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2 If I love, why am I thus ?

Why this dull and lifeless frame?
Hardly, sure, can they be worse,

Who have never heard his name! 3 When I turn my eyes within,

All is dark, and vain, and wild;
Fill'd with unbelief and sin,

Can I deem myself a child ?
4 Yet I mourn my stubborn will,

Find my sin, a grief, and thrall;
Should I grieve for what I feel,

If I did not love at all ?
5 Could I joy his saints to meet,

Choose the ways I once abhorr'd,
Find, at times, the promise sweet,

If I did not love the Lord ?
6 Lord, decide the doubtful case!

Thou who art thy people's Sun;
Shine upon thy work of grace,

If it be indeed begun.
7 Let me love thee more and more,

If I love at all, I pray ;
If I have not lov'd before,
Help me to begin to day.

596. The same. (C. M.) 1 HARK, my soul ! it is the Lord;

'Tis thy Saviour, hear his word; Jesus speaks, and speaks to thee;

Say, poor sinner, lov'st thou me?"

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2 I deliver'd thee when bound,

And, when wounded, heal'd thy wound;
Sought thee wand'ring, set thee right,

Turn'd thy darkness into light. 3 Can a woman's tender care,

Cease towards the child she bare ?
Yes, she may forgetful be,

Yet will I remember thee.
4. “Mine is an unchanging love,
Higher than the heights above;
Deeper than the depths beneath,

Free and faithful, strong as death. 5 Thou shalt see my glory soon, When the work of

grace

is done ; Partner of

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throne shalt be, Say, poor sinner, lov'st thou me ?” 6 Lord, it is my chief complaint,

That my love is weak and faint ;
Yet I love thee and adore,
Oh for grace to love thee more.

97. Christian Love. Gal. iii. 28. (S. M.)
1 LET party names no more

The Christian world o’erspread :
Gentile and Jew, and bond and free,

Are one in Christ their Head. 2 Among the saints on earth,

Let mutual love be found;
Heirs of the same inheritance,
With mutual blessings crown'd.

3 Let envy, child of hell,

Be banish'd far away ;
Those should in strictest friendship dwell,

Who the same Lord obey.
4 Thus will the church below,

Resemble that above,
Where streams of pleasure ever flow,

And every heart is love.

598. The same. (P. M.)
1
JESUS, Lord, we look to thee,

Let us in thy name agree;
Show thyself the Prince of Peace,

Bid all jars for ever cease. 2 By thy reconciling love,

Ev'ry stumbling-block remove;
Each to each unite, endear;

Come, and spread thy banner here.
3 Make us of one heart and mind,

Courteous, pitiful, and kind :
Lowly, meek, in thought and word,

Altogether like our Lord.
4 Let us for each other care,

Each another's burden bear;
To thy church the pattern give,

Show how true believers live.
5 Let us then with joy remove,

To thy family above;
On the wings of angels fly,
Show how true believers die.

599. Aflictions and Death under Divine Providence.

Job v. 6-8. (C. M.)
OT from the dust affliction grows, ,

Nor troubles rise by chance ;
Yet we are born to care and woes,

A sad inheritance.
2 As sparks break out from burning coals,

And still are upwards borne,
So grief is rooted in our souls,

And man grows up to mourn.
3 Yet with my God I leave my cause,

And trust his promis'd grace ;
He rules me by his well-known laws

Of love and righteousness.
4 Not all the pains that e'er I bore,

Shall spoil my future peace,
For death and hell can do no more

Than what my Father please. 00. Submission to afflictive Providence. Job i. 21.

(C. M.) 1 AKED as from the earth we came,

And crept to life at first, * We to the earth return again,

And mingle with our dust.
2 The dear delights we here enjoy,

And fondly call our own,
Are but short favours, borrow'd now,

To be repaid anon.
} 'Tis God that lifts our comforts high,

Or sinks them in the grave;
He gives, and (blessed be his name !)
He takes but what he gave.

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4 Peace, all our angry passions, then,

Let each rebellious sigh
Be silent at his sov'reign will,
And

every murmur die.
5 If smiling mercy crown our lives,

Its praises shall be spread,
And we'll adore the justice too,

Tbat strikes our comforts dead. 601.

A resigned and submissive Heart.

Psalm cxix. 80. (C. M.) 10

FOR a heart to praise my God!

A heart from sin set free,
A heart that's sprinkled with the blood,

So freely spilt for me!
2 A heart resign'd, submissive, meek,

My dear Redeemer's throne,
Where only Christ is heard to speak,

Where Jesus reigns alone.
3 A humble, lowly, contrite heart,

Believing, true, and clean,
Which neither life, nor death, can part

From him that dwells within.
4 A heart in every thought renew'd,

And fill'd with love divine,
Devout, and right, and pure, and good,

A copy, Lord, of thine.
5 Thy tender heart is still the same,

And melts at human woe:
Jesus, for thee distress'd I am,

I want thy love to know.

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