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4 When from his courts the fun retires,
For Charity Lectures.
REAT author of th' immortal mind,
2 While I thy boundless love admire,
To cheer thy friends and enemies ;
4 Enlarge my foul, with love, like thine;
5 I hope for pardon, thro' thy fon,
HYMN CCXXXII. L. M. [GIBBONS.]
HEN Jefus dwelt in mortal clay, What were his works from day to day, But miracles of pow'r and grace, That fpread falvation thro' our race 2 Teach us, O Lord, to keep in view Thy pattern; and thy fteps pursue ; While alms bestow'd and kindness done Is witnefs'd by each rolling fun. HYMN CCXXXIII. S. M.
Love as Brethren.
IET party names no more,
The chriftian world o'erfpread;
2 Among the faints on earth,
Let mutual love be found
3 Let envy, child of hell,
Be banifh'd far away;
Thofe fhould in fweeteft friendship dwell,
4 Then will the church below, Refemble that above;
Where ftreams of pleafure ever flow,
HYMN CCXXXIV. C. M. [COWPER.]
NO ftrength of nature can fuffice,
To ferve the Lord aright; And what she has, the mifapplies, For want of clearer light.
2 How long beneath the law I lay,
I toil'd, the precept to obey,
Then to abstain from outward fin,
4 Then all my fordid works were done,
Now freely chofen in thy' Son,
5 What fhall I do? was then the word,
What fhall I render to the Lord?
6 To fee the law by Chrift fulfill'd,
HYMN CCXXXV. C. M. [STEELE.]
AND is the gofpel peace and love?
Such let our converfation be; The ferpent blended with the dove, Wifdom and meek fimplicity.
2 Whene'er the angry paffions rise,
And tempt our thoughts or tongues to ftrife; To Jefus let us lift our eyes, Bright pattern of the chriftian life. 3 O how benevolent and kind!
How mild! how ready to forgive!
To do his heav'nly father's will,
HYMN CCXXXVI. c. M. [STERLE.]
YE humble fouls approach your God,
7 All nature owns his guardian care, In him we live and move;
But nobler benefits declare
3 He gave his fon, his only fon, To ranfom rebel worms;
'Tis here he makes his goodness known, In its diviner forms.
4 To this dear refuge, Lord, we come,
A fafe defence, a peaceful home,
5 Thine eye beholds with kind regard
6 Great God, to thy almighty love,
P. M. [RICHARDS.]
SHOUT Jehovah ftrong in battle,
Count the vict'ries he hath won; Sing the Saviour's mighty conquefts, Praise him, praise him, cry tis done : He hath finish'd, finifh'd, finifh'd, he hath What his love ere worlds begun, [ finish'a
2 Give to Jefus pow'r, and glory,