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4 Shall Jesus leave the realms of day,
And clothe himself in humble clay?
Shall he become despis'd and poor,
To make me rich forever more?
5 And shall I wickedly withhold,
To give my silver or my gold?
To aid a cause my soul approvės,
And save the sinners Jesus loves?
6 Expand my heart-incline me, Lord,
To give the whole I can afford;"
That what thy bounty render'd mine,
I may with cheerful hands resign.

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396. 8. 7. Francis.

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A Collection for the Spread of the Gospel.
WITH my substance I will honor
My Redeemer, and my Lord;
Were ten thousand worlds my manor,
All were nothing to his word.
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His abounding grace proclaim,
Let his friends of ev'ry station,
Gladly join to spread his fame.
8 May his kingdom be promoted,
May the world the Saviour know;
Be my all to him devoted,

To my Lord my all I owe.

[4 Praise the Saviour, all ye nations,
Praise him, all ye hosts above;
Shout, with joyful acclamations,
His divine, victorious love.]

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397. L. M. Anon.

Life hid with Christ in God....Col. iii. 3.

E saints, exult in Jesu's name,

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Make Jesu's love your darling theme;
Sing on-you're in the heav'nly road,
Your life is hid with Christ in God.

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2 'Tis hid from ev'ry carnal eye,
'Tis hid secure with God on high ;
Beyond the reach of earth or hell,
'Tis hid with our Immanuel.

3 Satan may rage, the world annoy,
But neither can this life destroy;
That's safely lodg'd in Jesu's breast,
The sinner's refuge, christian's rest.

4 The seeds of grace your Lord bestows,
From him the oil of grace still flows;
'Till you are rais'd to his abode,
Your life is hid with Christ in God.

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398. L. M. Hoskins.

Living to Christ....Phil. i. 21.

ET thoughtless thousands choose the road,
That leads the soul away from God;

This happiness, dear Lord, be mine,
To live and die entirely thine.

2 On Christ, by faith, my soul would live,
From him, my life, my all receive;
To him devote my fleeting hours,
Serve him alone with all my pow'rs

s Christ is my everlasting all,
To him I look, on him I call;
He will my ev'ry want supply,
In time, and thro' eternity.

4 Soon will the Lord, my life, appear;
Soon shall I end my trials here—
Leave sin and sorrow, death and pain;
To live is Christ....to die is gain.

5 Soon will the saints in glory meet;
Soon walk thro' ev'ry golden street,
And sing on ev'ry blissful plain,
To live is Christ, to die is gain.

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399. L. M. Medley.

Look again.... Jonah ii. 4.
EE a poor sinner, dearest Lord,
Whose soul, encourag'd by thy word,
At mercy's footstool would remain,
And there would look, and look again.
2 How oft, deceiv'd by self and pride,
Has my poor heart been turn'd aside,
And, Jonah-like, has fled from thee,
'Till thou hast look'd again on me.
3 Ah! bring a wretched wand'rer home!
And to thy footstool let me come,
And tell thee all my grief and pain,
And wait, and look, and look again.
4 Do fears and doubts thy soul annoy?
Do thund'ring tempests drown thy joy?
And canst thou not one smile obtain?
Yet wait, and look, and look again.

5 Take courage then, my trembling soul,
One look from Christ will make thee whole
Trust thou in him, 'tis not in vain,
But wait, and look, and look again.
6 That wish'd-for period soon will come,
When I shall reach my blissful home;
And when to glory I attain,

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O then I'll look, and look again.

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Lot's Wife....Luke xvii. 32.

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E careless professors, who rest on your lees, Amidst your vain pleasures, your profit and ease, Now God says, "arise and for life, And look not behind you-remember Lot's wife."

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2 Awake from your slumber, the warning receive; 'Tis Jesus that warns you, While dangers are pending, escape for your life, And look not behind you-remember Lot's wife.

3 The first bold apostate will tempt you to stray, And tell you no dangers are found in the way; He means to deceive you, escape for your life, And look not behind you-remember Lot's wifes 4 How many poor souls has the serpent beguil'd, With specious temptations how many defil'd; Then be not deluded, escape for your life, And look not behind you-remember Lot's wife. 5 The ways of religion true pleasures afford, No pleasures can equal the joys of the Lord; Forsake then the world, and escape for your life, And look not behind you-remember Lot's wife. 6 But if you determine the call to refuse,

And venture the way of destruction to choose, For hell you must part with the blessing of life, And then, if not now, you'll remember Lot's wife.

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401. C. M. Swain.

Brotherly Love....Psalm cxxxiii. 1.

H When 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 O may we feel each brother's sigh,
And with him bear a part:
May sorrows flow from eye to eye,
And joy from heart to heart.

3 Free us from envy, scorn, and pride,
Our wishes fix above;

May each his brother's failings hide,
And shew a brother's love.

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

And union sweet, and dear esteem,
In ev'ry action glow.

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

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

402. S. M. Beddome, altered.
Christian Love....Gal. iii. 28.
ET party names no more

The christian world o'erspread: Gentile and Jew, and bond and free, Are one in Christ, their head. Among the saints on earth

Let mutual love abound: Heirs of the same inheritance Should be in union found. Let envy, child of hell!

Be banish'd from our sight:

Those should in strictest friendship dwell,
Who in the Lord delight.

Then will the church below,

Resemble that above;

Where streams of pleasure ever flow,

And ev'ry heart is love.

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Love is a Flower in Grace.

THE finest flow'r that ever blow'd,
Open'd on Calv'ry's tree,

When Jesu's blood in rivers flow'd,
For love of worthless me!

2 Its deepest hue, its richest smell,
No mortal can declare;

Nor can the tongue of angels tell
How bright the colours are.

3 Earth could not hold so rich a flow'r,
Nor half its beauties show;

Nor could the world and satan's pow'r
Confine its sweets below.

4 On Canaan's banks, supremely fair,
This flow'r of glory blooms:

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