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3 We for whom God the Son came down,
And laboured for our good;
He purchased with His blood !
And never act our parts ? Come, Holy Dove, from th' heavenly hill,
And re-create our hearts.
Upward our souls shall rise;
We'll fly, and take the prize.
601 1 Cor. xiil.
C. C. Y.
THOUGHieangel's zeal, though prophet's
fire, Inspired my glowing tongue ; Though holier raptures waked my lyre
Than ever seraph sung;
My ardent labour crowned ;
How vain would all be found ! 2 Love suffers long, is just, sincere,
Forgiving, slow to blame;
An erring brother's shame:
To generous pity prone,
Nor triumphs in her own.
She harbours in her breast; She tries us by the deeds we've wrough, And still believes the best.
Love never fails : though knowledge cease,
Though prophecies decay, Love, Christian love, shall still increase,
Shall still extend her sway. 4 How dimly, through life's shadowy glass,
We strain our infant eyes !
And light unclouded rise.
Then faith's bright race be o'er; But thou, Eternal Love, shalt bloom
More glorious than before.
Col. iii. 14. L. M. DRUMMOND, 1
I may not ask for lessGive me the bond of perfectness; The highest grace of all the three
Enduring, heavenly charity:
Heedless of name, or sect, or creed,
To bathe his wounds in oil and wine. 3 Thinking no evil, sín she hides,
And soothes and pities while she chides ; She lends an ear to every cry,
And asks no plea but misery. 4 Her tender mercies freely fall,
Like heaven's refreshing dews on all,
Her friends, her foes, the human race. ☆ Nor bounded by the earth alone,
Her love expands to worlds unknown,
Luke x. 29–37. C. M. 1
Hast power to aid and bless : Whose aching head or burning brow
Thy soothing hand may press. 2 Thy neighbour ? 'Tis the fainting poor
Whose eye with want is dim, Whom hunger sends from door to door
Go thou and succour him.
Whose years are at their brim,
Go thou, and comfort him.
Of every earthly gem;
Go thou and shelter them.
Fettered in thought and limb; Whose thoughts are all beyond the grave
Go thou and ransom him. 6 Whene'er thou meet'st a human form
Less favoured than thine own, Remember, 'tis thy neighbour worm,
Thy brother, or thy son.
Perhaps thou canst redeem
Go, share thy lot with him.
Rev. 11. 2.
L. M. 1
Thy joy to do thy Father's will; It is the way the Master went, Should not the servant tread it still ?
2 Go, labour on; 'tis not for nought,
All earthly loss is heavenly gain:
The Master praises ; what are men ? 3 Go, labour on; enough, enough,
If Jesus praise thee, if He deign
No toil for Him shall be in vain.
Thy knees are faint, thy soul cast down; Yet falter not,--the prize is near,
The throne, the kingdom, and the crown. 5 Go, labour on, while it is day;
The long dark night is hastening on; Speed, speed thy work,-up from thy
sloth, It is not thus that souls are won. 6 See thousands dying at your side,
Your brethren, kindred, friends of home; See millions perishing afar,
Haste, brethren, to the rescue come. 7 Toil on, toil on ; rebuke, exhort,
Be wise the souls of men to win;
Entreat, compel them to come in.
For labour rest, for exile home;
L. M. 1 H (AIL ! holy martyrs, glorious names,
Who nobly once for Jesus stood ; Rejoiced and clapped your hands in fames, And dared to seal the truth with blood.
2 Strong in the Lord, divinely strong,
Prisons and tortures ye defied;
Ye braved, and more than conquering died. 3 Father, though storms on storms appear
Let not our faith forego her hold;
And make us steadfast, firm, and bold. 4 Out of our weakness make us strong,
Arm us as in the ancient days,
O Father, Son, and Spirit, come ;
And make the faithful soul Thy home. 6 Arm of the Lord, awake, awake,
In us Thy glorious self reveal;
Let us Thy mighty working feel.
Let us despise our fleeting breath;
HIS SPIRITUAL JOYS.
606 Psalm lxxxvii. 7. C. M.
M The Time of my delights,
WATTS. 1 Y God, the spring of all my joys, The glory of my brightest days,
And comfort of my nights.
My dawning is begun ;
And He my rising sun.