4 Whose breast expands with generous warmth
A stranger's woes to feel;
And bleeds in pity o'er the wound
He wants the power to heal.

5 He spreads his kind supporting arms
To every child of grief;
His secret bounty largely flows,
And brings unask'd relief.

6 To gentle offices of love
His feet are never slow:

He views through mercy's melting eye
A brother in a foe.

7 Peace from the bosom of his God,
My peace to him I give;

And when he kneels before the throne,
His trembling soul shall live.

8 To him protection shall be shown,
And mercy from above

Descend on those who thus fulfil
The perfect law of love.

HYMN DCXCV.

The Christian Warfare. Ephes. vi. 10-17.

MRS. BARBAULD.

1 AWAKE, my soul! lift up thine eyes; See where thy foes against thee rise;

In long array, a numerous host;
Awake, my soul! or thou art lost.

2 Here giant danger threatening stands,
Mustering his pale terrific bands;
There pleasure's silken banners spread,
And willing souls are captive led.

3 See where rebellious passions rage,
And fierce desires and lusts engage;
The meanest foe of all the train
Has thousands and ten thousands slain.

4 Thou tread'st upon enchanted ground; Perils and snares beset thee round; Beware of all, guard every part,

But most, the traitor in thy heart.

5 Come then, my soul! now learn to wield
The weight of thine immortal shield;
Put on the armour from above
Of heavenly truth, and heavenly love.

6 The terror and the charm repel,
And powers of earth, and pow'rs of hell;
The man of Calvary triumph'd here:*
Why should his faithful follow'rs fear?

*The agonies which Jesus sustained he suffered as a man, hence the propriety of this term here, relative to his humanity and it's agreement with his title, "The Son of Man."

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HYMN DCXCVI.

The Pilgrimage of Life.

MRS. BARBAULD.

UR country is Immanuel's ground;
We seek that promis'd soil:

The songs of Sion cheer our hearts,
While strangers here we toil.

2 Oft do our eyes with joy o'erflow,
And oft are bath'd in tears;

Yet nought but heaven our hopes can raise;
And nought but sin our fears.

3 [The flowers that spring along the road,
We scarcely stoop to pluck;
We walk o'er beds of shining ore,
Nor waste one wishful look.]

4 We tread the path our master trod :
We bear the cross he bore;

And every thorn that wounds our feet,
His temples pierc'd before.

5 [Our powers are oft dissolv'd away
In ecstacies of love;

And while our bodies wander here,
Our souls are fix'd above.]

6 [We purge our mortal dross away
Refining as we run;

But while we die to earth and sense,
Our heaven is here begun.]

HYMN DCXCVII.

For the Lord's Day; or, the Sacrifice of the Heart.

MRS. BARBAULD.

1 WHEN, as returns this solemn day,

Man comes to meet his maker, God,
What rights, what honours shall he pay?
How spread his sovereign's praise abroad?

2 From marble domes and gilded spires
Shall curling clouds of incense rise?
And gems, and gold, and garlands deck
The costly pomp of sacrifice?

3 Vain, sinful man! creation's Lord,
Thy golden offerings well may spare:
But give thy heart, and thou shalt find,
Here dwells a God who heareth prayer.

HYMN DCXCVIII.

The same; or, the Sabbath of the Soul.

MRS. BARBAULD.

1 SLEEP, sleep to-day, tormenting cares,
Of earth and folly born!

Ye shall not dim the light that streams
From this celestial morn.

2 To-morrow will be time enough
To feel your harsh controul;
Ye shall not violate, this day,
The sabbath of my soul.

3 Sleep, sleep for ever, guilty thoughts!
Let fires of vengeance die;

And, purg'd from sin, may I behold
A God of purity!

HYMN DCXCIX.

The Harmony of Praise.

MRS. BARBAULD.

1 HOW may earth and heaven unite?
How shall man with angels join?
What link harmonious may be found
Discordant natures to combine?

2 Swell the pealing organ's notes!
Breathe your souls in raptures high!
In praises men with angels join;-
Music's the language of the sky.

STEELE.

HYMN DCC.

Contentment with Providence,

MRS. STEELE.

1 FATHER, whate'er of earthly bliss,

Thy sovereign will denies, Accepted at thy throne of grace, Let this petition rise: