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DODDRIDGE. Having the Son, and having Life in him. 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.
WATTS. The hidden Life of a Christian. 1 O HAPPY soul that lives on high,
While men lie groveling here !
And faith forbids his fear. 2 His conscience knows no secret stings,
While grace and joy combine
Are hidden and divine.
His God in secret sees;
He dwells in heavenly peace.
4 His pleasures rise from things unseen,
Beyond this world and time,
Nor thoughts of mortals climb.
5 He wants no pomp nor royal throne
To raise his figure here,
Till Christ, his Life, appear.
To meet that glorious day; Dear Lord, how slow thy chariot wheels !
How long is thy delay !
1 COME, let us search our ways and try;
Have they been just and right? Is the great rule of equity
Our practice and delight?
Have we still done the same,
Nor injured his good name?
And boast his name in vain,
And prove unjust to men.
1 THAT man is blessed who stands in awe Of God, and loves his sacred law;
His seed on earth shall be renowned ; His house the seat of wealth shall be, An inexhausted treasury,
And with successive honors crowned.
2 His liberal favors he extends;
A generous pity fills his mind;
And thus he's just to all mankind. 3 His hands, while they his alms bestowed, His glory's future harvest sowed ;
The sweet remembrance of the just,
When dying nature sleeps in dust.
His conscience holds his courage up; The soul that's filled with virtue's light, Shines brightest in affliction's night,
And sees in darkness beams of hope.
Watts. Sincerity and Hypocrisy. 1 GOD is a Spirit just and wise ;
He sees our inmost mind;
And leave our souls behind.
With honor can appear ;
Through the disguise they wear. 3 Their lifted eyes salute the skies,
Their bending knees the ground;
Where not the heart is sound. 4 Lord, search my thoughts, and try my ways,
And make my soul sincere ;
And find acceptance there.
ENFIELD. Humility. 1 WHEREFORE should man, frail child of clay,
Who, from the cradle to the shroud, Lives but the insect of a day,
O, why should mortal man be proud ? 2 His brightest visions just appear,
Then vanish, and no more are found; The stateliest pile his pride can rear,
A breath may level with the ground.
2 His liberal fa smeek and lowly mind;
mere ambition in my heart? ir do I act a haughty part?
2 I charge my thoughts, be humble still,
the ray! 1 THAT man is blessed
ess sum, Of God, and loves hi
little span; His seed on earth His house the seat uty creature, man!
pride become An inexhausted t And with suc , Father divine,
forth O let me shine, To some he
in humble virtue find.
WATTS. 3 His
Humility and Submission. Ps. 131. His
search, gracious God, and see; L
Lord, I appeal to thee. 4
all my carriage mild;
Shall have a large reward ;
And trust a faithful Lord.