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 !

WATTS.

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.

310.

L. M. HENRY MOORE.

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:

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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.

NEEDHAM.

Moderation.
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.

313.

S. M.

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

peace,
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.

314. H. M. MONTGOMERY.

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.