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 My soul, with all thy wakened powers,
Survey the immortal prize;

Nor let the glittering toys of earth,
Allure thy wandering eyes.

141. L. M.

Doddridge.

Divine Majesty and Goodness in Storms and Rain. Ps. civ.

1 AWAKE my soul, to hymns of praise! To God the song of triumph raise : Adorned with majesty divine,

What pomp, what glory, Lord, are thine!

2 Light forms his robe, and round his head
The heavens their ample curtain spread:
See on the wind's expanded wings
The chariot of the King of kings!

3 Around him ranged in awful state,
Dark silent storms attentive wait;
And thunders, ready to fulfil
The mandates of his sovereign will.

4 From earth's low margin to the skies,
He bids the dusky vapours rise;
Then, from his magazines on high,
Commands the imprisoned winds to fly.

5 The lightning's pallid sheet expands,
And showers descend on furrowed lands;
While down the mountains channeled side
The torrent rolls in swelling pride:

6 Till spent its wild impetuous force,
And settled in its destined course,
It waters all the fruitful plains,
And life in various forms sustains.

7 Thus clouds, and storms, and fires obey
Thy wise and all-controling sway;
And while thy terrors round us stand,
We see a Father's bounteous hand.

Merrick, as altered in Belknap's Coll.

142. c. M.

Triumph in the Prospect of future Glory. Rom. xiii. 11、

1 AWAKE, ye saints! and raise your eyes,
And raise your voices high:
Awake, and praise that sovereign love,
Which shows salvation nigh.

2 On all the wings of time it flies;
Each moment brings it near:
Then welcome each declining day,
Welcome each closing year!

3 Not many years their round shall run,
Not many mornings rise,

Ere all its glories stand revealed
To our admiring eyes.

4 Ye wheels of nature speed your course; Ye mortal powers decay!

Fast as ye bring the night of death,

Ye bring eternal day.

Doddridge.

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143. s. M.

Attraction of the Cross. John xii. 32.

BEHOLD the amazing sight,

The Saviour lifted high!

Behold the Son of God's delight
Expire in agony !

We see, and we admire,

In sympathy of love;

We feel the strong attractive power
To lift our souls above.

Drawn by such cords as these,
Let all the earth combine,
With cheerful ardour to confess
The energy divine.

In him our hearts unite,

Nor share his griefs alone,

But from his cross pursue their flight

To his triumphant throne.

144. s. M.

Christ the Light of the World.

BEHOLD the Prince of peace, The chosen of the Lord, God's well-beloved Son, fulfils The sure prophetic word!

2 No royal pomp adorns

This king of righteousness :

Doddridge.

But meekness, patience, truth and love, Compose his princely dress.

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The spirit of the Lord,

In rich abundance shed,

On this great prophet gently lights,
And rests upon his head.

Jesus, thou light of men!
Thy doctrine life imparts:

O may we feel its quickening power
To warm and glad our hearts!

Cheered by its beams, our souls
Shall run the heavenly way :

The path which Christ hath marked and trod,
Will lead to endless day.

145. L. M.

Needham.

The better Part. Luke x. 43.

1 BESET with snares on every hand,
In life's uncertain path we stand:
Father, divine! diffuse thy light,
To guide our doubtful footsteps right.

2 Engage our roving treacherous heart,
To choose the wise, the better part;
To scorn the trifles of a day,
For joys that never fade away.

3 Then let the fiercest storms arise,
Let tempests mingle earth and skies;
No fatal shipwrecks shall we fear,
But all our treasures with us bear.

4 If thou, our Father, still be nigh,
Cheerful we live, and joyful die ;
Secure when mortal comforts flee,
To find a thousand worlds in thee.

Doddridge.

146. c. M.

Christian Charity.

1 BEHOLD, where, breathing love divine,
Our dying master stands!

His weeping followers, gathering round,
Receive his last commands.

2 From that mild teacher's parting lips
What tender accents fell!
The gentle precept which he gave
Became its author well.

3"Blessed is the man, whose softening heart Feels all another's pain;

To whom the supplicating eye

Was never raised in vain ;

4 Whose breast expands with generous warmth A stranger's wo to feel;

And bleeds in pity o'er the wound

He wants the power to heal.

5 He spreads his kind supporting arms
To every child of grief;
His secret bounty largely flows,
And brings unasked relief.

6 To gentle offices of love

His feet are never slow:

He views through mercy's melting eye,
A brother in a foe.

7 To him protection shall be shown;
And mercy from above

Descend on those who thus fulfil
The perfect law of love."

Mrs. Barbauld.