2 'Twas love to God and love to man,
The dear Redeemer brought;
No metaphysic doctrine can
Compare with what he taught

3 Why do we judge each other so?
This judging genders strife;
It is enough our Lord to know,
And feel his heav'nly life..

4 What if my brother disagrees
With me in certain things;
Yet strives by works of love to please,
And fruit abundant brings?

5 Shall I disown a brother dear,
For whom my Saviour died?
Can I be fill'd with gospel fear,
And walk in all this pride?

6 O may I learn to walk in love,
In charity abound;

Possess those tempers of the dove,
Which rather heal than wound.

CVII. HYMN.-P. M.

1 THUS saith the mighty God,
To Israel's shepherd's all,

Hear ye my sacred word,
Attend my solemn call.

Should not my sheep

In me their head,

By you be fed-
Lie down and sleep?

2 Ye labour night and day
To lay up wealth in store,

My sheep are made a prey,
To feed yourselves the more.

With cruel arm

Their fleece ye take,

And garments make To keep you warm.

3 The sick ye have not heal'd,
Nor comforted the dams;
Nor brought into the field
The poor bewilder'd lambs.

With cruel force

And also school'd,

Ye have them rul'd,

To make them worse.

4 Through mountains high and low, My sheep and lambs are stray'd;

And none on earth below

A thorough search have made.

Therefore attend,

And hear my word, Thus saith the Lord, To you I send.

5 Behold! I will require

My flock out of your hands;
No more shall you for hire
O'errule my sheep and lambs!
my choice!

I know

Both far and near,

And they shall hear,

My saving voice.

6 Like as a shepherd kind,
I'll look for all my sheep;
And ev'ry one I find,
In safety I will keep...

The wolf or bear,

Or lion bold,

Within the fold,

Shall ne'er come there.

7 In pastures ever green

I'll cause my sheep to feed,
The shade or cooling stream
Supplying all their need:

On mountains high, They'll take the air,
Free from all care, No danger nigh.

8 The lost shall all be found,
The sent away call'd in;

The sick and lame made sound,
The filthy ones made clean.

Thus saith the Lord, My flock are men;

I promise them,

I am their God.

CVIII. HYMN.-C. M.

1 WHO made the sun to rule the day,
And moon to guide the night?
'Twas God the Father of the world,
Sole author of the light.

2 Who made the spring to bloom so gay, And does the summer call?

'Tis God who guards us ev'ry day, With equal love to all.

3 Who gave us minds to seek the truth, His word to understand?

Who spread the gospel o'er the earth? 'Twas done by God's command.

4 Who watches o'er us while we sleep,
And ev'ry want supplies?
'Tis God, who will his children keep,
Whose goodness never dies.

5 Who gives us liberty and peace, And who will sinners save? 'Tis God, whose goodness ne'er will cease, Though seas forget to wave.

CIX. HYMN.— c, M.

i HOSANNAH to our conqu'ring king,
The Saviour lives again!
Not all the bolts and bars of death
The conqu'ror could detain.

2 How sad and mournful was the hour,
While in the tomb he lay!

But God descends in mighty power,
And death resigns his prey.

3 Hosah to our conqu'ring king,
All hail, triumphant love!

Ten thousand songs of glories wait
To crown thy head above.

4 Thy vict'ries and thy deathless fame Through the wide world shall run; And everlasting ages sing

The triumphs thou hast won.

CX. HYMN.—P. M.

1 JESUS calls, I will adore him,
Cheerfully his name record-
Sinners, come and fall before him,
Trust in his redeeming word-
He is Christ the blessed Saviour,
Sent from God to guilty men,
To bestow on them his favour-
Hallelujah to his name.

2 Hither all ye weary trav❜llers,
Heavy laden sinners, come;
He'll release you from your labours,
Kindly take your spirits home:
He will give you life eternal,
He will give you peace and joy;
Nothing hurtful shall disturb you,
Death no more your souls annoy.

3 Hark! he saith to guilty sinners,
"Take my yoke and learn of me;
I'll assist the young beginners,
Make their souls from bondage free:
Take my yoke, thou wandering stranger,
Bear the same with sweet delight;