1 BEHOLD what wondrous grace

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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,
We shall be like our Head.

A hope so much divine

May trials well endure;

May purge our souls from sense and sin,
As Christ, the Lord, is pure.

If in my Father's love

I share a filial part,

Send down thy Spirit, like a dove,
To rest upon my heart.

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,
Till others love the bless'd employ,
And join in labors so divine.

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,

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Then should my hours glide sweet away,
Nor sin nor fear intrude.

2 Lord, I desire with thee to live
Anew from day to day;

In joys the world can never give,
Nor ever take away.

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,
Thy goodness I'll adore;

And when my flesh dissolves in death,
My soul shall love thee more.

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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;

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While justice, temp'rance, truth, and love,
Our inward piety approve.

4 Religion bears our spirits up,
While we expect that blessed hope-
The bright appearance of the Lord-
And faith stands leaning on his word.

L. M.

Watts.

414

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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,

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And tempt our thoughts and tongues to strife, To Jesus let us lift our eyes,

Bright pattern of the Christian life.
3 Dispensing good where'er he came,
The labors of his life were love;
Then, if we bear the Saviour's name,
By his example let us move.

4 Oh, how benevolent and kind!
How mild, how ready to forgive!
Be this the temper of our mind,
And these the rules by which we live.

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GR

The Children of God.

RACE, like an uncorrupted seed,
Abides and reigns within;

Immortal principles forbid

The sons of God to sin.

2 Not by the terrors of a slave
Do they perform his will,

But with the noblest powers they have
His sweet commands fulfill.

3 They find access, at every hour,
To God within the vail:

Mrs. Steele.

Hence they derive a quickening power,
And joys that never fail.

4 Oh happy souls! oh glorious state
Of overflowing grace!

To dwell so near their Father's seat,
And see his lovely face!

5 Lord, I address thy heavenly throne:
Call me a child of thine;

Send down the Spirit of thy Son
To form my heart divine.

6 There shed thy choicest loves abroad,
And make my comforts strong;

C. M.

Then shall I say, "My Father God,"
With an unwav'ring tongue.

416

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Christ our Pattern.

My dear Redeemer and my Lord,

I read my duty in thy word;
But in thy life the law appears,
Drawn out in living characters.
2 Such was thy truth, and such thy zeal,
Such deference to thy Father's will,
Such love, and meekness so divine-
I would transcribe and make them mine.
3 Cold mountains and the midnight air
Witnessed the fervor of thy prayer;
The desert thy temptations knew,
Thy conflict, and thy victory too.
4 Be thou my pattern; make me bear
More of thy gracious image here;
Then God, the Judge, shall own my name
Among the followers of the Lamb.

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;
And turn the sacred pages o'er,
And praise thy name, and pray,

3 'Midst hourly cares may love present
Its incense to thy throne;

And, while the world our hands employs,
Our hearts be thine alone.

4 At night we lean our weary heads
On thy paternal breast;
And, safely folded in thy arms,
Resign our powers to rest.

5 In solid, pure delights, like these,
Let all my days be passed;
Nor shall I then impatient wish,
Nor shall I fear the last.

Doddridge.

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NOW

Rising to God.

OW let our souls, on wings sublim
Rise from the vanities of time;
Draw back the parting vail, and see
The glories of eternity.

2 Born by a new celestial birth,
Why should we grovel here on earth?
Why grasp at transitory toys,
So near to heaven's eternal joys?
3 Shall aught beguile us on the road,
When we are walking back to God?
For strangers into life we come,
And dying is but going home.

4 Welcome, sweet hour of full discharge,
That sets our longing souls at large;
Unbinds our chains, breaks up our cell,
And gives us with our God to dwell.

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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.

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Vanity of worldly Good.

1 WHEN in the light of faith divine

We look on things below,

Honor and gold and sensual joy,
How vain and dangerous too!

Gibbons.

L. M.

Watts.

C. M.