Heavenly blessings, without measure, Let our joyful songs record. 5 Tune your harps anew, ye seraphs! Glory, glory to the Lamb! LXXXIV. "As the branch cannot bear fruit of itself, except it abide in the vine, no more can ye, except ye abide in me."John xv. 4. 1 JESUS, immutably the same, Thou true and living vine! 2 Quickened by thee, and kept alive, 3 I can do nothing without thee, 4 Upon my leaf, when parched with heat, Refreshing dews shall drop; The plant which thy right hand hath set, 5 Each moment watered by thy care, *LXXXV. "What shall I render unto the Lord, for all his benefits toward me."-Psalm cxvi. 12. (COMPOSED ON NEW YEAR'S DAY.) 1 I COME, my Lord, to offer up to thee, A worthless, but a willing offering; A heart, where only evil I can see, Yet, not for that, refuse the gift I bring: Oh, deign to accept it-cast each evil out, And make it pure, and new, within, without. 2 I come, my Lord, to offer up to thee, All it now suffers of distress and pain ; It is thine own; work thou thy will in me; Let me not once resist it, or complain, But meekly in my sufferings acquiesce, Assured that thou each pang wilt deign to bless. 3 I come, my Lord, to offer up to thee, All that that heart can dictate or perform; Let thy blest Spirit its controller be, Let thy pure love its every movement warm; And make that heart, once sin's defiled abode, The holy habitation of my God. 4 I come, my Lord, to offer up to thee, The brief remainder of life's fleeting span; Whate'er I have, or am, thine own shall be, Without thee, I will form no wish nor plan; Time, talents, influence, actions, thoughts and words, All, all be unreservedly my Lord's! 5 I come, my Lord, to offer up to thee, A creature made thine own by every tie; Hast thou not formed, preserved, and ransomed me? Oh, didst thou not to pay my ransom, die? Lord, at thy feet my worthless self I lay, Oh, never, never cast me thence away. *LXXXVI. "Blessed are they that mourn.”—Matt. v. 4. 1 I HEARD the voice of love divine, 2 Again it spoke-"Come unto me, worn, "Rest and refreshment are for thee: "Blessed are they that mourn.” 3 I heard a voice in truth's pure word, A saint who sorrow's yoke had borne, "Blest is the man thou chastenest, Lord!" "Blessed are they that mourn.” 4 I heard an angel voice proclaim, 66 Yon victors bright, whom crowns adorn, 5 Why should I then for sufferings grieve, Since Sorrow leads to joy's bright bourne ? Let me indeed the words believe, “Blessed are they that mourn!" LXXXVII. Deuteronomy viii. 2—16. 1 CAN I forget the wondrous ways How strangely kept, how strangely fed, Tempted, and proved by hopes and fears, I roved for many sinful years! 2 Provoked, thou didst not quite depart, Its stubbornness, deceit, and pride! 3 Long in a tempted state forlorn, Thou hast my kind supporter been: 4 I now thy love's design perceive; He to myself that love hath shewn ; H |