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The Gospel bears our spirits up,
HYMN 189. c. M. “ Be thou in the fear of the Lord all the day long." 1 THRICE happy souls, who, born from heaven,
While yet they sojourn here, Humbly begin their days with God,
And spend them in his fear.
Its incense to thy throne;
Our hearts be thine alone. 3 As sanctified to noblest ends,
Be each refreslıment sought;
Some wise instruction brought. 4 When to laborious duties call’d,
Or by teniptation tried,
And in thy strength confide. 5 As different scenes of life arise,
Our grateful hearts would be
In solitude with thee.
Lot all our days be past;
Nor shall we fear the last.
HYMN 190. L. M.
Their emptiness and poverty ;
in heaven. 2 Blest are the men of broken heart,
Who mourn for sin with inward smart;
A healing balm for all their woes.
Hunger and long for righteousness !
With living streams and living bread.
From the defiling power of sin;
A God of spotless purity. 5
are the sufferers who partake
HYMN 191. L.M. “Let your conversation be as it becometh the gospel of
Such let our conversation be;
Wisdom and meek simplicity.
And tempt our thoughts and tongues to strife,
O how benevolent and kind !
HYMN 192. c. m.
The grace of Christian love.
When those that love the Lord
When each can feel his brother's sigh,
And with him bear a part ;
And joy from heart to heart.
Our wishes all above,
And show a brother's love.
Through every bosom flows ;
In every action glows.
The happy souls above;
His bosom glow with love,
HYMN 193. 7s.
Prayer for humility.
HYMN 194. C. M.
The followers of the Lamb ?
Or blush to speak his name?
Increase our courage, Lord;
Supported by thy word.
Shall conquer, though they're slain;
And shall with Jesus reign.
When that illustrious day shall rise,
And all thine armies shine
HYMN 195. L. M.
Not ashamed of Christ. 1 JESUS! and shall it ever be,
A mortal man asham’d of thee? .
Whose glories shine through endless days ! 2 Asham'd of Jesus ! sooner far
Let evening blush to own a star;
O'er this benighted soul of mine.
On whom my hopes of heaven depend ;
That I no more revere his name. 4 Asham'd of Jesus !
No fears to quell, no soul to save. 5 Till then, nor is the boasting vain,
Till then I boast a Saviour slain :
HYMN 196. 8.8.6.
“ Follow me.” 1 LORD, make me faithful to thy call,
In heart still truly give up all,
Myself to thee resign:
Never thy will decline.