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S. M.

ENFIELD. Compassion and Forgiveness. 1 I HEAR the voice of woe !

I hear a brother's sigh!
Then let my heart with pity flow,

With tears of love, my eye. 2 I hear the thirsty cry!

The hungry beg for bread!
Then let my spring its stream supply,

My hand its bounty shed. 3 The debtor humbly sues,

Who would but cannot pay ;
And shall I lenity refuse,

Who need it every day? 4 Shall not my wrath relent,

Touched by that humble strain,
My brother crying, "I repent,

Nor will offend again”? 5 If not, how shall I dare

Appear before thy face,
Great God, and how present the prayer

For thy forgiving grace?

C. M.

Against following a Multitude to do Evil.
1 LORD, when iniquities abound,

And growing crimes appear,
We view the deluge rising round

With sorrow and with fear.

2 Yet when its waves most fiercely beat,

And spread destruction wide;
Thy Spirit can a standard raise,

To stem the roaring tide.
3 May thy triumphant arm awake,

Thy sacred cause to plead ;
And let the multitude confess

That thou art God indeed.
4 Our feeble souls at least support,

And there thy power display ;
Then multitudes shall strive in vain

To draw us from thy way.


C. M.



1 0, 'TIS a lovely thing to see

A man of prudent heart, Whose thoughts, and lips, and life, agree

To act a useful part.
2 When envy, strife, and wars, begin

In little, angry souls,
Mark how the sons of peace come in,

And quench the kindling coals. 3 Their minds are humble, mild, and meek,

Nor let their fury rise ;
Nor passion moves their lips to speak,

Nor pride exalts their eyes. 4 Their frame is prudence mixed with love;

Good works fulfil their day;
They join the serpent with the dove,

But cast the sting away.

S. M.

MORAVIAN. The Christian encouraged. 1 GIVE to the winds thy fears ;

Hope, and be undismayed;
God hears thy sighs, and counts thy tears ;

God shall lift up thy head. 2 Through waves, through clouds and storms,

He gently clears thy way;
Wait thou his time; so shall the night

Soon end in joyous day. 3 He every where hath rule,

And all things serve his might;
His every act pure blessing is,

His path unsullied light.
4 Thou comprehend'st him not ;

Yet earth and heaven tell,
God sits as Sovereign on the throne;

He ruleth all things well.
5 Thou seest our weakness, Lord;

Our hearts are known to thee; 0, lift thou up the sinking hand,

Confirm the feeble knee ! 6 Let us, in life or death,

Boldly thy truth declare,
And publish, with our latest breath,

Thy love and guardian care.



L. M.

SIR H. Wotton.

The Character of a happy Life.

1 HOW happy is he born and taught,

That serveth not another's will, Whose armor is his honest thought,

And simple truth his utmost skill!

2 Whose passions not his masters are,

Whose soul is still prepared for death, Untied unto the world by care

Of public fame, or private breath ; 3 Who envies none that chance doth raise,

Nor vice hath ever understood, How deepest wounds are given by praise,

Nor rules of state, but rules of good; 4 Who hath his life from rumors freed;

Whose conscience is his strong retreat ; Whose state can neither flatterers feed,

Nor ruin make oppressors great ; 5 Who God doth late and early pray

More of his grace than gifts to lend,
And entertains the harmless day

With a religious book or friend; —

6 This man is freed from servile bands

Of hope to rise, or fear to fall;
Lord of himself, though not of lands,

And having nothing, yet hath all.


L. M.

WATTS. The Beatitudes. 1 BLEST are the humble souls that see

Their emptiness and poverty;
Treasures of grace to them are given,
And crowns of joy laid


in heaven. 2 Blest are the meek, who stand afar

From rage and passion, noise and war;
God will secure their happy state,

And plead their cause against the great. 3 Blest are the souls that thirst for grace,

Hunger and long for righteousness;
They shall be well supplied and fed

With living streams and living bread. 4 Blest are the men whose bowels move

And melt with sympathy and love; From Christ the Lord shall they obtain

Like sympathy and love again. 5 Blest are the pure, whose hearts are clean

From the defiling powers of sin ;
With endless pleasure they shall see

A God of spotless purity.
6 Blest are the men of peaceful life,

Who quench the coals of growing strife; They shall be called the heirs of bliss,

The sons of God, the God of peace. . 7 Blest are the sufferers who partake

Of pain and shame for Jesus' sake;
Their souls shall triumph in the Lord ;
Glory and joy are their reward.

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