8 Let envy, child of hell! They should in strictest friendship dwell, 4 Thus will the church below Where streams of pleasure ever flow, The heart purified to unfeigned love of the Vouchsafe our fozen hearts to move; 2 Still let the heav'nly fire endure 3 Celestial Dove, descend, and bring CLVIII. S. M. BALTIMORE COLLEC Love to the Saints. LOVE the sons of grace, Who walk in paths of righteousness, Aud fly from ev'ry sin. They will my faults reprove, How do I prize their faithful love! 3 They Jesus' image bear; They shall at length with him appear 4 They love the Father's name, 5 Their footsteps I'll pursue, 6 It is a sweet employ To join in worship here; No CLIX. L. M. P Little Flock. O mortal ties can be compar'd With those that join the Saviour's fold Those bands of love by heav'n bestow'd, Not earn'd by works, nor bought with gold 2 By these, th' followers of the lamb, "Know they have pass'd from death to life;" 3 Though all the world combin'd disdain, L 4 This "little flock," and only they, Enjoy the Saviour's smiles in time; And they, at last, in endless day, Shall bright with God and Angels shine. 5 In heav'n, remote from sin and care, An endless rest shall they enjoy ; Their Saviour's image they shall wear, His praise shall all their powers employ. 6 But O! the doleful, dreadful end, Of all their and their Saviour's foes; Must cease to sport, and sink to dwell LOVE TO ENEMIES. CLX. C. M. RIPPON'S SELEC. Love to our Enemies from the example of Christ. Luke xxiii, 34, Mat. v, 44, 1 Α' LOUD we sing the wondrous grace, Which made the torturing cross its throne, 2 "Father, forgive," his mercy cried, And drew eternal blessings down 3 Jesus, this wondrous love we sing, Breathe on our souls, and kindle there, 4 Sway'd by thy dear example, we For enemies will pray; With love, their hatred, and their curse •D PATIENCE. CLXI. L. M. BEDDOME. Patience. EAR Lord, though bitter is the cup Thy gracious hand deals out to me, I cheerfully will drink it up, That cannot hurt which comes from thee. 2 Tis full of thine unchanging love, Nor can a drop of wrath be there; The saints for ever bless'd above, Were often most afflicted here. 3 From Jesus thy incarnate Son, I'll learn obedience to thy will; And humbly kiss the chast'ning rod, When its severest strokes I feel. CLXII. C. M. S. STENNETT. Pleading with God under affliction. Lam. iii. 39. 1 Since every sigh and every pain 2 No, Lord, I'll patiently submit, Yet sure I may here at thy feet, 3 Thou seest what floods of sorrow rise, One trouble to another cries, 4 From fear to hope, and hope to fear, 5. Yet through the stormy clouds I'll look Beyond the gaping flood. 6 One look of mercy from thy face, RESIGNATION, BEDDOME. CLXIII. C. M. Abridge tune. 'M' Y times of sorrow and of joy, My choicest comforts come from thee, 2 If thou shouldst take them all away, 3 Nor would I drop a murmuring word, In thee, and thee alone. 4 What is the world with all its store? When I attempt to pluck the rose, |