504 OUR flesh and sense must be denied, Passion and envy, lust, and pride, Whilst justice, temp'rance, truth, and love,

L.M.

Our inward piety approve.

Tender and kind be all our thoughts,
Through all our lives let mercy run;
Since God forgives our numerous faults,
For the dear sake of Christ his Son.

505 FATHER! I see thy sun arise

L.M.

To cheer thy friends and enemies;
And when thy voice from heaven de-
scends,

Thy bounty both alike befriends.

I hope for pardon through thy Son,
For all the crimes which I have done;
Oh, may the grace that pardons me,
Constrain me to forgive like thee.

506 OUR Father, God, who art in heaven, All hallowed be thy name!

C.M.

Thy kingdom come; thy will be done,
In earth and heaven the same.

Give us, this day, our daily bread;
And, as we those forgive
Who sin against us, so may we
Forgiving grace receive.

Into temptation lead us not:

From evil set us free;

The kingdom, power, and glory, Lord,
Ever belong to thee.

507 WHAT enchants you, gain or pleasure? Pluck right eyes, with right hands part; Ask your conscience, where's your treasure?

8.7.

For, be certain, there's your heart.

God and Mammon? Oh, be wiser.
Serve them both? It cannot be ;
Ease in warfare, saint and miser,
These will never well agree.

508 STRAIT the gate, the way is narrow,

8.7.4.

To the realms of endless bliss ;
Sinful men and vain professors,
Self-deceived, the passage miss ;
Rushing headlong,

Down they sink the dread abyss.
Thou who art thy people's guardian,
Condescend my guide to be;
By thy Spirit's light unerring,
Let me thy salvation see;
May I never

Miss the way that leads to thee.

509 NOW, Lord, to whom for help I call, Thy miracles repeat;

C.M.

With pitying eye behold me fall
A leper at thy feet.

Loathsome, and foul, and self-abhorr'd,

I sink beneath my sin;

But if thou wilt, a gracious word,
Of thine, can me clean.

510 FROM fisher's net, from fig-tree's shade,

C.M.

God gathers whom he will:
Touched by his grace, th' elect are made
His purpose to fulfil.

O grant us grace, that to thy call

We may obedient be;

And, cheerfully forsaking all,
May follow only thee.

511 LAME at the pool I long have been, Waiting to find relief;

C.M.

512

8.7.

Lord, I have none to put me in

And wash away my grief.

Speak thou, and give my soul to hear;

Thy word can make me whole.
Lord, I believe, and leap for joy,
For thou hast saved my soul.

OF the Father's love begotten,
Ere the world began to be,
He is Alpha and Omega,

He the source, the ending he.

This is that divine Messiah
Promised in the faithful word,
Whom the voices of the prophets
Heralded with one accord.

Christ, to thee, with God the Father,
And, O Holy Ghost, to thee,

Hymn, and psalm, and high thanks-
giving,

And unwearied praises be!

513

C.M.

HELP us, through good report and ill,

Our daily cross to bear;

Like thee, to do our Father's will,

Our brethren's grief to share.

Let grace our selfishness expel,
Our earthliness refine;

And kindness in our bosoms dwell,
As free and true as thine.

514 WHENE'ER the angry passions rise, And tempt our thoughts or tongues to strife,

L.M.

To Jesus let us lift our eyes,

Bright pattern of the Christian life.

Oh, how benevolent and kind!
How mild, how ready to forgive!
Be this the temper of our mind,
And these the rules by which we live.

To do his heavenly Father's will,
Was his employment and delight;
Humility and holy zeal

Shone through his life, divinely bright.

Dispensing good where'er he came,
The labours of his life were love:
Oh, if we love the Saviour's name.
Let his divine example move.

515 'TIS not a cause of small import
The pastor's care demands;
But what might fill an angel's heart,
And fill'd a Saviour's hands.

C.M.

They watch for souls for which the Lord
Did heavenly bliss forego;

For souls which must for ever live
In raptures or in woe.

May they that Jesus, whom they preach,
Their own Redeemer see:

And watch thou daily o'er their souls,
That they may watch for thee.

516 THOU art the Life: the empty bier
Proclaims thy conquering arm;
And those who put their trust in thee,
Nor death nor hell shall harm.

C.M.

517

L.M.

Thou art the Way, the Truth, the Life:
Grant us that Way to know,

That Truth to keep, that Life to win,
Whose joys eternal flow.

"COME hither, all ye weary souls,
Ye heavy laden sinners come;
I'll give you rest from all your toils,
And raise you to my heavenly home.

'They shall find rest that learn of me, I'm of a meek and lowly mind;

But passion rages like the sea,

And pride is restless as the wind.

"Bless'd is the man whose shoulders

take

My yoke, and bear it with delight;

My yoke is easy to his neck,

My grace shall make the burden light."