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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;
And, crown'd with victory, at thy feet
I'll lay my honours down.

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,
And yield their liberty and breath

To him that lov’d their souls in death! 2 Lead me to suffer and to die,

If thou, my gracious Lord, art nigh:
One smile from thee my heart shall fire,

And teach me smiling to expire. 3 If nature at the trial shake,

And from the cross or flames draw back,
Grace can its feeble courage raise.

And turn its tremblings into praise. 4 While scarce I dare with Peter say,

I'll boldly tread the bleeding way;
Yet in thy steps, like John, I'd move
With humble hope and silent love.


S.M.-Christian Zeal. 1 JESUS, I fain would find

Thy zeal for God in me;
Thy yearning pity for mankind,

Thy burning charity.

2 In me thy Spirit dwell!

In me thy bowels move!
So shall the fervour of my zeal
Be the


flame of love.


C.M.-Holy Seal and Diligence. 1 WHILE carnal men, with all their might,

Earth's vanities pursue,
How slow the advances which I make

With heaven itself in view.
2 Inspire my soul with holy zeal;

Great God my love inflame;
Religion, without zeal and love,

Is but an empty name.
3 To gain the top of Zion's hill

I would with fervour strive;
And all those powers employ for thee

Which I from thee derive.

C.M.-The good Samaritan. Luke x. 30-37.
1 FATHER of mercies, send thy grace

All-powerful from above,
To form in our obedient souls

The image of thy love.
2 O may our sympathising breasts

That generous pleasure know,
Kindly to share in others' joy,

And weep for others' wo!
3 When the most helpless sons of grief

In low distress are laid,
Soft be our hearts their pains to feel

And swift our hands to aid.
4 So Jesus look'd on dying men,

When 'thron'd above the skies,
And 'midst the embraces of his God,

He felt compassion rise.

5 On wings of love the Saviour flew,

To raise us from the ground,
And made the richest of his blood
A balm for



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 dying flower reclines his head,

The beauty of a day!
2 The bags are rent, the treasures lost

We fondly call’d our own;
Scarce could we the possession boast,

And straight we found it gone.
3 But there are joys that cannot die,

With God laid up in store;
Treasure beyond the changing sky,

Brighter than golden ore.
4 To that my rising heart aspires,

Secure to find its rest,
And glories in such wide desires

Of all their wish possest.
5 The seeds which piety and love

Have scatter'd here below,
In the fair fertile fields above,

To ample harvests grow.
6 The mite my willing hands can give,

At Jesus' feet I lay;
Grace shall the humble gift receive,
And heaven at large repay.

S.M.-Communion with God and Christ. 1 John i. 3.
1 OUR heavenly Father calls,

And Christ invites us near;
With both our friendship shall be sweet,

And our communion dear.


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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;
Mine advocate before the throne,

And my forerunner there, 5 Here fix, my roving heart;

Here wait, my warmest love, Till the communion be complete

In nobler scenes above.

C.M.-Converse with God. Gen. v. 24. Heb. xi. 5.
1 ETERNAL God, our wondering souls

Admire thy matchless grace;
That thou wilt walk, that thou wilt dwell

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.
3 Cheer'd with thy converse, I can trace

The desert with delight;
Through all the gloom one smile of thine

Can dissipate the night.
4 Nor shall I through eternal days

A restless pilgrim roam;
Thy hand that now directs my course,

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.
6 Joyful my spirit will consent

To drop its mortal load;
And hail the sharpest pangs of death,
That break its way to God.

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:
O let thy favour crown our days,

And all their round be thine.
2 Did we not raise our hands to thee,

Our hands might toil in vain; Small joy success itself could give,

If thou thy love restrain.
3 With thee let every week begin,

With thee each day be spent,
For thee each fleeting hour improv’d,

Since each by thee is lent.
4 Thus cheer us through this desert road,

Till all our labours cease;
And heaven refresh our weary souls

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!
I'd spread my wants before his face,

And pour my woes abroad!
2 I'd tell him how my sins arise,

What sorrows I sustain;
How grace decays, and comfort dies,
And leaves my heart in pain.


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