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the pure whose hearts are clean An, defiling pow'r of sin;
Adless pleasure they shall see 2. Bul of spotless purity,
ss'd are the men of peaceful life, Nho quench the coals of growing strife; They shall be call'd the heirs of bliss,
The sons of God, as sons of peace.
Of pain and shame for Jesus' sake;
Hymn 335. L. M. 1. ORD, how secure and blest are they
Who feel the joys of pardon'd sin! Should storms of wrath shake earth and sea,
Their minds have heav'n and peace within. 2. The day glides swiftly o'er their heads, Made
of innocence and love ; And soft and silent as the shades
Their nightly minutes gently move. 2. They scorn to seek our golden toys,
But spend the day, and share the night,
Which heav'n prepares for their delight. 4. Whilst wretched, we like worms and moles
Lie grov'ling in the dust below.
Hymn 336. c. M.
'Tis pleasure to our ears;
A cordial for our fears.
2. Buried in sorrow and in sin,
At hell's dark door we lay's
To see a heav'nly day. 3. Salvation! let the echo fly
The spacious earth around;
Conspire to raise the sound.
Hymn 337, s. M.
With music pass along.
and how fair!
No fierce destroyer there. 3. But flow'rs of Paradise
In rich profusion spring;
And dear companions sing. 4. See Salem's golden spires
In beauteous prospect rise ;
Which sparkle thro’the skies. $. All honour to his Name,
Who marks the shining way;
To realms of endless day.
WFo mansions in the skies,
Hymn 338. C. M.
To mansions in the skies,
I bid farewell to ev'ry fear,
And wipe my weeping eyes.
And hellish darts be hurld,
And face a frowning world.
And storms of sorrow fall;
My God, my heav'n, my all.
In seas of heav'nly rest;
Across my peaceful breast.
Hymn 339. I. M.
HEN Jesus dwelt in mortal clay,
his works from day to day, But miracles of pow'r and grace,
Which spread saivation through our race?
Thy pattern, and thy steps pursue ;
Be vitress'd by each rolling sun.
Who much receives, but nothing gives,
Creation's blot, creation's blank.
In gen'rous acts his radiant way,
IX. CHRISTIAN WORSHIP,
Hymn 340. c. M.
I for ever thine ;
Nor would I dare to sin.
From cares and bus'ness free, 'Tis sweet conversing on my bed
With my own heart and thee. 3. I pay this ev'ning sacrifice :
And when my work is done,
Upon thy grace alone.
I'll give mine eyes to sleep ; Thy hand in safety keeps my days,
And will my slumbers keep.
Hymn 341. L. M.
Self-examination. Gal. iv. 19, 20. I, VHAT strange perplexities arise ?
What anxious fears and jealousies! What crowds in doubtful light appear?
How few, aląs, approv'd and clear! 2. And what am I ?-My soul, awake,
And an impartial survey take:
In practice, or in heart appear?
Say, do his liniaments divine
In thought, and word, and action shine? 4. Searcher of hearts, O search me still ;
The secrets of my soul reveal ;
Hymn 342. L. M.
Family religion, Gen. xvii. 19. 1. ATHER of all, thy.care we bless,
Which crowns our families with peace; From thee they spring, and by thy hand
They have been, and are still sustain'd. 2. To God, most worthy to be prais'd,
Be our domestic altars rais'd;
With saints in their obscurest cell.. 3. To thee may each united house,
Morning and night, present its vows ;
Be taught thy precepts, and thy grace.. 4. O may each future age proclaim
The honours of thy glorious name';
Hymn 343. Si Mi
Else all my worship's vain ;
'Till it be form'd again.
And seize me from above !
A sacrifice of love.