6 Fulfilled in you, fulfilled in all That on the name of Jesus call; And every covenant of love They bind on earth be bound above. 316. P. M. 1 Lord! subdue our selfish will; 2 Sweetly on our spirits move; 317. L. M. 1 Happy the meek, whose gentle breast, 2 No friendships broke their bosoms sting, 3 Spirit of grace, all meek and mild, Then shall our frame Thine own express. 318. L. M. 1 Faith, Hope and Charity,-these three, Yet is the greatest Charity! Father of lights, these gifts impart 2 Faith, that in prayer can never fail, Is God's own name, for "God is Love." 3 The morning star is lost in light, 319. L. M. 1 All-seeing God! 't is Thine to know The springs whence wrong opinions flow; To judge, by principles within, When frailty errs, and when we sin. 2 Who among men, high Lord of all, For modes of faith judge him Thy foe, 3 Who with another's eye can read, 5 When shall our happy eyes behold 320. C. M. 1 Father of mercies! send Thy grace, All-powerful from above, To form in our obedient souls 2 O may our sympathising breasts 3 Where'er the helpless sons of grief Soft be our hearts their pains to feel, 4 Under the gentle sway of love 321. L. M. 1 Come, let us sound her praise abroad, 2 Who, when she sees the sufferer bleed, 3 Who in her robe the sinner hides, And soothes and pities while she chides; Who lends an ear to every cry, And asks no plea but misery. 4 Her tender mercies freely fall Her friends, her foes, the human race. 1 Brethren are brethren evermoreNothing that bond may overpower; Nor wrong, nor ill of deadliest mood, Nor distance breaks the tie of blood. 2 If they who hate the trespass most, Yet, when all other love is lost, Love the poor sinner, marvel not;God's mark outwears the rankest blot. 3 Oh! might we all our lineage prove, Give and forgive, do good and love, By soft endearments in kind strife Lightening the load of daily life. 4 Wild thoughts within, and cares without, With strong temptations round about, Are banded in unblest device To spoil love's earthly paradise. 5 Then draw we nearer day by day, 323. L. M. 1 As body when the soul has fled, |