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Musing in the silent grove,
Claiming large returns again. 2 Lord, what offering shall we bring,
At thine altars when we bow?
Sorrow leaves the wounded breast; 3 Willing hands to lead the blind,
Bind the wounded, feed the poor ;
345. L. M. DRUMMOND.
Faith without Works is dead.
As barren trees, decayed and dead,
If not of righteous deeds the spring. 2 One cup of healing oil and wine,
One tear-drop shed on mercy's shrine, Is thrice more grateful, Lord, to thee, Than lifted eye or bended knee.
3 To doers only of the word, Propitious is the righteous Lord
; He hears their cries, accepts their prayers,
And heals their wounds, and soothes their cares. 4 In true and genuine faith, we trace
The source of every christian grace;
A living fount of joy and praise.
Where'er the stream has found its way;
346. L. M.
And nobler speech than angels use,
Like tinkling brass, an empty sound. 2 Were I inspired to preach and tell
All that is done in heaven and hell;
Still I am nothing without love. 3 Should I distribute all my store,
To feed the cravings of the poor;
To gain a martyr's glorious name;
Be absent, all my hopes are vain :
347. C. M. CHRISTIAN PSALMIST,
Faith, Hope and Charity. 1 Faith, hope, and love now dwell on earth,
And earth by them is blest ;
Of all the graces best.
And faith be sight above;
For saints forever love.
To love thy God above;
Thy neighbor thou shalt love. 2 Who is my neighbor ? He who wants
The help which thou canst give;
This d, and thou shalt live.
CONFESSION AND PENITENCE.
249. 7s. M. J. TAYLOR.
Sins Confessed and Mourned. 1 God of mercy, God of love,
Hear our sad repentant song;
Penitence on every tongue. 2 Deep regret for follies past,
Talents wasted, time misspent;
Thankless for the blessings lent; 3 Foolish fears, and fond desires,
Vain regrets for things as vain; :
Oft to murmur and complain : 4 These, and every secret fault,
Filled with grief and shame, we own;
Seeking pardon from thy throne. 5 God of mercy, God of grace,
Hear our sad repentant songs;
350. L. M. BEDDOME.
Inconstancy lamented. 1 The wandering star and fleeting wind
Are emblems of the fickle mind;
Bring our inconstancy to view. 2 But cloud and wind, and dew and star,
Only a faint resemblance bear;
So changeable and frail as we.
Are scarcely through an hour the same; We vow, and straight our vows forget,
And then those very vows repeat. 4 With contrite hearts, Lord, we confess
Our folly and unsteadfastness;
351. C. M. CowPER.
The purpose of to-day,
To-morrow rends away.
Finds out his weaker part;
But pleasure wins his heart.