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C. M.


Filial Submission.

AND can my heart aspire so high,
To say, 'My Father, God!'
Lord, at thy feet I long to lie,
And learn to kiss the rod.

2 I would submit to all thy will,
For thou art good and wise;
Let every anxious thought be still,
Nor one faint murmur rise.

3 Thy love can cheer the darksome gloom, Ånd bid me wait serene;

Till hopes and joys immortal bloom,
And brighten all the scene.

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


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MY God-my Father-blissful name!-
Oh! may I call thee mine?
May I, with sweet assurance, claim
A portion so divine?

2 This only can my fears control,
And bid my sorrows fly:
What harm can ever reach my soul,
Beneath my Father's eye?

3 Whate'er thy holy will denies,
I cheerfully resign:
Lord, thou art good, and just, and wise;
Oh!, bend my will to thine.

4 Whate'er thy sacred will ordains, Oh! give me strength to bear;

And let me know
And trust his tender care.

Father reigns,

C. M.


Safety of trusting in God.

WHEN God revealed his gracious name,
And changed my mournful state,
My rapture seemed a pleasing dream,
The grace appeared so great.

2 The world beheld the glorious change,
And did thy hand confess;

My tongue broke out in unknown strains,
And sung surprising grace.

3 Great is the work!-my neighbors cried,
And owned thy power divine;
Great is the work!—my heart replied,
And be the glory thine.

4 The Lord can clear the darkest skies,
Can give us day for night;
Make drops of sacred sorrow rise
To rivers of delight.

5 Let those that sow in sadness wait
Till the fair harvest come;
They shall confess their sheaves are great,
And shout the blessings home.

S. M.


Trust in God.

YOUR harps, ye trembling saints,
Down from the willows take:
Loud to the praise of love divine,
Bid every string awake.

2 When we in darkness walk, Nor feel the heavenly flame;

Then will we trust our gracious God,
And rest upon his name.

3 Blest is the man, O God,

That stays himself on thee !Who waits for thy salvation, Lord, Shall thy salvation see.

L. M.


The Gospel exemplified in the Conduct.
So let our lips and lives express
The holy gospel we profess;
So let our works and virtues shine,
To prove the doctrine all divine.
2 Thus shall we best proclaim abroad
The honors of our Saviour God:
When his salvation reigns within,
And grace subdues the power of sin.

3 Our flesh and sense must be denied,
Passion and envy, lust and pride;
While justice, temperance, truth, and love,
Our inward piety approve.

4 Religion bears our spirits up,
While we expect that blessed hope-
The bright appearance of the Lord-
And faith stands leaning on his word.


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Death to Sin by the Cross of Christ.

SHALL we go on to sin,

Because thy grace abounds,
Or crucify the Lord again,

And open all his wounds?
2 Forbid it, mighty God!
Nor let it e'er be said,

That we, whose sins are crucified,
Should raise them from the dead.

3 We will be slaves no more,

Since Christ has made us free,
Has nailed our tyrants to his cross,
And bought our liberty.

L. M.


Living to Christ.

MY gracious Lord, I own thy right To every service I can pay, And call it my supreme delight, To hear thy dictates and obey. 2 What is my being, but for theeIts sure support-its noblest end? 'Tis my delight thy face to see,

And serve the cause of such a friend. 3 I would not breathe for worldly joy, Or to increase my worldly good; Nor future days nor powers employ

To spread a sounding name abroad. 4 "Tis to my Saviour I would live;

To him, who for my ransom died;
Nor could all worldly honor give

Such bliss as crowns me at his side.

5 His work my hoary age shall bless,

When youthful vigor is no more;
And my last hour of life confess
His saving love-his glorious power.



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The vigilant Servant.

YE servants of the Lord,
Each in his office wait;

With joy obey his heavenly word,
And watch before his gate.

2 Let all your lamps be bright,
And trim the golden flame;
Gird up your loins, as in his sight,
For awful is his name.

3 Watch!-'tis your Lord's command;
And while we speak, he's near:
Mark the first signal of his hand,
And ready all appear.

4 Oh happy servant he,

In such a posture found!
He shall his Lord with rapture see,
And be with honor crowned.

C. M.


God the Author of Mercies and Afflictions.
O THOU, whose mercy guides my way!
Though now it seem severe,

Forbid my unbelief to say
There is no mercy here!

2 Oh! may I, Lord, desire the pain
That comes in kindness down,
Far more than sweetest earthly gain,
Succeeded by a frown.

3 Then, though thou bend my spirit low,
Love only shall I see;

The gracious hand, that strikes the blow,
Was wounded once for me.


C. M.

SINCE all the varying scenes of time
God's watchful eye surveys,
Oh, who so wise to choose our lot,
Ór to appoint our ways!

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