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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


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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.)
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,

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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