5 His works of piety and love Remain before the Lord: Honor on earth, and joys above, Shall be his sure reward.
Blessings of the Pious and Charitable. Ps. 112.
1 THRICE happy man, who fears the Lord, Loves his commands, and trusts his word: Honor and peace his days attend, And blessings to his seed descend.
2 Compassion dwells upon his mind, To works of mercy still inclined; He lends the poor some present aid, Or gives them, not to be repaid.
3 When times grow dark, and tidings spread That fill his neighbors round with dread, His heart is armed against the fear, For God, with all his power, is there.
4 His soul, well fixed upon the Lord, Draws heavenly courage from his word; Amidst the darkness light shall rise, To cheer his heart and bless his eyes.
C. M. J. NEWTON.
True and false Zeal.
1 ZEAL is that pure and heavenly flame The fire of love supplies;
While that which often bears the name, Is self, in a disguise.
2 True zeal is merciful and mild, Can pity and forbear;
The false is headstrong, fierce and wild, And breathes revenge and war.
3 While zeal for truth the Christian warms, He knows the worth of
But self contends for names and forms, Its party to increase.
4 Self may its poor reward obtain, And be applauded here;
But zeal the best applause will gain When Jesus shall appear.
5 O God, the idol self dethrone,
And from our hearts remove; And let no zeal by us be shown, But that which springs from love.
Forms of Devotion vain without Virtue.
1 THE uplifted eye and bended knee Are but vain homage, Lord, to thee: In vain our lips thy praise prolong, The heart a stranger to the song.
2 Can rites, and forms, and flaming zeal, The breaches of thy precepts heal? Or fasts and penance reconcile Thy justice, and obtain thy smile?
3 The pure, the humble, contrite mind, Sincere, and to thy will resigned, To thee a nobler offering yields, Than Sheba's groves, or Sharon's fields.
4 Love God and man-this great command Doth on eternal pillars stand:
This did thine ancient prophets teach, And this thy well-beloved preach.
1 'Tis by the faith of joys to come We walk through deserts dark as night; Till we arrive at heaven, our home, Faith is our guide, and faith our light. 2 The want of sight she well supplies; She makes the pearly gates appear; Far into distant worlds she flies, And brings eternal glories near.
3 Cheerful we tread the desert through, While faith inspires a heavenly ray; Though lions roar, and tempests blow, And rocks and dangers fill the way.
4 So Abraham, by divine command, Left his own house to walk with God: His faith beheld the promised land, And fired his zeal along the road.
7s. M. J. TAYLOR.
The accepted Offering.
1 FATHER of our feeble race, Wise, beneficent, and kind, Spread o'er nature's ample face, Flows thy goodness unconfined:
Musing in the silent grove, Or the busy walks of men, Still we trace thy wondrous love, Claiming large returns again.
2 Lord, what offering shall we bring, At thine altars when we bow? Hearts, the pure unsullied spring, Whence the kind affections flow; Soft compassion's feeling soul, By the melting eye expressed; Sympathy, at whose control Sorrow leaves the wounded breast;
3 Willing hands to lead the blind, Bind the wounded, feed the poor; Love, embracing all our kind, Charity, with liberal store: Teach us, O thou heavenly King, Thus to show our grateful mind, Thus the accepted offering bring, Love to thee and all mankind.
Faith without Works is dead.
1 As body when the soul has fled, As barren trees, decayed and dead, Is faith; a hopeless, lifeless thing, 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; Within the pious heart it plays, A living fount of joy and praise.
5 Kind deeds of peace and love betray
Where'er the stream has found its way; But where these spring not rich and fair, The stream has never wandered there.
All Things vain without Love.
1 HAD I the tongues of Greeks and Jews, And nobler speech than angels use, If love be absent, I am found
Like tinkling brass, an empty sound. 2 Were I inspired to preach and tell All that is done in heaven and hell; Or could my faith the world remove, Still I am nothing without love.
3 Should I distribute all my store, To feed the cravings of the poor; Or give my body to the flame, To gain a martyr's glorious name; 4 If love to God and love to men Be absent, all my hopes are vain: Nor tongues, nor gifts, nor fiery zeal, The works of love can e'er fulfil.
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