3 Let discord-child of hell!
Be banish'd far away;

Those 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.

HYMN 215.

C. M.

SWAIN.

1H W those who love the Lord,

OW sweet, how heav'nly is the sight,

In one another's peace delight,

And so fulfil his word:

2 When each can feel his brother's sigh,
And with him bear a part:

When sorrows flow from eye to eye,
And joy from heart to heart :—

3 When free from envy, scorn, and pride, Our wishes all above,

Each can his brother's failings hide,
And show a brother's love!

4 Let love in one delightful stream,
Thro' every bosom flow;

And union sweet, and dear esteem,
In every action glow.

5 Love is the golden chain that binds
The happy souls above;

And he's an heir of heav'n who finds
His bosom glow with love.

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HYMN 216.

L. M.

HEGINBOTHOM.

Peace of Conscience. Acts xxiv. 16.

WEET peace of conscience, heav'nly
guest!

Come, fix thy mansion in my breast;
Dispel my doubts, my fears control,
And heal the anguish of my soul.

2 Come, smiling hope, and joy sincere,
Come, make your constant dwelling here;
Still let your presence cheer my heart,
Nor sin compel you to depart.

3 Thou God of hope, and peace divine,
O, make these sacred pleasures mine!
Forgive my sins, my fears remove,
And send the tokens of thy love.

4 Then, should mine eyes, without a tear,
See death, with all his terrors, near;
My heart should then in death rejoice,
And raptures tune my falt'ring voice.

HYMN 217.

6, 8.

RAFFLES.

1C I sigh for thy return;

YOME, heavenly peace of mind,

I seek, but cannot find

The joys for which I mourn ; Ah! where's the Saviour now, Whose smiles I once possess'd?

Till he return, I bow,

By heaviest grief oppress'd;
My days of happiness are gone,
And I am left to weep alone.
2 I tried each earthly charm-

In pleasure's haunts I stray'd-
I sought its soothing balm-
I ask'd the world its aid;
But ah! no balm it had ·
To heal a wounded breast,
And I, forlorn and sad,

Must seek another rest;
My days of happiness are gone,
And I am left to weep alone.
3 Where can the mourner go,
And tell his tale of grief?
Ah! who can sooth his wo,
And give him sweet relief?
Thou, Jesus! canst impart,
By thy long wish'd return,
Ease to this wounded heart,
And bid me cease to mourn;
Then shall this night of sorrow flee,
And I rejoice, my Lord, in thee.

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218. S. M.

DODDRIDGE.

Rejoicing. Ps. cxxxviii. 5.

NOW

TOW let our voices join To form a sacred song ; Ye pilgrims, in Jehovah's ways, With music pass along.

2 How straight the path appears
How open and how fair!

No lurking gins t'entrap our feet,
No fierce destroyer there.

3 But flowers of Paradise
In rich profusion spring;
The Sun of glory gilds the path,
And dear companions sing.

4 All honor to his name,

Who marks the shining way,To him who leads the wand'rers on To realms of endless day.

HYMN 219.

C. M.

Resignation.

BEDDOME.

Great God, are in thy hand;

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

2 If thou should'st 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 murm'ring word, Tho' the whole world were gone, But seek enduring happiness

In thee, and thee alone.

YOUNG.

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HYMN 220. C. M.

OUR hearts are fasten'd to this world

By strong and num❜rous ties,

And every sorrow breaks a string,
And urges us to rise.

2 When heav'n would kindly set us free,
And earth's enchantment end,
It takes the most effectual means,
And robs us of a friend.

3 Resign-and all the load of life
That moment you remove;
Its heavy tax, ten thousand cares
Devolve on ONE above.

HYMN 221.

C. M.

RIPPON.

Self-denial. Mark viii. 34.

ND must I part with all I have,

A My dearest Lord, for thee?

It is but right, since thou hast done
Much more than this for me.

2 Yes, let it go-one look from thee
Will more than make amends,
For all the losses I sustain

Of credit, riches, friends.

3 Ten thousand worlds, ten thousand lives, How worthless they appear,

Compar'd with thee, supremely good,
Divinely bright and fair!