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Pillars in the Heavenly Temple.
1 ALL hail, victorious Saviour, hail!
3 Therein as pillars let us stand,
Uprear'd by thy almighty hand,
4 There, deep engraven, let us bear
5 In lasting characters inscribe
1 ALMIGHTY goodness, power divine,
2 For man and beast, here daily food,
And there, for drink, the crystal flood,
3 By cooling streams and soft'ning showers
And trees and plants, and herbs and flowers, Their Maker's bounty smiling spread.
4 The flowery tribes, all blooming, rise Above the faint attempts of art;
Their bright inimitable dyes.
Speak sweet conviction to the heart.
5 Ye curious winds, that roam abroad,
1 AND is the gospel peace and love?
The serpent blended with the dove,
2 Whene'er the angry passions rise,
And tempt our thoughts or tongues to strife; On Jesus let us fix our eyes,
Bright pattern of the Christian life!
3 O how benevolent and kind!
How mild! how ready to forgive! Be his the temper of our mind, And his the rules by which we live. 4 To do his heavenly Father's will Was his employment and delight;
Humility and holy zeal
Shone through his life divinely bright!
5 Dispensing good where'er he came,
The only Perfect. Eccles. vii. 20. Job xiv. 4. Isa. Ixiv. 6.
1 COULD I of all perfection boast,
As pure as that which Adam lost,
2 Were I as Abra'm, strong in faith,
3 If I more meek than Moses were,
4 Was I, as Job, submissive still,
5 If I was wise as Solomon,
Like him with zeal and ardour shone;
6 Had I an angel's purity,
Nor good confess in name or thing,
Rain of Heaven. Psa. lxxii. 6. Isa. Iv. 10, 11. 1 AS showers on meadows newly mown, Jesus shall shed his blessings down; Crown'd with whose life-infusing drops, Earth shall renew her blissful crops.
2 Lands, that beneath a burning sky,
3 The dews and rains in all their store,
4 As, in soft silence, vernal showers Descend, and cheer the fainting flowers; So, in the secrecy of love,
Falls the sweet influence from above.
5 That heavenly influence let me find
While every grace maintains its bloom,
6 Nor let these blessings be confin'd
41. C. M.
Zeal and Vigour in the Christian Race. Phil. iii. 12, 14.
1 AWAKE, my soul! stretch every nerve,
2 A cloud of witnesses around
3 'Tis God's all-animating voice
4 That prize, with peerless glory bright,
When victors' wreaths and monarchs' gems
5 Then, soul, with all thy waken'd powers,
Triumph in Prospect of future Glory. Rom. xiii. 11.
1 AWAKE, ye saints! and raise your eyes,
Awake, and praise that sovereign love,