C. M. 517. Watts.

God our Portion. Psalm 73.
i God! my Supporter and my Hope,

My Help for ever near,
Thine arm of mercy held me up,

When sinking in despair.

2 Thy counsels, Lord, shall guide my feet

Through this dark wilderness,
Thy hand conduct me near thy seat,

To dwell before thy face.

3 What if the springs of life were broke,

And flesh and heart should faint ? God is my soul's eternal Rock,

The Strength of every saint. 4 Behold, the sinners that remove

Far from thy presence die: Not all the idol gods they love

Can save them when they cry.

5 But to draw near to thee, my God,

Shall be my sweet employ ; My tongue shall sound thy works abroad,

And tell the world my joy.

C. M. 518.

SELECT COL. Aspirations after the Christian Temper. 1 Almighty Maker, Lord of all,

Of life the only spring, Creator of unnumbered worlds,

Supreme, immortal King,

2 Drive from the windings of my heart

Impenitence and pride ;
Nor let me in forbidden paths

With thoughtless sinners glide. 3. Whate'er thine all-discerning eye

Sees for thy creature fit;
I'll bless the good, and to the ill

Contentedly submit.
4 vet not despair nor fell revenge

Be to my bosom known:
O give me tears for others' woes,

And patience for my own.
5 Feed me with necessary food;

I ask not wealth or fame; Give me an eye to see thy will,

A heart to bless thy name. 6 May still my days serenely pass,

Without remorse or care; And growing holiness my soul

For life's last hour prepare.

L. M.

Prayer for Religious Principle.
I AMIDST a world of hopes and fears,

A wild of cares, and toils, and tears, Where foes alarm, and dangers threat,

And pleasures kill, and glories cheat, 2 Shed down, O Lord? a heavenly ray, To guide me in the doubtful way; And o'er me hold thy shield of power, To guard me in the dangerous hour.

3 Teach me the flattering paths to shun

In which the thoughtless many run, Who for a shade the substance miss, And grasp their ruin in their bliss. May never pleasure, wealth, or pride Allure my wandering soul aside; But, through this maze of mortal ill, Safe lead me to thy heavenly hill.

S. M.



God's Parental Character.




My Father! - cheering name!

I call thee mine!
Give me with humble hope to claim

A portion so divine.
This can my fears control,

And bid my sorrows fly;
What real harm can reach my soul

Beneath my Father's eye?
Whate'er thy will denies,

I calmly would resign;
For thou art just, and good, and wise;

O bend my will to thine!
Whate'er thy will ordains,

O give me strength to bear;
Still let me know a father reigns,

· And trust a father's care.
5 Thy ways are little known

To my weak, erring sight;
Yet shall my soul, believing, own

That all thy ways are right.


C. M.


Thy Kingdom come.”
i Father of me and all mankind,

And all the hosts above,
Let every understanding mind

Unite to praise thy love.

2 Thy kingdom come, with power


grace, To every heart of man; Thy peace, and joy, and righteousness

In all our bosoms reign ;

3 The righteousness that never ends,

But makes an end of sin;
The joy that human thought transcends,

Into our souls bring in;-
4 The kingdom of established peace,

Which can no more remove;
The perfect powers of godliness,

The omnipotence of love.

L. M.



“ God is Love."

1 When darkness long has veiled my mind,

And smiling day once more appears :
Then, my Creator! then I find
The folly of my doubts and fears.

2 Straight I upbraid my wandering heart,

And blush that I should ever be
Thus prone to act so base a part,
Or harbor one hard thought of thee.

3 O let me then at length be taught

What I am still so slow to learn,-
That God is love, and changes not,
Nor knows the shadow of a turn.

4 Sweet truth, and easy to repeat!

But, when my faith is sharply tried,
I find myself a learner yet,

Unskilful, weak, and apt to slide.
5 But ( iny God! one look from thee

Subdues the disobedient will,
Drives doubt and discontent away,
And thy rebellious child is still.

L, M.


SPIRIT OF THE PSALMS. The Soul panting for God. Psalm 42. 1 As the chased hart, midst sultry beams,

Pants for the brook's refreshing streams,
So thirst our souls, O Lord, for thee,

So long thy gracious face to see.
2 For, exiled from our heavenly home,

We here as weary pilgrims roam ;
With toilsome step, and progress slow,

Oft doomed to tread the path of woe.
3 Yet why, with anxious cares oppressed,

Should doubt or sorrow fill the breast?
What dangers can the Christian fear,

With thee, his Saviour, ever near? 4 Not only in the noon of joy

Thy praise shall be our sweet employ;
But e'en aflliction's darkest night
Shall humble gratitude excite.

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