135. L. M. 'Faith without Works is dead.' James ii. 26. 1 As body when the soul has fled, 3 To doers only of the word, Propitious is the righteous Lord; He hears their cries, accepts their prayers, 4 In true and genuine faith, we trace 5 Kind deeds of peace and love betray 136. P. M. + Drummond. Acquiescence in the Will of God. 1 AUTHOR of good! we rest on thee: Alone our real wants can see, 2 O let thy fear within us dwell, 3 And since, by passion's force subdued, 4 Not what we wish, but what we want, The good, unasked, O Father! grant, 137. 11 s. M. Merrick. 'Prepare ye the Way of the Lord. Luke iii. 4. 1 A VOICE from the desert comes awful and shrill: The Lord is advancing; prepare ye the way! The word of Jehovah he comes to fulfil, And o'er the dark world pour the splendour of day. 2 Bring down the proud mountain, though towering to heaven, And be the low valley exalted on high; The rough path and crooked be made smooth and even, For, Zion! your King, your Redeemer is nigh. 3 The beams of salvation his progress illume, The lone dreary wilderness sings of her God; The rose and the myrtle there suddenly bloom, And the olive of peace spreads its branches abroad. + Drummond. 138. L .M. The Christian Warfare. 1 AWAKE, my soul! lift up thine eyes; 2 Here giant danger threatening stands, 3 See where rebellious passions rage, 4 Thou tread'st upon enchanted ground; 5 Come then, my soul! now learn to wield Of heavenly truth, and heavenly love. 6 The terror and the charm repel, And powers of earth, and powers of hell: Mrs. Barbauld. 139. L. M. Personal Virtues. 1 AWAKE, my soul! rouse every power, Let lust and passion reign no more, 3 Confine thy roving appetites; From this vain world withdraw thine eyes, 4 With eager zeal pursue the prize; 140. C. M. Browne. Zeal and Vigour in the Christian Race. Phil. iii. 12—14. 1 AWAKE, my soul! stretch every nerve, A heavenly race demands thy zeal, 2 A cloud of witnesses around 3 'Tis God's all-animating voice 4 That prize, with peerless glories bright, When victors' wreaths and monarchs' gems 5 My soul! with all thy wakened powers, Nor let the glittering toys of earth, Doddridge, transposed. 141. L. M. Divine Majesty and Goodness in Storms and Rain. Ps. civ 1 AWAKE my soul! to hymns of praise; To God the song of triumph raise: Adorned with majesty divine, What pomp, what glory, Lord! are thine. 2 Light forms his robe, and round his head 3 Around him ranged in awful state, The mandates of his sovereign will. 4 From earth's low margin to the skies, |