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3 And when, under fierce oppression,
Goodness suffers like transgression,
Christ again is crucified;

But if Love be there, true-hearted,
By no grief or terror parted,
Mary stands the Cross beside.

336. C. M.

1 Defend the poor and desolate;
And rescue from the hands
Of wicked men the low estate
Of him that help demands.

2 Regard the weak and fatherless;
Despatch the poor man's cause;
And raise the man in deep distress,
By just and equal laws.

3 Rise, God! judge Thou the earth in might,
The oppressed land redress;
For Thou art He who shall by right
The nations all possess.

337. C. M.

He prayeth best who loveth best
All things, both great and small :
For the dear God who loveth us,

He made and loveth all.

338. P. M.

Full of mercy, full of love,
Look upon us from above;
Let Thy mercy teach one brother
To forgive and love another;
That, copying Thy mercy here,
Thy goodness may hereafter rear
Our souls into Thy glory, when
Our dust shall cease to be with men!

339. P. M.

O make our hearts, blest God, Thy dwelling place!

And in our breast

Be pleased to rest,

For Thou such temples lovest best!

And cause that sin

May not profane the Deity within,
And sully o'er the ornaments of Grace.

340. P. M.

Lord, let the flames of holy Charity,
And all her gifts and graces, slide
Into our hearts, and there abide;
That, thus refined, we may soar above
With it unto the element of Love,
Even unto Thee, dear Spirit,

And there eternal peace and rest inherit!

Amen

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1 I want a principle within, Of jealous, godly fear; A sensibility of sin,

A pain to feel it near;

I want the first approach to feel,
Of vain or fond desire;

To catch the wandering of my will,
And quench the kindling fire.

2 From Thee that I no more may part,
No more Thy goodness grieve,
The filial awe, the seeking heart,
The tender conscience, give:
Quick as the apple of an eye,
O God, my conscience make!
Awake my soul, when sin is nigh,
And keep it still awake!

342. C. M.

1 Who shall behold the King of kings
In His fair dwelling-place?
Who shall ascend on seraph-wings,
And see Him face to face?

2 He, the foundations of whose hope
In humble thoughts are laid;
Who still with cheerful faith looks up
For pardon and for aid;

3 Who hastens with the dawning day The throne of grace to seek,

And, taught himself, would teach the way Of peace to all the weak;

4 Whose fervent spirit eager springs To do Thy will, O Lord!

Who sees Thee in all beauteous things, And hears Thee in Thy word.

5 Though frailty mark and error dim That mortal's steps while here;

An eye of mercy looks on him,

And warns him not to fear.

343. C. M.

1 Almighty Maker! Lord of all!
Of life the only spring!
Creator of unnumbered worlds!
Supreme, eternal King!

2 Drive from the confines of my heart
Impenitence and pride;
Nor let me in forbidden paths
With thoughtless sinners glide.

3 Whate'er Thine all-discerning eye
Sees for Thy creature fit,

I'll bless the good, and to the ill
Contentedly submit.

4 With generous pleasure let me view The prosperous and the great; Malignant envy let me fly,

And odious self-conceit.

5 Let not despair, nor fell revenge,
Be to my bosom known :
O give.me tears for others' woes,
And patience for my own.

6 Feed me with necessary food;
I ask not wealth or fame:
Give me an eye to see Thy will,
A heart to bless Thy name.

7 Still let my days serenely pass,
Without remorse or care;
And growing holiness my soul
For life's last hour

prepare.

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344. S. M.

Blessed are the pure in heart,
For they shall see our God;

The presence of the Lord is theirs,
Their soul is His abode.

Might mortal thought presume
To guess an angel's lay,

Such are the notes that echo through
The courts of heaven to-day.

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