6 Fulfilled in you, fulfilled in all That on the name of Jesus call; And every covenant of love

They bind on earth be bound above.

316. P. M.

1 Lord! subdue our selfish will;
Each to each our tempers suit,
By Thy modulating skill;
Heart to heart, as lute to lute.

2 Sweetly on our spirits move;
Gently touch the trembling strings;
Make the harmony of love
Music for the King of kings!

317. L. M.

1 Happy the meek, whose gentle breast,
Clear as the summer's evening ray,
Calm as the regions of the blest,
Enjoys on earth celestial day.

2 No friendships broke their bosoms sting,
No jars their peaceful tent invade;
Safe underneath the Almighty's wing,
And, foes to none, of none afraid.

3 Spirit of grace, all meek and mild,
With Thy whole self our souls possess;
Passion and pride be hence exiled,

Then shall our frame Thine own express.

318. L. M.

1 Faith, Hope and Charity,-these three, Yet is the greatest Charity!

Father of lights, these gifts impart
To mine and every human heart:

2 Faith, that in prayer can never fail,
Hope, that o'er doubting must prevail,
And Charity, whose name above

Is God's own name, for "God is Love."

3 The morning star is lost in light,
Faith vanishes at perfect sight;
The rainbow passes with the storm,
And Hope with sorrow's fading form:-
4 But Charity, serene, sublime,
Beyond the range of death and time,
Like the blue sky's all-bounding space,
Holds heaven and earth in its embrace.

319. L. M.

1 All-seeing God! 't is Thine to know The springs whence wrong opinions flow; To judge, by principles within,

When frailty errs, and when we sin.

2 Who among men, high Lord of all,
Thy servant to his bar shall call,

For modes of faith judge him Thy foe,
And doom him to the realms of woe?

3 Who with another's eye can read,
Or worship by another's creed?
Revering Thy commands alone,
We humbly seek, and use our own.
4 If wrong, forgive; approve, if right;
While faithful we obey our light,
And, censuring none, are zealous still
To follow as to learn Thy will.

5 When shall our happy eyes behold
Thy people fashioned in Thy mould,
And charity our lineage prove,
Derived from Thee, O God of love!

320. C. M.

1 Father of mercies! send Thy grace, All-powerful from above,

To form in our obedient souls
The image of Thy love.

2 O may our sympathising breasts
The generous pleasure know,
Kindly to share in others' joy,
And weep for others' woe!

3 Where'er the helpless sons of grief
In low distress are laid,

Soft be our hearts their pains to feel,
And swift our hands to aid!

4 Under the gentle sway of love
Be every passion brought;
O be the law of love fulfilled
In every act and thought!

321. L. M.

1 Come, let us sound her praise abroad,
Sweet Charity, the child of God!
Hers, on whose kind maternal breast
The sheltered babes of misery rest:

2 Who, when she sees the sufferer bleed,
Reckless of name, or sect, or creed,
Comes with prompt hand and look benign
To bathe his wounds in oil and wine:

3 Who in her robe the sinner hides,

And soothes and pities while she chides; Who lends an ear to every cry,

And asks no plea but misery.

4 Her tender mercies freely fall
Like heaven's refreshing dews on all;
Encircling in their wide embrace

Her friends, her foes, the human race.
5 Nor bounded to the earth alone,
Her love expands to worlds unknown ;
Wherever Faith's rapt thought has soared,
Or Hope her upward flight explored.

1 Brethren are brethren evermoreNothing that bond may overpower; Nor wrong, nor ill of deadliest mood, Nor distance breaks the tie of blood. 2 If they who hate the trespass most, Yet, when all other love is lost,

Love the poor sinner, marvel not;God's mark outwears the rankest blot. 3 Oh! might we all our lineage prove, Give and forgive, do good and love, By soft endearments in kind strife Lightening the load of daily life.

4 Wild thoughts within, and cares without, With strong temptations round about, Are banded in unblest device

To spoil love's earthly paradise.

5 Then draw we nearer day by day,
Let the world take us as she may,
Each to his brethren, all to God,
Love-guided on our heavenward road!

323. L. M.

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