Teach us, O thou heavenly King, Watts. 91. L. M. The holy gospel we profess; To prove the doctrine all divine. The honours of our Savior, God, And grace subdues the power of sin. 3 Our flesh and sense must be denied, Passion and envy, lust and pride ; 92. L. M. SCOTT. 1 Tuuplifted eye, and bended knee, Are but vain homage ,Lord, to thee: The heart a stranger to the song: The breaches of thy precepts heal ? 3 The pure, the humble, contrite mind, Sincere, and to thy will resigned, Than Sheba's groves, or Sharon's fields. Doth on eternal pillars stand ; 93. L. M. REF. LITURGY. 1 If high or low our station be, Of noble or ignoble name, Thy blessing Lord we humbly claim. Thy providence shall be his trust; Thou friend and guardian of the just. To all the test of duty pay; 94. C. M. Their faith and zeal declare, If love be wanting there. Nor is provoked in haste ; And long forgets the past. 3 She lays her own advantage by, To seek her neighbor's good; And save us by his blood. In all the realms above; But saints forever love. 95. L. M. WATTS. 1 Thus saith the first, the great command, · Let all thy inward powers unite With sacred fervor and delight. Share thine affections and esteem; Define and rule thy love to him.' This did the prophets preach and prove; Aud all the law's fulfill’d by love. How cold our charity and zeal ! 96. C. M. Cobb's Col. 1 Who is thy neighbor ? he whom thou Hast power to aid or bless; Thy soothing hand may press. 2 Thy neighbor ? 'tis the fainting poor, Whose eye with want is dim; With aid and peace for him. Fettered in mind and limb; Go thou, and ransom him. Perhaps thou canst redeem Go, share thy lot with him. 97. C. M. NEEDHAM. 1 Happy the man, whose cautious steps Still keep the golden mean; Declares a conscience clean. 2 What blessings bounteous Heaven bestows, He takes with thankful heart; And gives the poor a part. Disdains to be confined ; And prays for all mankind. Each passion to control; The empire of his soul. His treasure is above; 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, O why should mortal man be proud ? 2 Follies and crimes, a countless sum, Are crowded in life's little span : That erring, guilty creature, man! Give me a meek and lowly mind : 1 'BLEST are the meek,' he said, Whose doctrine is divine; And bright in heaven shall shine. 2 The God of peace is theirs; They own his gracious sway ; His sovereign laws obey. |