Rejoicing in the pleasing view
Of eting them on high.

6 It is a sweet employ

To join in worship here;
But how divine will be the joy,
To see each other there!

CLIX. L. M. P.

Little Flock.

1 No mortal ties can be compar'd

With those that join the Saviour's fold; Those bands of love by heav'n bestow'd, Not earn'd by works, nor bought with gold. 2 By these, the followers of the lamb, "Know they have pass'd from death to life;" These bands still sweeten ev'ry song, And help to banish sinful strife.

3 Though all the world combin'd disdain,
The little flock" renew'd by grace;
This flock may glory in their gain,
In Jesus' heart they have a place.
4 This "little flock," and only they,
Enjoy the Saviour's smiles in time;
And they, at last, in endless day,
Shall bright with God and Angels shine.
5 In heav'n, remote from sin and care,
An endless rest shall they enjoy ;
Their Jesus all their glory there,
And praise their lasting sweet employ.
6 But O! the doleful, dreadful end,

Of all their and their Saviour's foes;
See! clouds of vengeance now impend,
And soon shall burst in endless woes.
7 Then the opposers of the cross,
Must cease to sport, and sink to dwell
Among th' infernal howling ghosts,
In blackest shades of death and hell.

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LOVE TO ENEMIES.

CLX. 6. M. Rippon's Selec.

Love to our Enemies from the example of Christ. Luke xxiii. 34. Mat. v. 44.

A grace,

1

Christ to his murderers bear;

Which made the torturing cross its throne,
And hung its trophies there.

2 "Father, forgive," his mercy cried,
With his expiring breath,
And drew eternal blessings down
On those who wrought his death.
3 Jesus, this wondrous love we sing,
And whilst we sing admire;
Breathe on our souls, and kindle there,
The same celestial fire.

4 Sway'd by thy dear example, we
For enemies will pray;

With love their hatred, and their curse
With blessings will repay.

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PATIENCE.

CLXI. L. M. Beddome.

Patience.

EAR Lord, though bitter is the cup
Thy gracious hand deals out to me,

I cheerfully will drink it up,

That cannot hurt which comes from thee.

2 'Tis full of thine unchanging love,
Nor can a drop of wrath be there;
The saints for ever bless'd above,
Were often most afflicted here.

3 From Jesus thy incarnate Son,
I'll learn obedience to thy will";
And humbly kiss the chast'ning rod,
When its severest strokes I feel.

CLXII. C. M. S. Stennett.

Pleading with God under affliction. Lam. iii. 39.

WHY should a living man complain

Of deep distress within,

Since every sigh and every pain
Is but the fruit of sin?

2 No, Lord, I'll patiently submit,
Nor ever dare rebel;

Yet sure I may here at thy feet,
My painful feelings tell.

3 Thou seest what floods of sorrow rise,
And beat upon my soul:

One trouble to another cries,

Billows of billows roll.

4 From fear to hope, and hope to fear, My shipwreck'd soul is tost;

"Till I am tempted in despair To give up all for lost.

5 Yet through the stormy clouds I'll look
Once more to thee, my God;
O fix my feet upon a rock,

Beyond the gaping flood.

6 One look of mercy from thy face,
Will set my heart at ease;
One all-commanding word of Grace
Will make the tempest cease.

RESIGNATION.

CLXIII. C. M. Abridge tune. Beddome.
Resignation: or, God our Portion.
Y times of sorrow and of joy,

M

Great God, are in thy hand:

My choicest comforts come from thee,
And go at thy command.

2 If thou shouldst take them all away,
Yet would I not repine;
Before they were possess'd by me,
They were entirely thine.

3 Nor would drop a murmuring word,
Though the whole world were gone,
But seek enduring happiness

In thee, and thee alone.

4 What is the world with all its store?
"Tis but a bitter-sweet;

When I attempt to pluck the rose,
A piercing thorn I meet.

5 Here perfect bliss can ne'er be found,
The honey's mix'd with gall;

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Midst changing scenes and dying friends,
Be thou my all in all.

CLXIV. C. M. Cowper.

Submission.

LORD, my best desires fulfil,
And help me to resign

Life, health, and comfort to thy will,
And make thy pleasure mine.

2 Why should I shrink at thy command
Whose love forbids my fears?
Or tremble at thy gracious hand
That wipes away my tears?

3- No, let me rather freely yield
What most I prize to thee;
Who never bast a good withheld,
Or wilt withhold from me.

4 Thy favour all my journey through,
Thou art engag'd to grant ;
What else I want, or think I do,
'Tis better still to want.

5 Wisdom and mercy guide my way,
Shall I resist them both?

A poor blind creature of a day, And crush'd before the moth! 6. But ah! my inward spirit cries, Still bind me to thy sway;

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Else the next cloud that veils my skies,
Drives all these thoughts away.

CLXV. C. M. Steele.

Filial Submission. Heb. xii. 7.

AND can my heart aspire so high
Lord, at thy feet I fain would lie,
And learn to kiss the rod.
2 I would submit to all thy will,
For thou art good and wise;
Let ev'ry anxious thought be still,
Nor one faint murmur rise.

To say, "My Father, God !"

3 Thy love can cheer the darksome gloom,
And bid me wait serene;
Till hopes and joys immortal bloom,
And brighten all the scene.

4 "My Father"-O permit my heart
To plead her humble claim,
And ask the bliss those words impart,
In my Redeemer's name.

CLXVI. C. M. Grove House tune. T. Greene.
It is the Lord-let him do what seemeth him good.
1 Sam. iii. 18.

1

T is the Lord-enthron'd in light,

I whose claims are all divine;

Who has an undisputed right

To govern me and mine.

2 It is the Lord-should I distrust,
Or contradict his will?

Who cannot do but what is just,
And must be righteous still.

3 It is the Lord-who gives me all
My wealth, my friends, my ease;
And of his bounties may recall
Whatever part he please.

4 It is the Lord-who can sustain
Beneath the heaviest load,
From whom assistance I obtain
To tread the thorny road.

5 It is the Lord-whose matchless skill
Can from afflictions raise
Matter, eternity to fill

With ever-growing praise.

6 It is the Lord-my cov'nant God, Thrice blessed be his name!

Whose gracious promise seal'd with blodil,
Must ever be the same.

7 His cov❜nant will my soul defend,
Should nature's self expire;

And the great Judge of all descend
In awful flames of fire.

a And can my soul with hopes like these
Be sullen or repine?

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No, gracious God, take what thou please,
To thee I all resign.

CLXVII. C. M. Rippon's Selec.

The Request.

F Thy sovereign will denies,

ATHER, whate'er of earthly bliss

Accepted at thy throne of grace,
Let this petition rise;

2 "Give me a calm, a thankful heart,
"From every murmer free;
"The blessings of thy grace impart,
"And make me liye to thee.

3 "Let the sweet hope that thou art mine,
"My life and death attend;

"Thy presence through my journey shine, "And crown my journey's end."

CLXVIII. L. M. Fawcett.

Remembering all the Way the Lord has led him. Deut. vii. 2.

2 HUS far my God hath led me on,
And made his truth and mercy known;

My hopes and fears alternate rise,
And comforts mingle with my sighs.
2 Through this wide wilderness I roain,
Far distant from my blissful home;
Lord, let thy presence be my stay,
And guard me in this dangerous way.