376. L. M.

A Conversation becoming the Gospel. Tit. ii. 10-13. 1 WHEN Jesus, our great Master, came To teach us in his Father's name, In every act, in every thought, He lived the precepts which he taught. 2 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.

3 Thus shall we best proclaim abroad
The honours of Almighty God;
When his salvation reigns within,
And grace subdues the power of sin.

4 Our flesh and sense must be denied,
Passion and envy, lust and pride;

While justice, temperance, truth, and love,
Our inward piety approve.

5 What though we drink of sorrow's cup-
Religion bears our spirits up;

Hope waits the coming of the Lord,
And faith stands leaning on his word.

377. C. M.

Watts.

'He healeth the broken in Heart, and bindeth up their Wounds'

Ps. cxlvii. 3.

1 WHEN reft of all, and hopeless care
Would sink us to the tomb,

What power shall save us from despair,
What, dissipate the gloom?

2 No balm that earthly plants distil
Can sooth the mourner's smart;
No mortal hand, with lenient skill,
Bind up the broken heart.

3 But One alone, who reigns above,
Our wo to joy can turn,

And light the lamp of life and love
That long has ceased to burn.

4 Then, O my soul! to that One flee,
To God thy woes reveal;
alone thy wounds can see,
His power alone can heal.

His eye

378. c. M.

+ Drummond.

Hope in the Divine Mercy.

1 WHEN rising from the bed of death,
O'erwhelmed with guilt and fear,
I see my Maker face to face,
O how shall I appear!

2 If now, while pardon may be found,
And mercy may be sought,

My heart with inward horror shrinks,
And trembles at the thought,-

3 When thou, O Lord! shalt stand disclosed In majesty severe,

And sit in judgment on my soul,

O how shall I appear!

4 But there's forgiveness, Lord! with thee:

Thy nature is benign;

Thy pardoning mercy I implore,
For mercy, Lord! is thine.

5 O let thy boundless mercy shine
On my benighted soul,

Correct my passions, mend my heart,
And all my fears control!

6 And may I taste thy richer grace
In that decisive hour,

When Christ to judgment shall descend,
And time shall be no more.

379. c. M.

Addison.

• This Mortal shall put on Immortality.' 1 Cor. xv. 1 WHEN the last trumpet's awful voice This rending earth shall shake;

52-58.

The opening graves shall yield their charge,
And dust to life awake:

2 Those bodies that corrupted fell,

Shall incorrupted rise;

And mortal forms shall spring to life,
Immortal in the skies.

3 Behold! what heavenly prophets sung
Is now at last fulfilled;

That death should yield his ancient reign,
And, vanquished, quit the field.

4 Let faith exalt her joyful voice,
Let hope exulting sing:

O grave! where is thy triumph now?
Ŏ death! where is thy sting?

5 Our God, whose name be ever blessed!
Disarms that foe we dread,

And makes us conquerors when we die,
Through Christ, our living Head.

6 Then steadfast let us still remain,
Though dangers rise around;
And in the work prescribed by God,
Yet more and more abound.

+ Scotch Paraphrases, alt'd.

380. c. M.

Comfort in Sickness and Death.

1 WHEN Sickness shakes the languid frame,
Each dazzling pleasure flies;
Phantoms of bliss no more obscure
Our long-deluded eyes.

2 Their frail support deceives no more
When death his sceptre shows,
And nature faints beneath the weight
Of complicated woes.

3 The tottering frame of mortal life
Shall crumble into dust;

Nature shall faint, but learn, my soul!
On nature's God to trust.

4 The man, whose pious heart is fixed
On his all-gracious God,
In every frown may comfort find,
And kiss the chastening rod.

5 Nor him shall death itself alarm;
On heaven his soul relies;

With joy he views his Maker's love,
And with composure dies.

Heginbotham.

381. L. M.

Humility.

1 WHEREFORE should man, frail child of clay, Who, from the cradle to the shroud, Lives but the insect of a day,— Oh! why should mortal man be proud? 2 His brightest visions just appear, Then vanish, and no more are found; The stateliest pile his pride can rear, A breath may level with the ground. 3 By doubt perplexed, in error lost, With trembling step he seeks his way; How vain of wisdom's gift the boast! Of reason's lamp how faint the ray! 4 Follies and crimes, a countless sum, Are crowded in life's little span : How ill, alas! does pride become That erring, guilty creature, man! 5 God of our lives! Father divine! Give us a meek and lowly mind; In modest worth, O may we shine, peace in humble virtue find!

And

382. C. M.

Enfield.

Love the most excellent of Christian Graces. 1 Cor. xiii. 4.

1 WHERE love with other graces reigns,
The mind is truly blessed;

For love, the noblest of the train,
Aids and exalts the rest.