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3 When gloomy care or keen distress

Invades my throbbing breast, My tongue shall learn to speak thy praise,

And soothe my pains to rest.
4 Nor shall my tongue alone proclaim

The honors of my God;
My life, with all my active powers,

Shall spread thy praise abroad. 5 And though these lips shall cease to move,

Though death shall close these eyes, Yet shall my soul to nobler heights

Of joy and transport rise. 6 Then shall my powers in endless strains

Their grateful tribute pay:
The theme demands an angel's tongue,

And an eternal day.

430. C. M. DODDRIDGE. Days of the Upright known to God. Ps. 37. 1 To thee, my God, my days are known;

My soul enjoys the thought;
My actions all before thy face,

Nor are my faults forgot.
2 Each secret breath devotion vents

Is vocal to thine ear;
And all my walks of daily life

Before thine eye appear.
3 The vacant hour, the active scene,

Thy mercy shall approve;
And every pang of sympathy,

And every care of love.

4 Each golden hour of beaming light

Is gilded by thy rays;
And dark affliction's midnight gloom

A present God surveys.
5 Full in thy view through life I pass,

And in thy view I die;
And when each mortal bond is broke,

Shall find my God is nigh.

431. 7 & 6s. M. RIPPON'S COL.

The Soul aspiring to Heaven. 1 Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings,

Thy better portion trace;
Rise from transitory things,

Towards heaven, thy native place.
Sun, and moon, and stars decay;
Time shall soon this earth remove;
Rise, my soul, and haste away

To seats prepared above. 2 Rivers to the ocean run,

Nor stay in all their course;
Fire, ascending, seeks the sun;

Both speed them to their source :
So a soul that's born of God,
Pants to view his glorious face;
Upward tends to his abode,

To rest in his embrace.




S. M.

Heavenly Joy on Earth. 1 COME, we that love the Lord,

And let our joys be known: Join in a song with sweet accord,

And thus surround the throne. 2 The sorrows of the mind

Be banished from the place: Religion never was designed

To make our pleasures less.
3 The men of grace have found

Glory begun below;
Celestial fruits, on earthly ground,

From faith and hope may grow. 4 Then let our songs abound,

And every tear be dry : We're marching through Immanuel's ground,

To fairer worlds on high.

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433. C. M. C. WESLEY.

Seeking true Joys. 1 Our joy is a created good;

How soon it fades away!
Fades, at the morning hour bestowed,

Before the noon of day. 2 Joy, by its violent excess,

To certain ruin tends,
And all our rapturous happiness
In hasty sorrow ends.

3 In vain doth earthly bliss afford

A momentary shade;
It rises like the prophet's gourd,

And withers o'er my head. 4 But of my Saviour's

love possessed, No more for earth I pine; Secure of everlasting rest

Beneath the heavenly vine.


The Saint's Rest.

1 LORD, I believe a rest remains,

To all thy people known;
A rest where pure enjoyment reigns,

And thou art loved alone;
2 A rest, where all our soul's desire

Is fixed on things above; Where fear, and sin, and grief expire,

Cast out by perfect love.
3 0 that I now the rest might know,

Believe and enter in !
Now, Father, now the power bestow,

And let me cease from sin ! 4 Remove all hardness from my heart,

All unbelief remove;
To me the rest of faith impart,

The sabbath of thy love.




The Wisdom of redeeming Time. 1 God of eternity ! from thee

Did infant time his being draw:
Moments and days, and months and years,

Revolve by thine un varied law.
2 Silent and swift they glide away;

Steady and strong the current flows,
Lost in eternity's wide sea,

The boundless gulf from which it rose. 3 With it the thoughtless sons of men

Before the rapid stream are borne
On to their everlasting home,

Whence not one soul can e'er return. 4 Yet while the shore on either side

Presents a gaudy, flattering show,

gaze, in fond amusement lost, Nor think to what a world we go. 5 Great Source of wisdom ! teach our hearts

To know the price of every hour,
That time may bear us on to joys
Beyond its measure and its power.

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