1 BEHOLD what wondrous grace 2 3 4 5 The Father has bestowed On sinners of a mortal race, To call them sons of God! 'Tis no surprising thing That we should be unknown; The Jewish world knew not their King, God's everlasting Son. Nor doth it yet appear How great we must be made; But when we see our Saviour here, A hope so much divine May trials well endure; May purge our souls from sense and sin, If in my Father's love I share a filial part, Send down thy Spirit, like a dove, 6 We would no longer lie Like slaves beneath the throne; Our faith shall Abba, Father, cry, And thou the kindred own. S. M. Watts. 411 Choosing the Service of God. Josh. xxiv. 15. L. M. H wretched souls who strive in vain, 1 A Slaves to the world, and slaves to sin; A nobler toil may I sustain, A nobler satisfaction win. 2 May I resolve with all my heart, With all my powers, to serve the Lord; Nor from his precepts e'er depart, Whose service is a rich reward. 3 Oh, be his service all my joy; Around let my example shine, 4 Be this the purpose of my soul, My solemn, my determined choice To yield to his supreme control, And in his kind commands rejoice. 5 Oh may I never faint nor tire, Nor, wandering, leave his sacred ways; Great God, accept my soul's desire, And give me strength to live thy praise. 1 OH, could I find, from day to day, A nearness to my God, Mrs. Steele. Then should my hours glide sweet away, 2 Lord, I desire with thee to live In joys the world can never give, 3 O Jesus, come and rule my heart, And make me wholly thine, That I may never more depart, Nor grieve thy love divine. 4 Thus, till my last expiring breath, And when my flesh dissolves in death, 413 Holy Life. Titus ii. 10, 13. 1 So let our lips and lives express The holy gospel we profess; So let our works and virtues shine, To prove the doctrine all divine. 2 Thus shall we best proclaim abroad The honors of our Saviour God; When his salvation reigns within, And grace subdues the power of sin. 3 Our flesh and sense must be deniedPassion and envy, lust and pride; C. M. While justice, temp'rance, truth, and love, 4 Religion bears our spirits up, L. M. Watts. 414 1 Christ our Pattern. AND is the gospel peace and love? Such let our conversation be; The serpent blended with the doveWisdom and meek simplicity. 2 Whene'er the angry passions rise, L. M. And tempt our thoughts and tongues to strife, To Jesus let us lift our eyes, Bright pattern of the Christian life. 4 Oh, how benevolent and kind! 415 1 GR The Children of God. RACE, like an uncorrupted seed, Immortal principles forbid The sons of God to sin. 2 Not by the terrors of a slave But with the noblest powers they have 3 They find access, at every hour, Mrs. Steele. Hence they derive a quickening power, 4 Oh happy souls! oh glorious state To dwell so near their Father's seat, 5 Lord, I address thy heavenly throne: Send down the Spirit of thy Son 6 There shed thy choicest loves abroad, C. M. Then shall I say, "My Father God," 416 1 Christ our Pattern. My dear Redeemer and my Lord, I read my duty in thy word; Watts. L.M. Watts. C. M. 1 THRICE happy souls, who, born of heaven, While yet they sojourn here, Humbly begin their days with God, And spend them in his fear. 2 So may our eyes with holy zeal Prevent the dawning day; 3 'Midst hourly cares may love present And, while the world our hands employs, 4 At night we lean our weary heads 5 In solid, pure delights, like these, Doddridge. 418 1 NOW Rising to God. OW let our souls, on wings sublim 2 Born by a new celestial birth, 4 Welcome, sweet hour of full discharge, 419 The broad and the narrow Way. 1 BROAD is the road that leads to death, thousands walk together there; But wisdom shows a narrow path, With here and there a traveller. 2"Deny thyself, and take thy cross," Is the Redeemer's great command: Nature must count her gold but dross, If she would gain this heavenly land. 3 The fearful soul that tires and faints, And walks the ways of God no more, Is but esteemed almost a saint, And makes his own destruction sure. 4 Lord, let not all my hopes be vain; Create my heart entirely new ; Which hypocrites could ne'er attain, Which false apostates never knew. 420 Vanity of worldly Good. 1 WHEN in the light of faith divine We look on things below, Honor and gold and sensual joy, Gibbons. L. M. Watts. C. M. |