8 Let envy, child of hell!
Be banish'd far away;

They should in strictest friendship dwell,
Who the same Lord obey.

4 Thus will the church below
Resemble that above,

Where streams of pleasure ever flow,
And ev'ry heart is love.

The heart purified to unfeigned love of the
Brethren by the Spirit. 1 Pet. i. 22.
GREAT Spirit of immortal love,

Vouchsafe our fozen hearts to move;
With ardour strong these breasts inflame
To all that own the Saviour's name..

2 Still let the heav'nly fire endure
Fervent and vigorous, true and pure;
Let ev'ry heart and ev'ry hand
Join in the dear fraternal band.

3 Celestial Dove, descend, and bring
The smiling blessings on thy wing;
And make us taste those sweets below
Which in the blissful mansions grow.

CLVIII. S. M.

BALTIMORE COLLEC

Love to the Saints.

LOVE the sons of grace,
The heirs of bliss divine,

Who walk in paths of righteousness,

Aud fly from ev'ry sin.

They will my faults reprove,
When heedlessly I err;

How do I prize their faithful love!
Their kind and tender care.

3 They Jesus' image bear;
How lovely is the sight:

They shall at length with him appear
In everlasting light.

4 They love the Father's name,
And gladly do his will;
They humbly follow Christ the lamb,
In purity and zeal.

5 Their footsteps I'll pursue,
With vigour till I die;'
Rejoicing in the pleasing view
Of meeting them on high.

6 It is a sweet employ

To join in worship here;
But how divine will be the joy,
To see each other there!

No

CLIX. L. M. P

Little Flock.

O mortal ties can be compar'd With those that join the Saviour's fold Those bands of love by heav'n bestow'd, Not earn'd by works, nor bought with gold 2 By these, th' followers of the lamb,

"Know they have pass'd from death to life;"
These bands still sweeten ev'ry song,
And help to banish sinful strife.

3 Though all the world combin'd disdain,
The "little flock" renew'd by grace;
This flock may glory in their gain,
In Jesus' heart they have a place.

L

4 This "little flock," and only they,

Enjoy the Saviour's smiles in time; And they, at last, in endless day, Shall bright with God and Angels shine. 5 In heav'n, remote from sin and care, An endless rest shall they enjoy ; Their Saviour's image they shall wear, His praise shall all their powers employ. 6 But O! the doleful, dreadful end,

Of all their and their Saviour's foes;
See! o'er them vengeful clouds impend,
Which soon will burst in endless woes.
7 Then the opposers of the cross,

Must cease to sport, and sink to dwell
Among th' infernal, howling ghosts,
In blackest shades of death and hell.

LOVE TO ENEMIES.

CLX. C. M. RIPPON'S SELEC.

Love to our Enemies from the example of Christ. Luke xxiii, 34, Mat. v, 44,

1

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LOUD we sing the wondrous grace,
Christ to his murd'rers bare;

Which made the torturing cross its throne,
And hung its trophies there.

2 "Father, forgive," his mercy cried,
With his expiring breath,

And drew eternal blessings down
On those who wrought his death.

3 Jesus, this wondrous love we sing,
And whilst we sing admire;

Breathe on our souls, and kindle there,
The same celestial fire.

4 Sway'd by thy dear example, we For enemies will pray;

With love, their hatred, and their curse
With blessings will repay.

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PATIENCE.

CLXI. L. M. BEDDOME.

Patience.

EAR Lord, though bitter is the

cup

Thy gracious hand deals out to me,

I cheerfully will drink it up,

That cannot hurt which comes from thee.

2 Tis full of thine unchanging love,

Nor can a drop of wrath be there; The saints for ever bless'd above, Were often most afflicted here.

3 From Jesus thy incarnate Son,

I'll learn obedience to thy will; And humbly kiss the chast'ning rod, When its severest strokes I feel.

CLXII. C. M. S. STENNETT.

Pleading with God under affliction. Lam. iii. 39.
HY should a living man complain
Of deep distress within,

1

Since every sigh and every pain
Is but the fruit of sin?

2 No, Lord, I'll patiently submit,
Nor ever dare rebel;

Yet sure I may here at thy feet,
My painful feelings tell.

3 Thou seest what floods of sorrow rise,
And beat upon my soul:

One trouble to another cries,
Billows on billows roll.

4 From fear to hope, and hope to fear,
My shipwreck'd soul is tost;
"Till I am tempted in despair
To give up all for lost.

5. Yet through the stormy clouds I'll look
Once more to thee, my God:
O fix my feet upon a rock,

Beyond the gaping flood.

6 One look of mercy from thy face,
Will set my heart at ease:
One all-commanding word of Grace
Will make the tempest cease.

RESIGNATION,

BEDDOME.

CLXIII. C. M. Abridge tune.
Resignation or, God our Portion,

'M'

Y times of sorrow and of joy,
Great God, are in thy hand;

My choicest comforts come from thee,
And go at thy command,

2 If thou shouldst take them all away,
Yet would I not repine;
Before they were possess'd by me,
They were entirely thine.

3 Nor would I drop a murmuring word,
Though the whole world were gone,
But seek enduring happiness

In thee, and thee alone.

4 What is the world with all its store?
'Tis but a bitter-sweet;

When I attempt to pluck the rose,
A piercing thorn I meet.