SAINTS ABSTAIN FROM EVERY SIN

Saints, abstain from every sin,

Never with transgressors go;

Keep your garments white and clean,

Now that grace has made them so.

Let no evil hence prevail,

Let the world enslave no more;

All the tempter’s darts repel,

And his wily arts abhor.

Keep the royal law of love,

Be to others kind and true;

While you thus your graces prove,

Others will be kind to you.

Benjamin Beddome 1717 - 1795 ( 77 Years )

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THY PATERNAL CARE

There’s not a bird with lonely nest,

In pathless wood or mountain crest,

Nor meaner thing, which does not share,

O God, in Thy paternal care.

Each barren crag, each desert rude,

Holds Thee within its solitude;

And Thou dost bless the wand’rer there,

Who makes his solitary prayer.

In busy mart and crowded street,

No less than in the still retreat,

Thou, Lord, art near, our souls to bless

With all a parent’s tenderness.

Baptist Wriothesley Noel 1799 - 1873 ( 73 Years )

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And shall I sit alone,
Oppressed with grief and fear;

To God my Father make my moan,

And he refuse to hear?

If he my Father be,

His pity he will show;

From cruel bondage set me free,

And inward peace bestow.

If still be silence keep,

‘Tis but my faith to try;

He knows and feels whene’er I weep,

And softens every sigh.

Benjamin Beddome 1717 - 1795 ( 77 Years )

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Lord, I cannot let Thee go,

Till a blessing Thou bestow:

Do not turn away Thy face,

Mine’s an urgent, pressing case.

Dost Thou ask me who I am?

Ah! my Lord, Thou know’st my name;

Yet the question gives a plea

To support my suit with Thee.

Thou didst once a wretch behold,

In rebellion blindly bold,

Scorn Thy grace, Thy power defy:

That poor rebel, Lord, was I.

John Newton 1725 - 1807 ( 81 Years )

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O Thou who camest from above, 

The pure, celestial fire to impart, 

|: Kindle a flame of sacred love 

On the mean altar of my heart. :|

There let it for Thy glory burn, 

With inextinguishable blaze; 

|: And, trembling, to its source return 

In humble love and fervent praise. :|

Jesus, confirm my heart’s desire 

To work and speak and think for Thee; 

|: Still let me guard the holy fire, 

And still stir up Thy gift in me; :|

Charles Wesley 1707 - 1788 ( 80 Years )

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Why sinks my weak desponding mind?
Why heaves my heart the anxious sigh?
Can sov'reign goodness be unkind?
Am I not safe if God is nigh?


He holds all nature in his hand;
That gracious hand, on which I live.
Does life, and time, and death command,
And has immortal joys to give.


My God, if thou art mine indeed,
Then I have all my heart can crave;
A present help in times of need,
Still kind to hear, and strong to save. 

Anne Steele 1716 - 1778 ( 61 Years )

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THE PRODIGAL CHILD

Come home, come home!
You are weary at heart.
For the way has been dark,
And so lonely and wild:
O prodigal child!
Come home! oh, come home!
Come home! oh, come home!


Come home, come home!
From the sorrow and blame,
From the sin and the shame,
And the tempter that smiled:
O prodigal child!
Come home! oh, come home!
Come home! oh, come home!


Come home, come home!
There is bread and to spare,
And a warm welcome there:
Then, to friends reconciled,
O prodigal child!
Come home! oh, come home!
Come home! oh, come home!

Ellen Maria Huntington Gates 1835 - 1920 ( 84 Years )

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