Inflame our hearts with holy zeal, To honour all thy righteous will The spirit of our fathers give, O never let our love grow cold, For grace and truth may we be bold, Through faith and hope, and life and love, O may we sweetly rise, Soaring through grace to things above, To grasp th' eternal prize. HYMN XII. C. M. The best Robe. Now for a wondrous song, The prodigal's return'd; Th' apostate bold and base; And long abused his grace. What treatment since he came? Love, tenderly exprest; C. What robe is brought to hide his shame? The best the very best. Ye elder sons be still, Give no vile passion vent: My brethren, 'tis our father's will, And you must be content. All that he has is yours; That love that all your states secures, Good God! are these thy ways? And favour'd with peculiar grace, Hart. HYMN XIV. L. M. The Ring. BEHOLD! a prodigal in tears! He loathes the swine, nor husks can eat; See, Lord, the exile from afar, Give me the welcome kiss of peace, The precious ring of endless love, Needy, unclean, and vile and poor, I hear that those who ask receive, HYMN XV. C. M. The two Resurrections. THE praise of Christ ye Christians sound, Thou lowly Jesus, give us all Not in ourselves we dare to boast, What hast thou promis'd, dearest Lord, Lord, conquer pride, that vilest sin; May we all tread thy sacred paths, Conform us more like saints above, Who cast their crowns before thy feet, And lose themselves in thee. Burnham. 1 HYMN XVII. C. M. Christ a Priest. OUR great High Priest atonement made, The law fulfill'd, the ransom paid, The types and shadows fled away So sol's bright beams the op'ning day, Ten thousand beasts on altars slain, The sinner's pardon could not gain, A nobler sacrifice than they In him a righteousness complete, HYMN XVIII. C. M. The Trial of the Heart. Cobby RETIRED from the world and noise, My busy heart inquires, Come they from heav'n, celestial Dove? Great God, thy penetrating eye No darkness can from thee conceal, Who can thy powerful hand escape, Can be conceal'd from thee. Then search and try my inmost soul, Sow there the seeds of ev'ry grace, And ev'ry lust subdue. Beddome. |