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3 Let envy, child of hell,
Be banish'd far away;

Those should in strictest friendship dwell,
Who the same Lord obey.

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.

99. Afflictions and Death under Divine Providence.

Job v. 6-8. (C. M.)

1 NOT 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.)

INAKED as from the earth we came,

And crept to life at first,

We to the earth return again,
And mingle with our dust.

? 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.

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,
That 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.

6 Thy nature, gracious Lord, impart,
Come quickly from above,

Write thy new name upon my heart,
Thy new, best name of Love.

02.

1

SINCE

Resignation. (C. M.)

INCE all the downward tracks of time,
God's watchful eye surveys,

O who so wise to choose our lot,
And regulate our ways!

2 Assured of his wond'rous love,
Unmeasurably kind,

To his unerring gracious will,
Be every wish resign'd.

3 Good, when he gives, supremely good,
Nor less when he denies;
E'en crosses from his sov'reign hand,
Are blessings in disguise.

4 In thy fair book of life divine,
My God, inscribe my name;
There let it fill some humble place,
Beneath my Lord, the Lamb.

5 Thy saints, while ages roll away,
In endless fame survive;

Their glories o'er the wrongs of time,
Greatly triumphant live.

03.

The same. (C. M.)

1MY times of sorrow and of joy,

Great God, are in thy hand;

My choicest comforts come from thee,
And go at thy command.

? If thou shouldst take them all away,
Yet would I not repine;
Before they were possess'd by me,
They were entirely thine.

3 Nor would I drop a murm'ring word,
Though the whole world were gone;
But seek enduring happiness

In thee, and thee alone.

4 What is the world, with all its store?
"Tis but a bitter sweet;

When I attempt to pluck the rose,
A pricking thorn I meet.

5 Here perfect bliss can ne'er be found,
The honey's mix'd with gall:

'Midst changing scenes and dying friends, Be Thou my all in all.

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The same. (C. M.)

LORD, my best desires fulfil,
And help me to resign

Life, health, and comfort, to thy will,
And make thy pleasures mine.

2 Why should I shrink at thy command,
Whose love forbids my fears?
Or tremble at thy gracious hand,
That wipes away my tears?

3 No, let me rather freely yield
What most I prize to thee;
Who never hast a good withheld,
Or wilt withhold from me.

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