5 Where they who meet shall never part; Where grace achieves its plan; And God, uniting every heart, Dwells face to face with man. 341. L. M. E. Taylor. "Thou shalt love the Lord thy God." 1 "Thus shalt thou love the Almighty Lord, With all thy heart, and soul, and mind:" So speaks to man that sacred word, For counsel and reproof designed. 2 "With all thy heart;" no idol thing, Though close around the heart it twine, Its interposing shade must fling, To darken that pure love of thine. 3 "With all thy mind;" each varied power, Creative fancy, musings high, And thoughts that glance behind, before, These must religion sanctify. 4 "With soul and strength;" thy days of ease, While vigor nerves each youthful limb, And hope and joy, and health and peace, All must be freely brought to him. 342. C. M. Doddridge. Walking with God. 1 Thrice happy souls, who, born from heaven, While yet they sojourn here, Do all their days with God begin, And spend them in his fear. 2 'Midst hourly cares, may love present Its incense to thy throne; And while the world our hands employs, Our hearts be thine alone. 3 As sanctified to noblest ends, Be each refreshment sought; And by each various providence Some wise instruction brought. 4 When to laborious duties called, Or by temptations tried, We'll seek the shelter of thy wings, And in thy strength confide. 5 In solid, pure delights like these, Let all our days be past; Nor shall we then impatient wish, Nor shall we fear, the last. 343. S. M. Heath. Watchfulness and Prayer inculcated. 1 My soul, be on thy guard; Ten thousand foes arise; The hosts of sin are pressing hard To draw thee from the skies. 2 O, watch, and fight, and pray; The battle ne'er give o'er; Renew it boldly every day, And help divine implore. 3 Ne'er think the victory won, Nor lay thine armor down: Thy arduous work will not be done Till thou obtain thy crown. 4 Fight on, my soul, till death Shall bring thee to thy God; He'll take thee, at thy parting breath, To his divine abode. 344. L. M. Watts. The Beatitudes. 1 Blest are the humble souls that see Their emptiness and poverty; Treasures of grace to them are given, And crowns of joy laid up in heaven. 2 Blest are the souls that thirst for grace, Hunger and long for righteousness; They shall be well supplied and fed With living streams and living bread. 3 Blest are the pure, whose hearts are clean From the defiling power of sin; With endless pleasure they shall see A God of spotless purity.