! stretch ev'ry nerve,
And press with vigour on:

A heav'nly race demands thy zeal,

And an immortal crown.

2. A cloud of witnesses around
Hold thee in full survey:
Forget the steps already trod,
And onward urge thy way.

3. 'Tis God's all-animating voice,
That calls thee from on high;
'Tis his own hand presents the prize
To thine aspiring eye:

4. That prize, with peerless glories bright,
Which shall new lustre boast,

When victor's crowns and monarch's gems
Shall blend in common dust.

1. OUR

HYMN 290. c. M.

UR country is Immanuel's ground;
We seek that promis'd soil:

The songs of Zion cheer our hearts,
While strangers here we toil.

2. Oft do our eyes with joy o'erflow,
And oft are bath'd in tears:

Yet nought but heav'n our hopes can raise
And nought but sin, our fears.

3. The flow'rs, that spring along the road,
We scarcely stoop to pluck;
We walk o'er beds of shining ore,
Nor waste one anxious look.

4. We tread the path our Master trod;
We bear the cross he bore;

And ev'ry thorn that wounds our feet,
His temples pierc'd before.

5. Our pow'rs are oft dissolv'd away
In ecstacies of love;

And, while our bodies wander here,
Our souls are fix'd above.

6. We purge our mortal dross away,
Refining as we run;

But, while we die to earth and sense,
Our heav'n is here begun.

HYMN 291. L. M.

1. LET sorrow, Lord, my bosom fill,

When impious men transgress thy will; Teach me to mourn, when lips profane Take thy tremendous name in vain.

2. With indignation may I treat

The works of malice and deceit ; And ever from their friendship flee, Who dare to scorn thy laws and thee. 3. Doth secret mischief lurk within? Do I indulge some unknown sin? → turn my feet whene'er I stray, And lead me in thy perfect way.

1. YE

HYMN 292 s. M.

E servants of the Lord,
Each in his office wait,

Observant of his heav'nly word,
And watchful at his gate.

2. Let all your lamps be bright,
And trim the golden flame,
Gird up your loins, as in his sight,
For awful is his name.

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