4 His pleasures rise from things unseen,
Beyond this world and time,

Where neither eyes nor ears have been,
Nor thoughts of mortals climb.

5 He wants no pomp nor royal throne
To raise his figure here,

Content and pleased to live unknown,
Till Christ, his Life, appear.

6 He looks to heaven's eternal hills,
To meet that glorious day;

Dear Lord, how slow thy chariot wheels! How long is thy delay!

433

C. M.

Christian Equity.

WATTS.

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 neighbor do,
Have we still done the same,
And ne'er delayed to pay his due,
Nor injured his good name?

3 In vain we talk of Jesus' blood,
And boast his name in vain,

If we can slight the laws of God,
And prove unjust to men.

29*

341

434

L. M. 6L.

WATTS.

The Blessings of the liberal Man. Ps. 112.

1 THAT man is blessed who stands in awe Of God, and loves his sacred law;

His seed on earth shall be renowned; His house the seat of wealth shall be. An inexhausted treasury,

And with successive honors crowned.

2 His liberal favors he extends;
To some he gives, to others lends;
A generous pity fills his mind;
Yet what his charity impairs,
He saves by prudence in affairs;

And thus he's just to all mankind.

3 His hands, while they his alms bestowed, His glory's future harvest sowed;

The sweet remembrance of the just,
Like a green root, revives, and bears
A train of blessings for his heirs,

When dying nature sleeps in dust.

4 Beset with threatening dangers round, Unmoved shall he maintain his ground;

His conscience holds his courage up; The soul that's filled with virtue's light, Shines brightest in affliction's night, And sees in darkness beams of hope.

342

Sincerity and Hypocrisy.

1 GOD is a Spirit just and wise;

He sees our inmost mind;

In vain to heaven we raise our cries,
And leave our souls behind.

2 Nothing but truth before his throne
With honor can appear;

The painted hypocrites are known Through the disguise they wear. 3 Their lifted eyes salute the skies, Their bending knees the ground; But God abhors the sacrifice

Where not the heart is sound.

WATTS.

4 Lord, search my thoughts, and try my ways, And make my soul sincere;

Then shall I stand before thy face,

And find acceptance there.

436

L. M.

Humility.

ENFIELD.

1 WHEREFORE should man, frail child of clay, Who, from the cradle to the shroud, Lives but the insect of a day,

O, why should mortal man be proud? 2 His brightest visions just appear,

Then vanish, and no more are found;
The stateliest pile his pride can rear,
A breath may level with the ground.

3 By doubt perplexed, in error lost,

With trembling step he seeks his way;
How vain of wisdom's gift the boast!
Of reason's lamp, how faint the ray!

4 Follies and sins, a countless sum,
Are crowded in life's little span ;
How ill, alas! does pride become
That erring, guilty creature, man!

5 God of my life, Father divine,

Give me a meek and lowly mind; In modest worth O let me shine, And peace in humble virtue find.

437

C. M.

WATTS.

Humility and Submission. Ps. 131.

1 IS there ambition in my heart?
Search, gracious God, and see;
Or do I act a haughty part?
Lord, I appeal to thee.

2 I charge my thoughts, be humble still, And all my carriage mild;

Content, my Father, with thy will,
And quiet as a child.

3 The patient soul, the lowly mind,
Shall have a large reward;
Let saints in sorrow lie resigned,
And trust a faithful Lord.

344

438

L. M.

Meekness

J. SCOTT.

1 HAPPY the meek, whose gentle breast,
Clear as the summer's evening ray,
Calm as the regions of the blest,
Enjoys on earth celestial day.

2 His heart no broken friendships sting;
No storms his peaceful tent invade;
He rests beneath the Almighty's wing,
Hostile to none, of none afraid.

3 Spirit of grace, all meek and mild,
Inspire our breasts, our souls possess ;
Repel each passion rude and wild,
And bless us, as we aim to bless.

1 BLEST are the pure in heart,
For they shall see our God;
The secret of the Lord is theirs ;
Their soul is Christ's abode.

2 Still to the lowly soul

He doth himself impart;

And for his cradle and his throne,
Chooseth the pure in heart.

345

KEBLE.