763. C. M. Boden's COL. Forgiveness of Enemies. 1 “FATHER, forgive,” the Saviour cried, With his expiring breath, On those who wrought his death. 2 Jesus, this wondrous love we sing, And whilst we sing, admire; The same celestial fire. We for our foes will pray; With blessings, will repay. 764. WATTS. And run eternal rounds, And all created bounds. Shall death itself outbrave, And fly beyond the grave. In heaven's unmeasured space, In pleasure and in praise. Shall fresh endearments bring, From all thy graces spring. Up to thy blest abode ; Our Saviour and our God. 765. C. M. FAWCETT. Of mortals here below; Its sovereign virtue know. Amidst our youthful bloom; And for the solemn tomb. Be our Redeemer's throne; His government to own. Be joined with godly fear, Our hearts to be sincere. Let warm affections rise ; To mount above the skies. 766. C. M. DODDRIDGE. Benefits of Religion. 1 O HAPPY Christian, who can boast, “ The Son of God is mine”! Rich in this gift divine. And shall forever live; And endless vigor give. Nor will the Lord deny, Its humble suppliants die. We wish continued breath; That praise can live in death. 767. S. M. WATTS. And let our joys be known; And thus surround the throne. Be banished from the place; To make our pleasures less. Who never knew our God; May speak their joys abroad. A thousand sacred sweets, Or walk the golden streets. And every tear be dry; To fairer worlds on high. 768. S. M. Luth. COL. The trembling heart invade, A universal shade, – The tempest of the soul; At her divine control. Her hand unerring leads; A cheering lustre sheds. Sinks helpless and afraid, How powerful is thine aid ! 5 0, let us feel thy power, And find thy sweet relief, And calm our every grief. 769. C. M. PRATT's COL. In nature's smiling bloom, Its summons to the tomb, - For him thy powers employ; Thy portion, and thy joy. O'er life's uncertain sea, Where happy spirits be. 770. C. M. WATTS. Importance of the Bible to the Young. 1 HOW shall the young secure their hearts, And guard their lives from sin ? To keep the conscience clean. That guides us all the day, A lamp to lead our way. We hate the sinner's road; But love thy law, O God. How pure is every page! And well support our age. 771. S. M. FAWCETT. My God, to thee I pray: To thee, the living way. 2 Make an unguarded youth The object of thy care ; And fly from every snare. 3 My heart, to folly prone, Renew by power divine ; And make me wholly thine. 4 0, let thy word of grace My warmest thoughts employ; My treasure and my joy. 5 To what thy laws impart Be my whole soul inclined: And sanctify my mind. 772. C. M. EPIS. COL. With vital ardor glows, That beauty can disclose, Are yet by vice enslaved, And character engraved; The sunshine of thy days, Encompass all thy ways; |