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L. M.

454.

DRUMMOND.

"Faith without Works is dead."

1 As body when the soul has fled,
As barren trees, decayed and dead,
Is faith, a hopeless, lifeless thing,
If not of righteous deeds the spring.

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2 One cup of healing oil and wine,
One tear-drop shed on mercy's shrine,
Is thrice more grateful, Lord, to thee,
Than lifted eye or bended knee.

3 In true and genuine faith we trace
The source of every Christian grace;
Within the pious breast it plays,
A living fount of joy and praise.

4 Kind deeds of peace and love betray
Where'er it winds its secret way;

But where these spring not, rich and fair,
The fount has never wandered there.

L. M.

455.

JANE ROSCOE.

Judge not.

1 O WHO shall say he knows the folds
Which veil another's inmost heart,
The thoughts and motives which it holds,
In which he never bore a part?

2 There may be hope as pure, as bright, As ever sought eternity,

There may be light, clear, heavenly light, Where all seems cold and dark to thee.

3 Go, bend to God, and leave to him.
The mystery of thy brother's heart,
Nor vainly think his faith is dim,
Because in thine it hath no part.

4 But if his thoughts and hopes should err,
Still view him with a gentle eye,
Remembering doubt, and change, and fear,
Are woven in man's destiny.

78. M.

456.

J. TAYLOR.

The Accepted Offering.

1 FATHER of our feeble race,
Wise, beneficent, and kind,
Spread o'er nature's ample face,
Flows thy goodness unconfined:
Musing in the silent grove,
Or the busy walks of men,
Still we trace thy wondrous love,
Claiming large returns again.

2 Lord, what offering shall we bring,
At thine altars when we bow?
Hearts, the pure, unsullied spring,
Whence the kind affections flow;
Soft compassion's feeling soul,
By the melting eye expressed;
Sympathy, at whose control,

Sorrow leaves the wounded breast;

3 Willing hands to lead the blind,
Bind the wounded, feed the poor;
Love, embracing all our kind,
Charity, with liberal store:

Teach us, O thou Heavenly King,
Thus to show our grateful mind,
Thus the accepted offering bring,
Love to thee, and all mankind.

S. M.

457.

DODDRIDGE.

1

Rejoicing in the Ways of God.

Now let our voices join
To form a sacred song;
Ye pilgrims, in Jehovah's ways,
With music pass along.

2 How straight the path appears,
How open and how fair!
No lurking snares t' entrap our feet;
No fierce destroyer there.

3 But flowers of paradise
In rich profusion spring;
The Sun of Glory gilds the path,
And dear companions sing.

4 See Salem's golden spires
In beauteous prospect rise;

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And brighter crowns than mortals wear, Which sparkle through the skies.

All glory to His name,

Who drew the shining trace;

To Him who leads the wanderers on, And cheers them with his grace.

S. M.

458.

ANONYMOUS.

1

Rejoice in the Lord alway.

REJOICE in God alway;

When earth looks heavenly bright, When joy makes glad the livelong day, And peace shuts in the night.

2 Rejoice, when care and woe
The fainting soul oppress;
When tears at wakeful midnight flow,
And morn brings heaviness.

Rejoice, in hope and fear;
Rejoice, in life and death;
Rejoice, when threatening storms are near,
And comfort languisheth.

4 When should not they rejoice,
Whom Christ his brethren calls;
Who hear and know his guiding voice,
When on their hearts it falls?

5 So, though our path is steep,
And many a tempest lowers,
Shall his own peace our spirits keep,
And Christ's dear love be ours.

C. M.

459.

J. NEWTON.

Hidden Strength of the Christian.

1 REJOICE, believer, in the Lord,

Who makes your cause his own;
The hope that's built upon his word
Can ne'er be overthrown.

2 Though many foes beset your road,
And feeble is your arm,

Your life is hid with Christ in God,
Beyond the reach of harm.

3 Weak as you are, you shall not faint,
Or, fainting, shall not die;
For God, the strength of every saint,
Will aid you from on high.

4 Though sometimes unperceived by sense,
Faith sees him always near,
A Guide, a Glory, a Defence;
Then what have you to fear?

5 As surely as Christ overcame,
And triumphed once for you,
So surely you that love his name
Shall triumph in him too.

C. M.

460.

DODDRIDGE.

The Way to the Heavenly City.

1 SING, ye redeemed of the Lord,
Your great deliverer sing;
Pilgrims, for Zion's city bound,
Be joyful in your King.

2 See the fair way his hand hath raised,
How holy and how plain!

Nor shall the simplest travellers err,
Nor ask the track in vain.

3 A hand divine shall lead you on,
Through all the blissful road,
Till to the sacred mount you rise,
And see your Father, God.

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