I would obey the voice divine, 4. Be earth, with all her cares, withdrawn; In secret silence of the mind, My heav'n, and there my God, I find. RETURN, my roving heart, return, 2. Wisdom and pleasure dwell at home; The way to break the tempter's snare. 3. And thou, my God, whose piercing eye Distinct surveys each deep recess, In these abstracted hours draw nigh, And with thy presence fill the place. 4. Through all the mazes of my heart, My search let heav'nly wisdom guide; And still its radiant beams impart, 'Till all be search'd and purified. 5. Then with the visits of thy love Vouchsafe my inmost soul to cheer; "Till ev'ry grace shall join to prove, That God hath fix'd his dwelling there. XXI. SOCIAL DUTIES. HYMN 337. L. M. 1. IF high or low our station be, Of noble or ignoble name; By uncorrupted honesty, Thy blessings, Lord, we'll humbly claim. R 2. Enrich'd with that, no want we'll fear, 4. Such virtue thou wilt not forget In that blest world, where virtue shares A fit reward; though not of debt But what thy boundless grace prepares. 1. COME, let us search our ways and try; Have they been just and right? Is the great rule of equity Our practice and delight? 2. What we would have our neighbour do, 3. Have we ne'er envied others' good, 4. Have we not, deaf to his request, The scorn, which rings the suff'rer's breast, 5. Then may we raise our modest pray'r 6. Religion's path they never trod, Nor ever are they just to God, HYMN 339. L. M. 1. God, my Saviour, and my King, Of al! I have or hope the spring! Send down thy spirit from above, And warm my heart with holy love. 2. May I from ev'ry act abstain, That gives another grief or pain; 4. And let my neighbour's prosp'rous state A mutual joy in me create; His virtuous triumph let me join; 5. Yea, though my neighbour's hate I prove, 6. Let love through all my conduct shine, 1. I ET Pharisees of high esteem Their faith and zeal declare: All their religion is a dream, 2. Love suffers long with patient eye, 3. Malice and rage, those fires of hell,, 4. She ne'er desires, nor seeks to know Nor looks with pride on those below, 5. She lays her own advantage by, 6. Love is the grace that keeps her pow'r There faith and hope are known no more, But saints for ever love. HYMN 341. L. M. 1. BLEST is the man, whose heart is kind And melts with pity to the poor; Who with a sympathising mind, Feels what his fellow-men endure. 2. His heart contrives for their relief More good than his own hands can do: He in the time of gen'ral grief Shall find, the Lord hath pity too. 4. Or, if with mortal suff'rings try'd, HYMN 342. P. M. 1. FATHER of our feeble race, Or the busy walks of men, 2. Lord, what off'ring shall we bring, Soft compassion's feeling soul, Sorrow leaves the tortur'd breast; 1. BRIGE HYMN 343. C. M. RIGHT source of everlasting love! And to thy matchless bounty rear 2. Thy merey gilds the path of life Kindly restrains the rising tear, 1 3. When, sunk in guilt, our race approach'd The borders of despair; Thy grace through Jesus' blood proclaim'd Á free salvation near. 4. What shall we render, bounteous Lord, Alas! the goodness worms can yield 5. To tents of wo, to beds of pain, And, with the gifts thy hand bestows, 6. The widow's heart shall sing for joy; 7. Thus, passing through this vale of tears, A |