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Those glorious seeds shall spring and rise,
And the bright harvest bless our eyes. 4 Rejoice, ye righteous, and record
The sacred honours of the Lord;
19. C. M. WATTS.
Holy Resolutions. 1 O That thy statutes, every hour,
Might dwell upon my mind! Thence I derive a quickening power,
And daily peace I find,
Shall be my sweet employ:
Thy word is all my joy.
If thou my heart discharge
And set my feet at large !
Thy statutes and thy name ;
Nor yield to sinful shame.
Whose hands and hearts are ill; I love my God, I love his ways,
And must obey his will.
20. L. M. 61.
CHRISTIAN PSALMIST. Constant Use of God's Word. 1 When quiet in my house I sit,
Thy book be my companion still, My joy thy sayings to repeat, Talk o'er the records of thy will, And search the oracles divine,
Till every heartfelt word be mine. 2 Oft as I lay me down to rest,
O may the reconciling word
Sweetly compose my weary breast,
And visions of eternal day!
Thee may I publish all day long ;
CHRIST AND CHRISTIANITY.
21. C. M. DODDRIDGE.
Sincere Love to Christ. 1 Do not I love thee, O my Lord ?
Behold my heart and see ; And turn each hateful idol out,
That dares to rival thee.
To mine attentive ear?
My Saviour's voice to hear?
I would disdain to feed ?
I fear thy cause to plead ?
In honour of thy name?
To damp the immortal flame ?
But O, I long to soar
And learn to love thee more.
L. M. 61. MONTGOMERY.
The Communion of Saints.
To darkness, tempest, and the sound
2 But to Mount Zion we are come,
The city of the living God,
The Church of the first born above :
The perfect spirits of the just,
And pleads a Saviour's sacrifice. 4 O hearken to the healing voice,
That speaks from heaven in tones so mild;
23. L. M. WATTS.
Now have beheld a heavenly light;
Are blest with beams divinely bright.
Behold the expected Child appear!
"The Wonderful, the Counsellor !
Upon his shoulders shall be laid ;
And honours to his name be paid.
High on his father David's throne ;
L. M. Bp. HEBER. • Hosanna to the Son of David.' 1 RIDE on, ride on in majesty!
Hark! all the tribes Hosanna cry!
Thine humble beast pursues his road,
With palms and scattered garments strewed. 2 Ride on, ride on in majesty!
In lowly pomp ride on to die !
O’er captive death and conquered sin ! 3 Ride on, ride on in majesty!
Thy last and fiercest strise is nigh;
Expects his own anointed Son. 4 Ride on, ride on in'majesty!
In lowly pomp ride on to die!
25. L. M. SIR J. E. SMITH.
• Lo, it is I; be not afraid.' 1 When power divine in mortal form
Hushed with a word the raging storm,
'Lo, it is I, be not afraid.'
And his lone watch the mourner keeps,
Trust, feeble man, thy Maker's love. 3 Blest be the voice that breathes from hea ven,
To every heart in sunder riven,
'Lo, it is I, be not afraid.'
And foes yet fiercer foes engage,
That · hispers, God is over all.
He rules the seraph and the worm:
Of those who know or know him not.
While shuddering nature waits her doom,
THE CHRISTIAN YEAR.
Fast fading from our wistful gaze;
The last faint pulse of quivering light.
The traveller on his way must press,
Whiling away the lonesome hour.
It is not night if thou be near :
To hide thee from thy servant's eyes.
And all the flowers of life unfold,
Except in all I thee discern.
My wearied eyelids gently steep,
For ever on my Saviour's breast. 6 Abide with me from morn till eve,
For without thee I cannot live;
27. L. M. DODDRIDGE. * Then were the disciples glad, when they saw the Lord.'
1 Come, our indulgent Saviour, come,
Illustrious conqueror o'er the tomb:
And fill our hearts with sacred peace.
With all the joy thy smiles afford ;
And make us feel thy vital grace.
Enter, thou ever-honoured guest,