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.

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NO. 57. L. M. WATTS. 1 Cor. 13. Religion vain without Love.

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ADI the tongues of Greeks and Jews, And nobler speech, than angels use, If love be absent, I am found,

Like tinkling brass, an empty sound. 2. Were I inspired to preach and tell

All, that is done in heav'n and hell;
Or could my faith the world remove,
Still I am nothing without love.
3. Should I distribute all my store,
To feed the bowels of the poor,
Or give my body to the flame,
Te gain a martyr's glorious name;
4. If love to God and love to men

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Be absent, all my hopes are vain; Nor tongues, nor gifts, nor fiery zeal, The works of love can e'er fulfil.

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NO. 58. C. M. WATTS.
A living and a dead Faith.
ISTAKEN souls! that dream of
heav'n,

And make their empty boast
Of inward joys and sins forgiv❜n,
While they are slaves to lust.

2. Vain are our fancies, airy flights,
If faith be cold and dead;
None but a living pow'r unites

To Christ, the living head.

3. 'Tis faith, that changes all the heart;
"Tis faith, that works by love;
That bids all sinful joys depart,

And lifts the thoughts above.

4. 'Tis faith, that conquers earth and hell,
By a celestial pow'r;

This is the grace, that shall prevail,
In the decisive hour.

Salvation from his healing leaves.

That righteous branch, that fruitful bough, Is David's root and offspring too.

5. Is he a rose? Not Sharon yields
Such fragrancy in all her fields.
Or if the lily he assume,

The valleys bless the rich perfame.
6. Is he a vine? His heav'nly root
Supplies the boughs with life and fruit.
O let a lasting union join

My soul to Christ, the living vine!
7. Is he the head? Each member lives,
And owns the vital pow'r, he gives;
The saints below, and saints above,
Join'd by his Spirit and his love.
3. Is he a fountain? There I bathe,
And heal the plague of sin and death.
These waters all my soul renew,
And cleanse my spotted garments too.
9. Is he a fire? He'll purge my dross;
But the true gold sustains no loss;
Like a refiner, shall he sit,
And tread the refuse with his feet.
10. Is he a rock? How firm he proves!
The rock of ages never moves.

Yet the sweet streams, that from him flow,
Attend us all the desert through.

11. Is he a way? He leads to God;
The path is drawn in lines of blood.
There would I walk with hope and zeal,
"Till I arrive at Sion's hill.

12. Is he a door? I'll enter in ;
Behold the pastures large and green;
A paradise divinely fair;

None but the sheep have freedom there. 13. Is he design'd a corner stone,

For men to build their heav'n upon?
I'll make him my foundation too;
Nor fear the plots of hell below.
14. Is he a temple? I adore

Th' indwelling majesty and pow'r;
And still to his most holy place,
When e'er I pray, I turn my face.
15. Is he a star? He breaks the night,
Piercing the shades with dawning light!
I know his glories from afar;

I know the bright, the morning star. 16. Is he a sun? His beams are grace, His course is joy and righteousness. Nations rejoice, when he appears,

To chase their clouds, and dry their tears. 17. O let me climb those higher skies, Where storms and darkness never rise! There he displays his pow'rs abroad, And shines and reigns th' incarnate God. 18. Nor earth, nor seas, nor sun, nor stars, Nor heav'n, his full resemblance bears; His beauties we can never trace, "Till we behold him face to face.

NO. 60. P. M. 6, 6, 6, 6, 4, 4, 4, 4. WATTS.|

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Titles of Christ.

ITH cheerful voice, I sing
The titles of my Lord,

And borrow all the names

Of honor from his word.

Nature and art

Can ne'er supply
Sufficient forms
Of majesty.

2. In Jesus, we behold,
His Father's glorious face,
Shining forever bright,
With mild and lovely rays.
Th' eternal God's
Eternal Son
Inherits and

Partakes the throne.

3. The sov'reign King of kings,
The Lord of lords most high,
Writes his own name upon
His garment and his thigh,
Ilis name is call'd

The Word of God,
He rules the earth
With iron rod.

4. When promises and grace
Can neither melt nor move,
The angry Lamb resents
The inj'ries of his love;
Awakes his wrath
Without delay,

As lions roar,

And tear the prey.

5. But when for works of peace,
The great Redeemer comes,
What gentle characters,
What titles he assumes!
Light of the world,
And life of men ;
Nor will he bear

Those names in vain.

6. Immense compassion reigns
In our Immanuel's heart,
When he descends to act
A Mediator's part,
He is a friend,

And brother too,
Divinely kind,
Divinely true.

7. At length, the Lord, the Judge,

His awful throne ascends,
And drives the rebels far
From favorites and friends.
Then shall the saints
Completely prove,
The heights and depths
Of all his love.

1.

WHY

NO. 61. C. M. WATTS.

Death and burial of a saint.

do we mourn departing friends, Or shake, at death's alarms? 'Tis but the voice, that Jesus sends, To call them to his arms.

2. Are we not tending upward too,

As fast, as time can move?

Nor would we wish the hours more slow,
To keep us from our love.

3. Why should we tremble, to convey
Their bodies to the tomb?

There the dear flesh of Jesus lay,
And left a long perfume.

4. The graves of all the saints he bless'd,
And soften'd ev'ry bed.

Where should the dying members rest,
But with the dying Head?

5. Thence he arose, ascended high,
And shew'd our feet the way.
Up to the Lord, our flesh shall fly,
At the great rising day.

6. Then let the last loud trumpet sound,
And bid our kindred rise;
Awake, ye nations under ground,
Ye saints, ascend the skies.

NO. 62. C. M. WATTS.
Complaining of spiritual Sloth.

Y drowsy pow'rs, why sleep ye so?

M Awake, my sluggish soul!

Nothing has half thy work to do;
Yet nothing's half so dull.

2. The little ants, for one poor grain,
Labor, and tug, and strive.

Yet we, who have a heav'n t' obtain,
How negligent we live!

3. We, for whose sake all nature stands,
And stars their courses move,

We, for whose guard the angel bands
Come flying from above;

4. We, for whom God the Son came down, And labor'd for our good;

How careless to secure that crown,
He purchas'd with his blood!

5. Lord, shall we lie so sluggish still,
And never act our parts!

Come, holy Dove, from th' heav'nly hill,
And sit, and warm our hearts.

6. Then shall our active spirits move;
Upward our souls shall rise;

With hands of faith, and wings of love,
We'll fly, and take the prize.

NO. 63. C. M. WATTS.
Breathing after the Spirit.

1. COME, Holy Spirit, heav'nly Dove.

With all thy quick'ning pow'rs,

Kindle a flame of sacred love

In these cold hearts of our

2. Look, how we grovel here below,
Fond of these trifling toys;
Our souls can neither fly nor gc,
To reach eternal joys.

3. In vain we tune our formal songs;
In vain we strive to rise;
Hosannas languish on our tongues;
And our devotion dies.

4. Dear Lord! and shall we ever lie At this poor dying rate?

Our love so faint, so cold to thee,

And thine to us, so great? 5. Come, Holy Spirit, heav'nly Dove, With all thy quick'ning pow'rs, Come, shed abroad a Savior's love; And that shall kindle ours.

NO. 64. L. M. WATTS. Superior Excellence of Christ. TOW to the Lord, a noble song!

tongue;

Hosanna to th' eternal name;
And all his boundless love proclaim.
2. See, where it shines in Jesus' face,
The brightest image of his grace;
God, in the person of his Son,
Has all his mightiest works out-done.
3. The spacious earth, and spreading flood,
Proclaim the wise, the pow'rful God;
And thy rich glories from afar
Sparkle in ev'ry rolling star.
4. But in his looks, a glory stands,
The noblest labor of thine hands;
The pleasing lustre of his eyes
Out-shines the wonders of the skies..
5. Grace! 'tis a sweet, a charming theme.
My thoughts rejoice at Jesus' name!
Ye angels, dwell upon the sound;
Ye heav'ns, reflect it to the ground!
6. Oh, may I live, to reach the place,
Where he unveils his lovely face!
Where all his beauties you behold,
And sing his name to harps of gold!

NO. 65. C. M. WATTS.
Misery of the Irreligious.
TO, I shall envy them no more,
Who grow profanely great;
Though they increase their golden store,
And rise to wond'rous height.

2. They taste of all the joys that grow
Upon this earthly clod.

Well, they may search the creature through;

For they have ne'er a God;

3. Shake off the thoughts of dying too,
And think your life your own;
But death comes hast'ning on to you,
To mow your glory down.

14. Yes, you must bow your stately head, Away your spirit flies;

And no kind angel near your bed,

To bear it to the skies.

5. Go now, and boast of all your stores,
And tell, how bright they shine.
Your heaps of glit'ring dust are yours;
And my Redeemer's mine.

NO. 66. C. M. WATTS.
The Scriptures.

1. LADEN with guilt, and full of fears, I fly to thee, my Lord;

And not a glimpse of hope appears,

But in thy written word.

2. The volume of my father's grace
Does all my grief assuage.
Here I behold my Savior's face,
Almost in ev'ry page.

3. This is the field, where hidden lies
The pearl of price unknown.
That merchant is divinely wise,
Who makes the pearl his own.

4. Here consecrated water flows,

To quench my thirst of sin;
Here the fair tree of knowledge grows;
No danger dwells therein.

5. This is the Judge, that ends the strife,
Where wit and reason fail;
My guide to everlasting life,

Through all this gloomy vale.

6. Oh! may thy counsels, mighty God,
My roving feet command;
Nor I forsake the happy road,
That leads to thy right hand.

MEDLEY. Luke 2: 14.

The Birth of Christ.

MORTALS, awake, with angels join,

And chant the solemn lay;

Joy, love and gratitude combine,

To hail th' auspicious day.
2. In heav'n, the rapt'rous song began,
And sweet seraphic fire

Through all the shining legions ran,
And tun'd the golden lyre.

it flew ;

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Redeemer, brother, friend!

Though earth and time and life should fail. Thy praise shall never end.

NO. 74. S. M. RYLAND. Heb. 3:16.

Saints distinguished above Angels.

Yhe honors of your king;

E saints, proclaim abroad,

To Jesus, your incarnate God,
Your songs of praises sing.

2. Not angels round the throne

Of majesty above,

Are half so much oblig'd, as we,

To our Immanuel's love.

3. They never sunk so low;

They are not rais'd so high;

They never knew such depths of woe, Such heights of majesty.

4. Less favor'd were the pow'rs,

Who in his image stood;

Their crowns are cheaper far than ours; Nor cost the Lamb his blood.

5. The Savior did not join

Their nature to his own;

For them, he shed no blood divine,
Nor breath'd a single groan.

6. May we with angels vie, The Savior to adore;

Our debts are greater far than theirs; O be our praises more!

NO. 75. L. M. S

The Unknown World.

1. That unknown world, we're hast ning BY what glimm'ring light, we view

to!

God hath lock'd up the mystic page, And curtain'd darkness round the stage. 2. We talk of heav'n, we talk of hell; But what they mean, no tongue can tell! Heav'n is the realm, where angels are, And hell, the chaos of despair. 3. But what these awful words imply, None of us know, before we die! Whether we will, or not - we must Take the succeeding world on trust. 4. Swift flies the soul-perhaps 'tis gone Ten thousand leagues beyond the sun; Or twice ten thousand more, thrice told, Ere the forsaken clay is cold.

5. But ah! no notices they give,

Nor tell us, where, or how, they live; Though conscious, while with us below, How much themselves desir'd to know; 6. As if bound up by solemn fate, To keep this secret of their state, To tell their joys or pains to none, That man may live by faith alone. 7 Well!-let our Sov'reign, if he please, Lock up his marvellous decrees. Why should we wish him to reveal What he thinks proper to conceal? 3. It is enough, that we believe Heav'n's brighter far, than we conceive; And O may God our souls prepare,

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To meet and bless and praise him there.

NO. 76. 7's. NEWTON.
The Two Malefactors.

OV'REIGN grace has pow'r alone
To subdue a heart of stone;

And the moment, grace is felt,
Then the hardest heart will melt.

2. When the Lord was crucifi'd,

Two transgressors with him died,
One, with vile blaspheming tongue,
Scoff'd at Jesus, as he hung.

3. Thus he spent his wicked breath,
In the very jaws of death;
Perish'd, as too many do,

With the Savior in his view.
4. But the other, touch'd with grace,
Saw the danger of his case;
Faith receiv'd, to own the Lord,
Whom the scribes and priests abhor'd.