3 Let envy, child of hell, Those should in strictest friendship dwell, Thus will the church below, Resemble that above, Where streams of pleasure ever flow, 598. The same. (P.M.) 1 JESUS, Lord, we look to thee, Let us in thy name agree; Show thyself the Prince of Peace, 2 By thy reconciling love, Ev'ry stumbling-block remove; 3 Make us of one heart and mind, 4 Let us for each other care, 5 Let us then with joy remove, On the wings of angels fly, 99. Afflictions and Death under Divine Providence. Job v. 6-8. (C. M.) 1 NOT from the dust affliction grows, Yet we are born to care and woes, 2 As sparks break out from burning coals, 3 Yet with my God I leave my cause, 4 Not all the pains that e'er I bore, 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, ? The dear delights we here enjoy, Are but short favours, borrow'd now, ''Tis God that lifts our comforts high, 4 Peace, all our angry passions, then, 5 If smiling mercy crown our lives, 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, 2 A heart resign'd, submissive, meek, 3 A humble, lowly, contrite heart, 4 A heart in every thought renew'd, 5 Thy tender heart is still the same, 6 Thy nature, gracious Lord, impart, Write thy new name upon my heart, 02. 1 SINCE Resignation. (C. M.) INCE all the downward tracks of time, O who so wise to choose our lot, 2 Assured of his wond'rous love, To his unerring gracious will, 3 Good, when he gives, supremely good, 4 In thy fair book of life divine, 5 Thy saints, while ages roll away, Their glories o'er the wrongs of time, 03. The same. (C. M.) 1MY times of sorrow and of joy, Great God, are in thy hand; My choicest comforts come from thee, ? If thou shouldst take them all away, 3 Nor would I drop a murm'ring word, In thee, and thee alone. 4 What is the world, with all its store? When I attempt to pluck the rose, 5 Here perfect bliss can ne'er be found, 'Midst changing scenes and dying friends, Be Thou my all in all. 604. The same. (C. M.) LORD, my best desires fulfil, Life, health, and comfort, to thy will, 2 Why should I shrink at thy command, 3 No, let me rather freely yield |