2 When envy, strife, and wars begin, In little angry souls, Mark how the sons of peace come in, And quench the kindling coals. 3 Their minds are humble, mild, and meek, Nor let their fury rise; Nor passion moves their lips to speak, Nor pride exalts their eyes. 4 Their frame is prudence mix'd with love, Good works fulfil their day: They join the serpent with the dove, But cast the sting away. 5 Such was the Saviour of mankind; Such pleasures he pursu'd; His flesh and blood were all refin'd, His soul divinely good. 6 Lord, can these plants of virtue grow In such a heart as mine? Thy grace my nature can renew, And make my soul like thine. Hymn 1:37. [Supplement.] Zeal and Fortitude. 1 Do I believe what Jesus saith, And think the gospel true? Lord, make me bold to own my faith, And practise virtue too. 2 Suppress my shame, subdue my fear, Arm me with heavenly zeal, That I may make thy power appear, And works of praise fulfil. 3 If men shall see my virtue shine, And spread my name abroad, Thine is the power, the praise is thine, My Saviour and my God. 4 Thus when the saints in glory meet, Their lips proclaim thy grace; They cast their honours at thy feet, And own their borrow'd rays. PAUSE. 5 Are we the soldiers of the cross? The followers of the Lamb? And shall we fear to own his cause, Or blush to speak his name? 6 Now we must fight, if we would reign; Increase our courage, Lord! We'll bear the toil, endure the pain, Supported by thy word. 7 Thy saints in all this glorious war Shall Conquer tho' they're slain; They see the triumph from afar, And shall with Jesus reign. 8 When that illustrious day shall rise, And all thy armies shine In robes of victory thro' the skies, The glory shall be thine. Hymn 1:38. [Supplement.] The universal law of equity. Matt. 8. 12. 1 Blessed Redeemer how divine, How righteous is this rule of thine, "To do to all men just the same "As we expect or wish from them." 2 This golden lesson, short and plain, Gives not the mind nor memory pain; And every conscience must approve This universal law of love. 3 How blest would every nation be, Thus rul'd by love and equity! All would be friends without a foe, And form a paradise below. 4 Jesus, forgive us, that we keep Thy sacred law of love asleep, No more let envy, wrath, and pride, But thy blest maxims be our guide. Hymn 1:39. God's tender care of his church, Isa. 13 &c. 1 How shall my inward joys arise And burst into a song, Almighty love inspires my heart, And pleasure tunes my tongue. 2 God on his thirsty Sion-hill Some mercy-drops has thrown, And solemn oaths have bound his love To shower salvation down. 3 Why do we then indulge our fears, Suspicions and complaints? Is he a God, and shall his grace Grow weary of his saints? 4 Can a kind woman e'er forget The infant of her womb, And 'mongst a thousand tender thoughts Her suckling have no room?