I shall, as my Master, be
Clothed with humility.

2 From the time that thee I know,
Nothing would I seek below;
Aim at nothing great or high,
Lowly both in heart and eye.
3 Simple, teachable, and mild,

Chang'd into a little child;
Pleas'd with all the Lord provides;
Wean'd from all the world besides.

4 Father, fix my soul on thee;
Ev'ry evil let me flee;
Nothing want beneath-above,
Happy in thy precious love.

5 O! that all may seek, and find
Ev'ry good in JESUS join'd!
Him let Isr'el still adore ;
Trust him, praise him evermore!

189. Love. C.M.

And now abideth Faith, Hope, Charity, (or Love); these three; but the greatest of these is Charity. 1 COR.

xiii. 13.

HAPPY the heart where graces reign,
And love inspires the breast!
Love is the brightest of the train,
And strengthens all the rest.

2 Without it, knowledge is in vain,
And all in vain our fear;
Our stubborn sins will fight and reign,
If love be absent there.

3 'Tis love that makes our cheerful feet
In swift obedience move;
The devils know, and tremble too,
But Satan cannot love.

4 This is the grace, that lives and sings, When faith and hope shall cease; And this shall strike our joyful strings In realms of endless peace.

5 When join'd to that harmonious throng,
That fills the choirs above,
Then shall we tune our golden harps,
And every note be love.

190. Patience. L.M.

Why art thou cast down, O my Soul? and why art thou disquieted in me? Hope thou in God: for I shall yet praise him for the help of his countenance.-PSALM xlii. 5.

BE still, my heart! these anxious cares To thee are burdens, thorns, and snares: They cast dishonour on thy Lord, And contradict his gracious word. 2 Brought safely by his hand thus far, Why wilt thou now give place to fear? How canst thou want if he provide, Or lose thy way with such a guide?

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3 Secure before his mercy-seat
Thou may'st to him thy all commit;
His promises thy warrant prove
To trust his wisdom, pow'r, and love.
4 Did ever trouble yet befal,
And he refuse to hear thy call?
And has he not his promise past,
That thou shalt overcome at last?

5 [He who has help'd me hitherto,
Will help me all my journey through ;
And give me daily cause to raise
New Ebenezers to his praise.]

6 Though rough and thorny be the road, It leads thee home, apace, to God; Then count thy present trials small, For heav'n will make amends for all.

191. Patience. L.M.

I will also leave in the midst of thee an afflicted and poor people, and they shall trust in the name of the Lord. ZEPH. iii. 12.

"POOR and afflicted," Lord, are thine, Among the great they seldom shine; Yet, tho' the world may think it strange, They would not with the world exchange.

2 "Poor and afflicted," yes, they are: They're not exempt from grief and care; But he, who sav'd them by his blood, Makes ev'ry sorrow yield them good.

3 ["Poor and afflicted;" 'tis their lot; They know it, and they murmur not: "Twould ill become them to refuse The state their Master deign'd to choose.] 4" Poor and afflicted;" yet they sing,

For JESUS is their glorious King: "Thro'suff'rings perfect"now he reigns, And shares in all their griefs and pains. 5 "Poor and afflicted:" but ere long

They'll join the bright celestial throng: Their suff'rings then will reach a close, And heav'n afford them sweet repose. 6 And while they walk the thorny way, They're often heard to sigh and say, "Come, gracious Lord; O quickly come; "And take thy mourning pilgrims home!"

192.

Patience. 7s.

If ye endure chastening, GOD dealeth with you as with sons; for what son is he whom the father chasteneth not? But if ye be without chastisement, whereof all are partakers, then are ye bastards, and not sons.HEBREWS xii. 7, 8.

'TIS my happiness below,
Not to live without the cross;
But the SAVIOUR's pow'r to know
Sanctifying ev'ry loss:
Trials must and will befal;
But, with humble faith to see
Love inscrib'd upon them all;
This is happiness to me.

2 GOD, in Isr'el sows the seeds
Of affliction, pain and toil;
These spring up and choke the weeds
Which would else o'erspread the soil:
Trials make the promise sweet;
Trials give new life to prayer;
Trials bring me to his feet,
Lay me low, and keep me there.
3 Did I meet no trials here,

No chastisements by the way;
Might I not with reason, fear
I should prove a cast-away;
Bastards may escape the rod,
Sunk in earthly, vain delight;
But the true-born child of GOD
Must not, would not, if he might.

193. Resignation. C.M.

Whom the Lord loveth he chasteneth, and scourgeth every son whom he receiveth.-HEBREWS xii. 6.

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SUBMISSIVE to thy will, my GOD,
I all to thee resign;

I bow before thy chast'ning rod!

And mourn, but not repine.

2 Why should my foolish heart complain When wisdom, truth, and love,

Direct, the stroke, inflict the pain,
And point to joys above?