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2 Simple, teachable, and mild,
Changed into a little child;

Pleased with all the Lord provides;
Weaned from all the world besides.
3 Father, fix my soul on thee;
Every evil let me flee:

4

Nothing want beneath, above,
Happy in thy precious love.
O that all may seek and find
Every good in Christ combined:
Him let Israel still adore;

Trust him, praise him evermore.

347.

MEEKNESS.

2

Kent St. Ambrose Mainzer.

L.M.

1 Happy the meek, whose gentle breast,
Clear as the summer's evening ray,
Calm as the regions of the blest,
Enjoys on earth celestial day!

2 His heart no broken friendships sting,
No jars his peaceful tent invade;
He rests beneath the almighty wing,
Hostile to none, of none afraid.

3 Spirit of grace! all meek and mild,
Inspire our breasts, our souls possess ;
Repel each passion rude and wild,
And bless us, as we aim to bless.

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St. Mirren's-St. Ann's-Bethany.

1 He that is down, needs fear no fall;
He that is low, no pride;
He that is humble ever shall

Have God to be his guide.

2 I am content with what I have; Little be it or much:

C. M.

And, Lord, contentment still I crave,
Because thou savest such.

3 Fulness to such a burden is
That go on pilgrimage:
Here little, and hereafter bliss,
Is best from age to age.

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Durham1-French-Northampton.

1 Fierce passions discompose the mind,
As tempests vex the sea;
But calm content and peace we find,
When, Lord, we turn to thee.

2 In vain by reason and by rule
We try to bend the will;

For none but in the Saviour's school
Can learn the heavenly skill.

C. M.

2 Lord, who hast tuned my outward man To such a lively frame! Renew my heart, in holiness

To praise thy sacred name.

3 While others in distresses lie,
Bound in affliction's chains,

I walk at large, secure and free
From sickness and from pains:

4 The sick have no more cause to pray,
Than I to praise my King:
Since nature teaches them to groan,
Let grace teach me to sing.

5 I see my friends, I taste my food,
I'm free for mine employ ;
But when I do enjoy my God,
Then I myself enjoy:

6 Lord, thou dost keep me on my feet,
Direct me in thy ways,

O crown thy gift of health with grace,
And turn it to thy praise.

352.

WHAT SHALL I RENDER?

St. Lawrence-Artaxerxes-Harlow.

1 For mercies countless as the sands,
Which daily I receive

From Jesus my Redeemer's hands,
My soul, what canst thou give?

C. M.

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Shirland-Birmingham-St. Clair.

1 The brooks that brim with showers, And sparkle on their way,

S. M.

Will freshen and will feed the flowers;
Thus working while they play.

2 Nor will our hearts do less,
If happily we live ;

For cheerfulness is usefulness,--
The life we have we give.

3 Truth is a sacred rain,

Our hearts but scanty rills,

Which higher power and pleasure gain
As truth the current fills.

4 If freely we receive,

We freely will bestow;

And tokens of our passage leave
Where'er we shine and flow.

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Saxony-Eastgate-Prestwich.

1 Health is a jewel dropt from heaven,

Which money cannot buy,

The light of life, the body's peace
And pleasant harmony.

C. M.

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2 Lord, who hast tuned my outward man
To such a lively frame!
Renew my heart, in holiness
To praise thy sacred name.

3 While others in distresses lie,
Bound in affliction's chains,

I walk at large, secure and free
From sickness and from pains:

4 The sick have no more cause to pray,
Than I to praise my King:
Since nature teaches them to groan,
Let grace teach me to sing.

5 I see my friends, I taste my food,
I'm free for mine employ ;
But when I do enjoy my God,
Then I myself enjoy:

6 Lord, thou dost keep me on my feet,
Direct me in thy ways,-

O crown thy gift of health with grace,
And turn it to thy praise.

352.

WHAT SHALL I RENDER?

St. Lawrence-Artaxerxes-Harlow.

1 For mercies countless as the sands,
Which daily I receive

From Jesus my Redeemer's hands,
My soul, what canst thou give?

C. M.

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