416. S. M. ANONYMOUS. A self-renouncing will, The baits of pleasing ill ; To hardship, grief and loss, The consecrated cross. A quick-discerning eye, And sees the tempter fly; And armed with jealous care, And watching unto prayer. A single, steady aim, To thee and thy great name ; For thine immortal praise ; And glorify thy grace. WATTS. 417. S. M. Heavenly Joy on Earth. And let your joys be known; 2 The sorrows of the inind Be banished from the place! To make our pleasures less. Glory begun below; From faith and hope may grow. A thousand sacred sweets, Or walk the golden streets. And every tear be dry; To fairer worlds on high. 418. S. M. Miss FLETCHRL If we but love the Lord, And ever shun the broad. Bows meekly to its grief, For comfort and relief. In happiness doth dweli, 284 peace 4 Wherever truth abides Sweet is ever there; Our heaven is everywhere. 419. J. G. ADAMS. Heaven Here. 1 Heaven is here ; its hymns of gladness Cheer the true believer's way, Often change to night our day. Of its heavy load is seen, By the deed of love hath been: Are set free, supplied and blest; We can find our surest rest. 4 Where we heed the voice of duty Rather than man's praise, or rod; Radiant with the smile of God. 420. MRS. Cask, God's Kingdom Here. 1 Ox, where, our Saviour ! sweeps the line That marks thy kingdom's holy reign ? Or gilds the cross the southern main ? 2 The sorrows of the inind Be banished from the place! To make our pleasures less. Glory begun below; From faith and hope may grow. A thousand sacred sweets, Or walk the golden streets. We're maching through Immanuel's ground, To fairer worlds on high. 418. S. M. Miss FLETCHEL If we but love the Lord, And ever shun the broad. Bows meekly to its grief, For comfort and relief. In happiness doth dwell, 284 4 Wherever truth abides Sweet peace is ever there; Our heaven is everywhere. 419. 8s. & 7s. M. J. G. Adams. Heaven Here. 1 Heaven is here ; its hymns of gladness Cheer the true believer's way, Often change to night our day. 2 Heaven is here; where misery lightened Of its heavy load is seen, By the deed of love hath been: Are set free, supplied and blest; We can find our surest rest. 4 Where'we heed the voice of duty Rather than man's praise, or rod; Radiant with the smile of God. 420. MIRS, Case, God's Kingdom Here. 1 On, where, our Saviour! sweeps the line That marks thy kingdom's holy reign ? Or gilds the cross the southern main ? |