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Hymn 283, L. M.

Love to God. i Cor. xiii. 8. 1.

Where love inspires the breast:
Love is the brightest of the train,

And strengthens all the rest. 2. Knowledge, alas ! 'tis all in vain,

And all in vain our fear :
Our stubborn sins will fight and reign,

If love be absent there.
3. 'Tis love that makes our cheerful feet

In swift obedience move ;
The devils know, and tremble too,

But devils cannot love.
4. This is the grace that lives and sings,

When faith and hope shall cease ; 'Tis this shall strike our joyful strings

In the sweet realms of bliss.

Hymn 284. c. M.

Charity. I Cor. xiii. 2, 7, 12,
ET Pharisees of high esteem

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All their religion is a dream,

If love be wanting there. 2. Love suffers long with patient eye,

Nor is provokd in haste; She lets the present inj'ry die,

And long forgets the past. 3. Malice and rage, those fires of hell,

She quenches with her tongue ; Hones and believes, and thinks no ill,

Tio' she endures the wrong.

4. She ne'er desires nor seeks to know

The scandals of the time ;
Nor looks with pride on those below,

Nor envies those that climb. 3. She lays ber own advantage by,

To seek her neighbour's good ;
So God's own Son came down to die,

And bought our lives with blood.
6. Love is the grace that keeps her pow'r,

In all the realms above ; Their faith and hope are known no more

But saints for ever love,


Hymn 285. c. M. Love to our Neighbour, Luke x. 29, 37. 1. ATHER of mercies, send thy grace,

All-pow'rful from above, i
To form, in our obedient souls,

The image of thy love.
2.O may our sympathizing breasts

That gen'rous pleasure know;
Kindly to share in others joy,

And weep for others woe.
3. When the most helpless sons of grief

In low distress are laid,
Soft be our hearts their pains to feel,

And swift our hands to aid. 4. So Jesus look'don dying man,

When thron'd above the skies;
And, 'mid th' embraces of his God,

He felt compassion rise.
5. On wings of love the Saviour flew

To raise us from the ground ;
And shed the richest of his blood,

A balm for ev'ry wound

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Hymin 286. L. *
WHAT stupendous mercy shines

Around the majesty of heav'n!
Rebels he deigns to call his sons,

Their Souls renew'd, their sins forgith. 2. Go, imitate the grace divine,

The grace that blazes like a sun;
Hold forth your fair, tho' feeble light,

Thro' all your lives let mercy run. 3. Upon your bounty's willing wings

Swift let the needed blessing fly;
The hungry feed, the naked clothe,

To pain and sickness help apply. 4. Pity the weeping widow's woe;

And be her counsellor and stay;
Adopt the fatherless, and smooth

To useful, happy life his way. 5. Let


with want and weakness bowa
Your bowels of compassion move,
Let e'en your enemies be bless'd,
Their hatred recompenc'd with love.

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Hymn 287. Š. M. 1

Our hearts in christian love; The fellowship of kindred minds

Is like to that above. 2. Before our Father's throne

We pour our ardent prayers; Our fears, our hopes, our aims are onc,

Our comforts and our cares. 3. We share our mutual woes:

Our mutual burdens bear; And often for each other flows The sympathizing tear.

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By his last groans, his dying blood,

I charge my scul to love the saints. 2. Clamour, and wrath, and war be gone,

Envy and spite for ever cease, Let bitter words no more be known

Among the saints, the sons of peace. 3. The Spirit, like a peaceful dove,

Flies from the realms of noise and strife, Why should we vex and grieve his love,

Who seals our souls to heav'nly life? 4. Tender and kind be all our thoughts,

Through all our tives let mercy run: So God forgives our num'rous faults

For the dear sake of Christ his Son.


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Hymn 290. c. M.
1. VIS pure delight, without alloy,

Jesus to hear thy name,
My spirit leaps with inward joy,

To feel the sacred flame.
2. My passions hold a pleasing reign,

While love inspires my breast,
Love, the divinest of the train,

The sov'reign of the rest.
3. This is the grace must live and sing

When faith and hope shall cease,
Must sound from ev'ry joyful string:

Through the sweet realms of bliss. 4. Let life immortal seize my clay,

Let love refine my blood :
Her flames can bear my soul away,
And bring me near my God.

Hymn 291. L. M.
ND is the gospel peace and love?
Such let our conversation be ;

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