While dangers are pending, escape for your life, And look not behind you-remember Lot's wife. 3 The first bold apostate will tempt you to stray, And tell you no dangers are found in the way; He means to deceive you, escape for your life, And look not behind you-remember Lot's wife. 4 How many poor souls has the serpent beguil'd, With specious temptations how many defil'd; Then be not deluded, escape for your life, And look not behind you-remember Lot's wife. 5 The ways of religion true pleasures afford, No pleasures can equal the joys of the Lord; Forsake then the world, and escape for your life, And look not behind you-remember Lot's wife. 6 But if you determine the call to refuse,

And venture the way of destruction to choose, For hell you must part with the blessings of life, And then, if not now, you'll remember Lot's wife.

401. C. M. Swain.

Brotherly Love....Psalm cxxxiii. 1.
1 HOW sweet, how heav'nly is the sight,
When those who love the Lord,
In one another's peace delight,

And so fulfil his word!

2 O may we feel each brother's sigh,
And with him bear a part :

May sorrows flow from eye to eye,
And joy from heart to heart.

3 Free us from envy, scorn, and pride,
Our wishes fix above;

May each his brother's failings hide,
And shew a brother's love.

4 Let love, in one delightful stream,
Through ev'ry bosom flow;

And union sweet, and dear esteem,
In ev'ry action glow.

5 Love is the golden chain that binds
The happy souls above;

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And he's an heir of heaven that finds
His bosom glow with love.

402. S. M.

Beddome, altered.

Christian Love....Gal. iii. 28.

LET party names no more
The christian world o'erspread:
Gentile and Jew, and bond and free,
Are one in Christ, their head.

Among the saints on earth
Let mutual love abound:
Heirs of the same inheritance

Should be in union found.

Let envy, child of hell!

Be banish'd from our sight:

Those should in strictest friendship dwell,
Who in the Lord delight.

Then will the church below,

Resemble that above;

Where streams of pleasure ever flow,

And ev'ry heart is love.

403. C. M. Swain.

Love is a Flower in Grace.

1 THE finest flow'r that ever blow'd,
Open'd on calv'ry's tree,

When Jesu's blood in rivers flow'd,
For love of worthless me!

2 Its deepest hue, its richest smell,
No mortal can declare;

Nor can the tongue of angels tell
How bright the colours are.

3 Earth could not hold so rich a flow'r,
Nor half its beauties show;

Nor could the world and satan's pow'r
Confine its sweets below.

4 On Canaan's banks, supremely fair,
This flow'r of glory blooms;
Transplanted to its native air,
And all the shores perfumes.

5 But not to Canaan's shores confin'd;
The seeds which from it blow,
Take root within the human mind,
And scent the church below.

6 And soon on yonder banks above,
Shall ev'ry blossom here
Appear a full-blown flow'r of love,
Like him, transplanted there.

404. C. M. Doddridge and Needham. Love to our Enemies....Luke xxiii. 34. 1 ALOUD we sing the wond'rous grace, Christ to his murd'rers bore;

Which made the tort'ring cross its throne,
And hung its trophies there.
2" Father, forgive," his mercy cry'd,
With his expiring breath;

And drew eternal blessings down
On those who wrought his death.
3 Jesus, this wond'rous love we sing,
And whilst we sing, admire;
Breathe on our souls, and kindle there
The same celestial fire.

4 Sway'd by thy dear example, we
For enemies will pray:

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With love, their hatred and their curse,
With blessings we'll repay.

[5 Pity shall touch our hearts to see
A hungry starving foe:

The needful bread our hands out-stretch'd,
Shall joyfully bestow.

405. 7s. Leed's Col.

Love of Jesus.

1 LOVE divine, how sweet the sound!
May the theme on earth abound:
May the hearts of saints below,
With the sacred rapture glow !
2 Love amazing, large and free,
Love unknown, to think on me!
Let that love upon me shine,
Saviour, with its beams divine.
3 Better than earth's gilded toys,
Or an age of carnal joys;
Better far than Ophir's gold,
Love that never can be told.
4 Better than this life of mine,
Saviour, is thy love divine:
Drop the veil, and let me see
Rivers of this love in thee.

5 While in Mesech's tents I stay,
Love divine shall tune my lay;
When I soar to bliss above,
Still I'll praise a Saviour's love.
406. C. M. Doddridge.

Love to Christ....John xxi. 15.

1 Do not I love thee, O my Lord?
Behold my heart, and see:

And turn each cursed idol out,
That dares to rival thee.

2 Do not I love thee from my soul?
Then let me nothing love:
Dead be my heart to ev'ry joy,
Which thou dost not approve.
3 Is not thy name melodious still
To mine attentive ear?

Doth not each pulse with pleasure beat
My Saviour's voice to hear?

4 Hast thou a lamb in all thy flock,
I would disdain to feed ?

Hast thou a foe, before whose face
I fear thy cause to plead ?

5 Thou know'st I love thee, dearest Lord, But O, I long to soar

Far from the sphere of mortal joys,
That I may love thee more.

Love to Christ desired..

1 THOU lovely source of true delight,

Whom I unseen adore,

Unveil thy beauties to my sight,
That I may love thee more.
[2 Thy glory o'er creation shines,
But in thy sacred word

I read, in fairer, brighter lines,
My bleeding, dying Lord.

3 'Tis here, whene'er my comforts droop,
And sin and sorrow rise,

Thy love, with cheerful beams of hope,
My fainting breast supplies.

4 But ah! too soon the pleasing scene
Is clouded o'er with pain;

My gloomy fears rise dark between,
And I again complain.]