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417. C. M. Watts.
Aspiring to Heavenly Joys.
THERE's nothing round the spacious earth, To boundless joys and solid mirth,
My nobler thought aspires.
From sin and dross refin'd;
And fit to cheer the mind. 3 Had I the pinions of a dove,
I'd climb the heavenly road;
418. C. M. Walls.
Sheds his kind beams abroad, "Tis a young heaven on earthly ground
And glory in the bud.
In this wild desert springs;
On sweet celestial things..
How soon my sins arise,
From these lamenting eyes !
The shining day appear,
And guilt and darkness here.
5 Up to the fields above the skies
My hasty feet would go-
419. C. M. W. & B.
that dear world of light and bliss,
I lift my longing eyes. 2 There Jesus, the unsetting Sun,
Darts forth his brightest rays, And every heart and every tongue
Unite to love and praise.
And all is peace within,
The conscience all serene.
Distrust and slavish fear;
Or drops the briny tear.
So far from that abode?
420. C. M. Watts.
TENCE from my soul, sad thoughts, begone, My tongue shall triumph in my God,
And make a joyful noise.
And drown'd my head in tears,
Dispell’d my gloomy fears.
3 O what immortal joys I felt,
And raptures ali divine, When Jesus told me I was his,
And my beloved mine! 4 In vain the tempter frights my soul,
And breaks my peace in vain, One glimpse, dear Saviour, of thy face, Revives my joys again.
421. C. M. Beddome. Resignation ; or, God our Portion. MY
times of sorrow and of joy,'
Great God! are in thy hand; My choicest comforts come from thee,
And go at thy command.
Yet would I not repine;
They were entirely thine.
Though the whole world were gone; But seek enduring happiness
In Thee, and Thee alone. 4 What is the world, with all its stores ?
'Tis but a bitter sweet; When I attempt to pluck the rose,
A piercing thorn I meet. 5 Here perfect bliss can ne'er be found,
The honey.'s mix'd with gall; 'Midst changing scenes, and dying friends, Be Thou my all in all.
422. C. M. Steele. Humble Reliance and Submission. My Gend my will to thine!
Y God, my Father, thou art wise; Whate'er toy providence denies,
I caln.ly would resign.
2 Whate'er thy sacred will ordains,
O give me strength to bear! And let me know my Father reigns,
And trust his tender care. 3 If pain and sickness rend this frame,
Ảnd life almost depart,
To cheer my drooping heart?
Their power why should I fear? My inward peace they cannot wound,
If thou, my God, art near. 5 Thy sovereign ways are all unknown
To my weak, erring sight; Yet let nay soul, adoring, own That all thy ways are right.
423. C. M. Cowper.
LORD, my best desires fulfil,
And help me to resign
And make thy pleasure mine. 2 Why should I shrink at thy command, Whose love forbids
fears? Or tremble at the gracious hand
That wipes away my tears? 3 No! let me rather freely yield
What most I prize, to thee, Who never hast a good withheld,
Nor wilt withhold from me. 4 Thy favour, all my journey through
Thou art engaged to grant;, What else I want, or think I do,
'Tis better still to want. 5 Wisdom and 'mercy guide my way
Shall I resist them both ?
A poor blind creature of a day,
And crush'd before the moth! 6 But, ah! my inward spirit cries,
Still bind me to thy sway;
424. C. M. Watts.
And leave our hearts behind.
With honour can appear;
Through the disguise they wear. 3 Their lifted eyes salute the skies,
Their bending knees the ground; But God abhors the sacrifice,
Where not the heart is found. 4 Lord, search my thoughts, and try my ways,
And make my soul sincere; Then shall I stand before thy face, And find acceptance there.
425. L. M. Rippon's Selection. In your patience possess ye your souls. PA
ATIENCE!-0, what a grace divine!
Sent froin the God of power and love. Submissive to its Father's hand,
As through the wilds of life we rove. 2 By patience we serenely bear
The troubles of our mortal state,