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207. s. M.
The Happy Change.
1 How bless'd is man, O God!
When first with single eye,
The day-spring from on high !
And frown on earthly things,
With healing on his wings.
A barren soil no more,
Where follies sprung before. 4 The soul, so dreary once,
Once misery's dark domain,
208. L. M.
1 How bless'd the sacred tie that binds
In union sweet, according minds !
Whose hearts, whose faith, whose hopes are one! 2 To each, the soul of each how dear!
What jealous love, what holy fear!
3 Their streaming eyes together flow
For human guilt and mortal wo;
4 Together both they seek the place
Where God reveals his awful face :
5 Nor shall the glowing flame expire
When nature droops her sickening fire;
209. S. M.
Reliance on God, a Remedy for Care. 1 Pet. v. 7. 1 How gracious is our God !
How kind his precepts are! “Come, cast your burden on the Lord,
And trust his constant care."
Since he for ever reigns,
We may securely dwell;
Shall guide his children well.
( why should anxious thoughts,
Oppress the sinking mind?
And sweet relief you'll find.
Devoutly fear his name,
And know no other fear,
210. L. M.
A Happy Life.
1 How happy is he born and taught,
Who serveth not another's will;
2 Whose passions not his masters are,
Whose soul is still prepared for death,
3 Who hath his life from rumours freed,
Whose conscience is his strong retreat :
Nor ruin make oppressors great :
More of his grace than gifts to lend;
5 This man is freed from servile bands
Of hope to rise, or fear to fall :
Sir H. Wotton.
211. C. M.
Heavenly Wisdom. Prov. iii. 13-17.
1 How happy is the man who hears
Instruction's warning voice;
His early, only choice !
2 Wisdom has treasures greater far
Than east or west unfold; And her rewards more precious are
Than is the gain of gold.
3 In her right hand she holds to view
A length of happy days;
And boundless wealth displays.
4 She guides the young, with innocence
In pleasure's path to tread; A crown of glory she bestows
Upon the hoary head.
So her rewards increase ;
212. C. M.
A Prospect of the Resurrection.
1 How long shall death the tyrant reign,
And triumph o'er the just ?
Lie mingled with the dust ?
? Lo! I behold the scattering shades,
The dawn of heaven appears ;
Its blushes round the spheres.
3. I see the Lord of glory come,
And flaming guards around :
The trumpet shakes the ground.
4 I hear the voice, “Ye dead arise;"
And lo! the dead obey ;
Salute the expected day.
5 How will our joy and wonder rise,
When our returning King
213. L. M.
Christian Privileges and Obligations.
1 How many millions draw their breath
In lands of ignorance and death,
Within his gospel's favoured clime! 2 Shall I receive this grace in vain ?
Shall I my great vocation stain ?
3 My soul, I charge thee to excel
In thinking right and acting well;
Unbiassed, in the sacred page.
To deeds of shining worth aspire ;
5 Strong and more strong, thy passions rule,
Advancing still in virtue's school;