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, |