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Teach us, O thou heavenly King,
Thus to show our grateful mind,
Thus the accepted offering bring,
Love to thee, and all mankind.

Watts.

91.

L. M.
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 honours of our Savior, God,
When his salvation reigns within,

And grace subdues the power of sin. 3 Our flesh and sense must be denied,

Passion and envy, lust and pride ;
While justice, temperance, truth and love,
Our inward piety approve.

92.

L. M.

SCOTT.

1 Tuuplifted eye, and bended knee,

Are but vain homage ,Lord, to thee:
In vain our lips thy praise prolong,

The heart a stranger to the song:
2 Can rites, and forms, and flaming zeal

The breaches of thy precepts heal ?
Or fasts and penance reconcile
Thy justice, and obtain thy smile?

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3 The pure, the humble, contrite mind,

Sincere, and to thy will resigned,
To thee a nobler offering yields,

Than Sheba's groves, or Sharon's fields.
4 Love God and man —this great command

Doth on eternal pillars stand ;
This did thine ancient prophets teach,
And this thy well-beloved preach.

93.

L. M.

REF. LITURGY.

1 If high or low our station be,

Of noble or ignoble name,
By uncorrupt integrity,

Thy blessing Lord we humbly claim.
2 The upright man no want shall fear;

Thy providence shall be his trust;
Thou wilt provide his portion here,

Thou friend and guardian of the just.
3 May we, with most sincere delight,

To all the test of duty pay;
Regardful of each social right,
Obedient to thy righteous sway.

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94.

C. M.
I Let Pharisees of high esteem

Their faith and zeal declare,
All their religion is a dream,

If love be wanting there.
2 Love suffers long with patient eye,

Nor is provoked in haste ;
She lets the present injury die,

And long forgets the past.

3 She lays her own advantage by,

To seek her neighbor's good;
So God's own Son came down to die,

And save us by his blood.
4 Love is the grace that keeps her power

In all the realms above;
There faith and hope are known no more,

But saints forever love.

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95.

L. M.

WATTS. 1 Thus saith the first, the great command,

· Let all thy inward powers unite
To love thy Maker and thy God,

With sacred fervor and delight.
2 · Then shall thy neighbor next in place,

Share thine affections and esteem;
And let thy kindness to thyself

Define and rule thy love to him.'
3 This is the sense that Moses spoke,

This did the prophets preach and prove;
For want of this the law is broke,

Aud all the law's fulfill’d by love.
4 But 0, how base our passions are !

How cold our charity and zeal !
Lord, fill our souls with heavenly fire,
Or we shall ne'er perform thy will.

96.

C. M.

Cobb's Col. 1 Who is thy neighbor ? he whom thou

Hast power to aid or bless;
Whose aching heart or burning brow

Thy soothing hand may press.

2 Thy neighbor ? 'tis the fainting poor,

Whose eye with want is dim;
O, enter thou his humble door,

With aid and peace for him.
3 Thy neighbor ? 'tis the weary slave,

Fettered in mind and limb;
He hath no hope this side the grave;

Go thou, and ransom him.
4 Thy neighbor ? pass no mourner by ;

Perhaps thou canst redeem
A breaking heart from misery;

Go, share thy lot with him.

97.

C. M.

NEEDHAM. 1 Happy the man, whose cautious steps

Still keep the golden mean;
Whose life, by wisdom's rules well formed,

Declares a conscience clean. 2 What blessings bounteous Heaven bestows,

He takes with thankful heart;
With temp'rance he both eats and drinks,

And gives the poor a part.
3 To sect or party his large soul

Disdains to be confined ;
The good he loves of every name,

And prays for all mankind.
4 His business is to keep his heart;

Each passion to control;
Nobly ambitious well to rule

The empire of his soul.
5 Not on the world his heart is set,

His treasure is above;
Nor aught beneath the sovereign good

Can claim his highest love.

VI. MEEKNESS AND HUMILITY.

98.

L. M.

ENFIELD. 1 WHEREFORE should man, frail child of clay,

Who from the cradle to the shroud,
Lives but the insect of a day-

O why should mortal man be proud ? 2 Follies and crimes, a countless sum,

Are crowded in life's little span :
How ill, alas, does pride become

That erring, guilty creature, man!
3 God of my life, Father divine !

Give me a meek and lowly mind :
In modest worth, O let me shine,
And peace in humble virtue find.

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1 'BLEST are the meek,' he said,

Whose doctrine is divine;
The humble-minded earth possess,

And bright in heaven shall shine. 2 The God of peace is theirs;

They own his gracious sway ;
And yielding all their wills to him,

His sovereign laws obey.

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