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307. C. M. BEDDOME.

"Fear Not." 1 Ye trembling souls, dismiss your fears,

Be mercy all your theme;
Mercy, which like a river flows,

In one perpetual stream. 2 Fear not the powers of earth and hell;

God will those powers restrain;
His arm shall all their rage repel,

And make their efforts vain.
3 Fear not the want of outward good :

For his he will provide ;
Grant them supplies of daily food,

And give them heaven beside.
4 Fear not that he will e'er forsake,

Or leave his work undone;
He's faithful to his promises,

And faithful to his Son.

308. C. M. BEDDOME.

Sincerity and Self-Examination. 1 Am I an Israelite indeed,

Without a false disguise ?
Have I renounced my sins, and left

My refuges of lies 2 Say, does my heart unchanged remain,

Or is it formed anew ?
What is the rule by which I walk,
The object I pursue ?

3 Cause me, O God of truth and grace,

My real state to know;
If I am wrong, 0 set me right!

If right, preserve me so !


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309. C. M.

Sincerity and Hypocrisy. 1 God is a Spirit, just and wise,

He sees our inmost mind;
In vain to heaven we raise our cries,

And leave our souls behind.
2 Nothing but truth before his throne

With honor can appear ;
The painted hypocrites are known

Through the disguise they wear. 3 Their lifted eyes salute the skies,

Their bending knees the ground;
But God abhors the sacrifice

Where not the heart is found.
4 Lord, search my thoughts, and try my ways,

And make my soul sincere;
Then shall I stand before thy face,

And find acceptance there.



For Steadiness of Principle.
1 AMIDST a world of hopes and fears,

A wild of cares, and toils, and tears,
Where foes alarm and dangers threat,
And pleasures kill, and glories cheat:


2 Shed down, O Lord ! a heavenly ray

To guide me in the doubtful way;
And o'er me hold thy shield of power,

To guard me in the dangerous hour.
3 Teach me the flattering paths to shun,

In which the thoughtless many run,
Who for a shade the substance miss,

And grasp their ruin in their bliss.
4 May never pleasure, wealth or pride,

Allure my wandering soul aside;
But through this maze of mortal'ill,
Safe lead me to thy heavenly hill.

311. L. M. Scott.

Charitable Judgment.
1 ALL-SEEING God! 't is thine to know

The springs whence wrong opinions flow;
To judge from principles within,

When frailty errs, and when we sin. 2 Who among men, great Lord of all,

Thy servant to his bar shall call ?
Judge him, for modes of faith, thy foe,

And doom him to the realms of woe? 3 Who with another's eye can read?

Or worship by another's creed?
Trusting thy grace, we form our own,

And bow to thy commands alone. 4 If wrong, correct; accept, if right;

While faithful, we improve our light,
Condemning none, but zealous still
To learn and follow all thy will.

312. C. M.


1 HAPPY the man, whose cautious steps

Still keep the golden mean;
Whose life, by wisdom's rules well formed,

Declares a conscience clean. 2 What blessings bounteous Heaven bestows,

He takes with thankful heart;
With temperance he both eats and drinks,

And gives the poor a part.
3 To sect or party his large soul

Disdains to be confined;
The good he loves of every name,

And prays for all mankind.
4 His business is to keep his heart;

Each passion to control;
Nobly ambitious well to rule

The empire of his soul.
5 Not on the world his heart is set,

His treasure is above;
Nothing beneath the sovereign good

Can claim his highest love.


S. M.

The Blessing of Peace. Ps. 133.
1 Blest are the sons of

Whose hearts and hopes are one;
Whose kind designs to serve and please

Through all their actions run.

2 Blest is the pious house,

Where zeal and friendship meet; Their songs of praise, their mingled vows,

Make their communion sweet. 3 Thus, when on Aaron's head

They poured the rich perfume,
The oil through all his raiment spread,

And pleasure filled the room. 4 Thus on the heavenly hills

The saints are blest above,
Where joy, like morning dew, distils,

And all the air is love.


The Blessing of Peace. Ps. 133. 1 How beautiful the sight

Of brethren who agree
In friendship to unite,

And bonds of charity;
'Tis like the precious ointment, shed
O'er all his robes, from Aaron's head.
2 'Tis like the dews that fill

The cups of Hermon's flowers;
Or Zion's fruitful hill,

Bright with the drops of showers;
When mingling odors breathe around,
And glory rests on all the ground.
3 For there the Lord commands

Blessings, a boundless store,
From his unsparing hands,

Yea, life for evermore.
Thrice happy they, who meet above,
To spend eternity in love.

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