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The kingdom of God is within you."
1 Lord, let thy kingdom come!

Let thy good Spirit find
A calm abode, a peaceful home,

A temple, in our mind. 2 In us reveal thy laws,

And teach us all thy will,
That we, devoted to thy cause,

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;
And may our every grace improve,

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.

The Christian.
1 Honor and happiness unite

To make the Christian's name a praise;
How fair the scene, how clear the light,

That fills the remnant of his days ! 2 A kingly character he bears;

No change his priestly office knows;
Unfading is the crown he wears;

His joys can never reach a close.
3 Adorned with glory from on high,

Salvation shines upon his face;
His robe is of ethereal dye;

His steps are dignity and grace. 4 The noblest creature seen below,

Ordained to fill a throne above,
God gives him all he can bestow-
His kingdom of eternal love.


Earth's broken ties.
1 0 who in such a world as this

Could bear their lot of pain,
Did not one radiant hope of bliss

Unclouded yet remain ?

That hope the sovereign Lord has given,

Who reigns above the skies;
Hope that unites our souls to heaven

By faith's endearing ties.
2 Each care, each ill of mortal birth,

Is sent in pitying love
To lift the lingering heart from earth,

And speed its flight above.
And every pang that wrings the breast,

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."
1 Deem not that they are blest alone,

Whose days a peaceful tenor keep;
The God, who loves our race, has shown

A blessing for the eyes that weep. . 2 The light of smiles shall fill again

The lids that overflow with tears,
And many hours of woe and pain

Are earnests of serener years.
3 O, there are days of hope and rest,

For every dark and troubled night!
And grief may bide an evening guest,

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,
Hope that a brighter, happier sphere,
Will give him to thy arms again.

5 Our Father marks each anguished day,

And numbers every secret tear;
And heaven's long age of bliss shall pay,
For all his children suffer here.

678. L. M. 61. H. WARE, JR.

(Written in sickness, March, 1836.)

Prayer for peace in God.
1 Father, thy gentle chastisement

Falls kindly on my burdened soul ;
I see its merciful intent,

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;
For often virtuous feelings glow,

And holy purposes arise, -
But like the morning clouds decay,

As empty, though as fair, as they. 3 Forgive the weakness I deplore;

And let thy peace abound in me;
That I may trust myself no more,

But wholly cast myself on thee :
Oh ! let my Father's strength be mine,
And my devoted life be thine.

679. L. M. BOWRING.

Light in darkness.
1 If all our hopes and all our fears

Were prisoned in life's narrow bound;
If, travellers through this vale of tears,
We saw no better world beyond;

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?
3 And such were life, without the ray

From our divine religion given;
'Tis this that makes our darkness day;
'Tis this that makes our earth a heaven.

4 Bright is the golden sun above,

And beautiful the flowers that bloom;
And all is joy, and all is love,
Reflected from a world to come.

680. L. M. BEARD'S COLL.

God's care our comfort.
1 Oh, sweet it is to know, to feel,

In all our gloom, our wanderings here,
No night of sorrow can conceal

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!
3 No distance can outreach thine eye,

No night obscure thine endless day;
Be this my comfort when I sigh,
Be this my safeguard when I stray.


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