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Let thy good Spirit find
A temple, in our mind. 2 In us reveal thy laws,
And teach us all thy will,
Thy pleasure may fulfil. 3 Rule constantly within :
Thy gracious power make known: Destroy the last remains of sin,
And claim us for thine own. 4 Let peace, and joy, and love,
Be fully, freely, given;
Till we are fit for heaven.
674. 7 & 8s. M. BOWRING. “ He that walketh uprightly, walketh surely." 1 He who walks in virtue's way,
Firm and fearless, walketh surely; Diligent while yet 't is day,
On he speeds, and speeds securely. 2 Flowers of peace beneath him grow,
Suns of pleasure brighten o'er him; Memory's joys behind him go,
Hope's sweet angels fly before hini.
3 Thus he moves from stage to stage,
Smiles of earth and heaven attending; Softly sinking down in age,
And through death to God ascending.
675. L. M. CowPER.
To make the Christian's name a praise;
That fills the remnant of his days ! 2 A kingly character he bears;
No change his priestly office knows;
His joys can never reach a close.
Salvation shines upon his face;
His steps are dignity and grace. 4 The noblest creature seen below,
Ordained to fill a throne above,
676. C. M. MONTGOMERY.
Earth's broken ties.
Could bear their lot of pain,
Unclouded yet remain ?
That hope the sovereign Lord has given,
Who reigns above the skies;
By faith's endearing ties.
Is sent in pitying love
And speed its flight above.
And every joy that dies, Tells us to seek a purer rest,
And trust to holier ties.
677. L. M. BRYANT.
“ Blessed are they that mourn."
Whose days a peaceful tenor keep;
A blessing for the eyes that weep. . 2 The light of smiles shall fill again
The lids that overflow with tears,
Are earnests of serener years.
For every dark and troubled night!
But joy shall come with early light. 4 And thou, who o'er thy friend's low bier,
Dost shed the bitter drops like rain,
5 Our Father marks each anguished day,
And numbers every secret tear;
678. L. M. 61. H. WARE, JR.
(Written in sickness, March, 1836.)
Prayer for peace in God.
Falls kindly on my burdened soul ;
To warn me back to thy control;
pray, that while I kiss the rod, I may find perfect peace with God. 2 The errors of my heart I know;
I feel my deep infirmities;
And holy purposes arise, -
As empty, though as fair, as they. 3 Forgive the weakness I deplore;
And let thy peace abound in me;
But wholly cast myself on thee :
679. L. M. BOWRING.
Light in darkness.
Were prisoned in life's narrow bound;
2 O, who could check the rising sigh?
What earthly thing could pleasure give? 0, who would venture then to die?
O, who could then endure to live?
From our divine religion given;
4 Bright is the golden sun above,
And beautiful the flowers that bloom;
680. L. M. BEARD'S COLL.
God's care our comfort.
In all our gloom, our wanderings here,
Man from thy notice, from thy care. 2 When disciplined by sore distress,
And led through paths of fear and woe, Say, dost thou love thy children less?
No! ever gracious Father,-no!
No night obscure thine endless day;