I would obey the voice divine,
And all inferior joys resign.

4. Be earth, with all her cares, withdrawn;
Let noise and vanity be gone:

In secret silence of the mind,

My heav'n, and there my God, I find.
HYMN 336. L. M.

RETURN, my roving heart, return,
And chase these shadowy forms no more;
Seek out some solitude to mourn,
And thy forsaken God implore.

2. Wisdom and pleasure dwell at home;
Retir'd and silent seek them there :
This is the way to overcome,

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.

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2. Enrich'd with that, no want we'll fear,
Thy providence shall be our trust.
Thou wilt supply our portion here,
Thou friend and guardian of the just!
3. Oh! may we, with sincere delight,
To all the task of duty pay;
Tender of ev'ry social right,
Obedient to thy lawful sway!

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.
HYMN 338. c. M.

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,
Have we still done the same?
From others ne'er withheld the due,
Which we from others claim?

3. Have we ne'er envied others' good,
Nor envied others' praise;
In no man's path malignant stood,
Nor us'd detraction's ways?

4. Have we not, deaf to his request,
Turn'd from another's wo?

The scorn, which rings the suff'rer's breast,
Have we abhorr'd to shew?

5. Then may we raise our modest pray'r
To God, the just and kind.;
May humbly cast on him our care,
And hope his grace to find.

6. Religion's path they never trod,
Who equity contemn;

Nor ever are they just to God,
Who prove unjust to men.

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;
Still may I feel my heart inclin'd,
To be the friend of all mankind.
3. With pity let my breast o'erflow,
When I behold a brother's wo;
And bear a sympathising part,
Whene'er I meet a wounded heart.

4. And let my neighbour's prosp'rous state A mutual joy in me create;

His virtuous triumph let me join;
His peace and happiness be mine.

5. Yea, though my neighbour's hate I prove,
Still let me vanquish hate with love;
Slow to resent, though he would grieve,
But always ready to forgive.

6. Let love through all my conduct shine,
An image fair, though faint, of thine;
Let me thy humble foll'wer prove,
Father of men, great God of love!
HYMN 340. c. M.

1. I ET Pharisees of high esteem

Their faith and zeal declare:

All their religion is a dream,
If love be wanting there.

2. Love suffers long with patient eye,
Nor is provok'd in haste;
She lets the present inj'ry die,
And long forgets the past.

3. Malice and rage, those fires of hell,,
She quenches with her tongue;
Hopes and believes and thinks no ill,
Tho' she endures the wrong.

4. She ne'er desires, nor seeks to know
The scandals of the time;

Nor looks with pride on those below,
Nor envies those that climb.

5. She lays her own advantage by,
To seek her neighbours' good.
So God's own Son came down to die,
And save us by his blood.

6. Love is the grace that keeps her pow'r
In all the realms above;

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.
3. This man shall live secure on earth,
With secret blessings on his head;
Though sword, or pestilence, or dearth,
Around him multiply their dead.

4. Or, if with mortal suff'rings try'd,
Suff'rings shall all his soul refine;
Sweet hope his refuge shall provide,
And minister a bliss divine.

HYMN 342. P. M.

1. FATHER of our feeble race,
Wise, beneficent, and kind!
Spread o'er nature's ample face,
Flows thy goodness unconfin'd.
Musing in the silent grove,

Or the busy walks of men,
Still we trace thy wondrous love,
Claiming large returns again.

2. Lord, what off'ring shall we bring,
At thine altars when we bow?
Hearts, the pure unsullied spring,
Whence the kind affections flow

Soft compassion's feeling soul,
By the melting eye express'd;
Sympathy, at whose control

Sorrow leaves the tortur'd breast;
3. Willing hands to lead the blind,
Bind the wound, or feed the poor;
Love, embracing all our kind;
Charity, with lib'ral store.
Teach us, O thou heav'nly King,
Thus to show our grateful mind;
Thus th' accepted off'ring bring,
Love to thee and all mankind.

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HYMN 343. C. M.

RIGHT source of everlasting love!
To thee our souls we raise;

And to thy matchless bounty rear
A monument of praise.

2. Thy merey gilds the path of life
With ev'ry cheering ray;

Kindly restrains the rising tear,
Or wipes that tear away.

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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,
For all the grace we see?

Alas! the goodness worms can yield
Extendeth not to thee.

5. To tents of wo, to beds of pain,
Our cheerful feet repair;

And, with the gifts thy hand bestows,
Relieve the mourners there.

6. The widow's heart shall sing for joy;
The orphan shall be glad;
And hung'ring souls we'll gladly point
To Christ the living bread.

7. Thus, passing through this vale of tears,
Our useful light shall shine;

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