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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 victors' wreaths and monarchs'
gems Shall blend in common dust. 5 Blest Saviour, introduc'd by thee,
Have I my race begun;
250. L.M.—Zeal for Christ; or Peter and John following their Muster.
John xxi. 18-20. 1 BLEST men, who stretch their willing hands,
Submissive to their Lord's commands,
To him that lov’d their souls in death! 2 Lead me to suffer and to die,
If thou, my gracious Lord, art nigh:
And teach me smiling to expire. 3 If nature at the trial shake,
And from the cross or flames draw back,
And turn its tremblings into praise. 4 While scarce I dare with Peter say,
I'll boldly tread the bleeding way;
S.M.-Christian Zeal. 1 JESUS, I fain would find
Thy zeal for God in me;
Thy burning charity.
2 In me thy Spirit dwell!
In me thy bowels move!
flame of love.
C.M.-Holy Seal and Diligence. 1 WHILE carnal men, with all their might,
Earth's vanities pursue,
With heaven itself in view.
Great God my love inflame;
Is but an empty name.
I would with fervour strive;
Which I from thee derive.
All-powerful from above,
The image of thy love.
That generous pleasure know,
And weep for others' wo!
In low distress are laid,
And swift our hands to aid.
When 'thron'd above the skies,
He felt compassion rise.
5 On wings of love the Saviour flew,
To raise us from the ground,
254. C.M.- Providing Bags that war not old, 8c. Luke xii. 33. 1 THESE mortal joys, how soon they fade!
How swift they pass away!
The beauty of a day!
We fondly call’d our own;
And straight we found it gone.
With God laid up in store;
Brighter than golden ore.
Secure to find its rest,
Of all their wish possest.
Have scatter'd here below,
To ample harvests grow.
At Jesus' feet I lay;
And Christ invites us near;
And our communion dear.
God pities all my griefs;
He pardons every day; Almighty to protect my soul
And wise to guide my way. 3 How large his bounties are;
What various stores of good, Diffus'd from my Redeemer's hand,
And purchas'd with his blood! 4 Jesus, my living head,
I bless thy faithful care;
And my forerunner there, 5 Here fix, my roving heart;
Here wait, my warmest love, Till the communion be complete
In nobler scenes above.
Admire thy matchless grace;
With Adam's worthless race. 2 O lead me to that happy path,
Where I my God may meet; Though hosts of foes begird it round,
Though briers wound my feet.
The desert with delight;
Can dissipate the night.
A restless pilgrim roam;
Shall soon convey me home.
Ps. xc. 17.
5 I ask not Enoch's rapturous flight
To realms of heavenly day; Nor seek Elijah's fiery steeds
To bear this flesh away.
To drop its mortal load;
257. C.M.- Joy and Prosperity from the Presence and Blessing of God. 1 SHINE on our souls, eternal God,
With rays of beauty shine:
And all their round be thine.
Our hands might toil in vain; Small joy success itself could give,
If thou thy love restrain.
With thee each day be spent,
Since each by thee is lent.
Till all our labours cease;
With everlasting peace.
C.M.- 'The Divine Presence desired. Job xxiii. 3, 4. 1 O THAT I knew the secret place,
Where I might find my God!
And pour my woes abroad!
What sorrows I sustain;