His sight is as the eagle's strong,

And Sinai thunders in his tongue.

Think not the Law through faith made void :

Its vigor cannot be destroyed.

It marks our hearts with quickest eye,

And doth our smallest faults espy;
It seizes with almighty hands,
And holds us in eternal bands.

It holds us, when by grace set free
From curse and fear and penalty :
The easy yoke of Christ we prove,
Bound to obey the God we love ;
And when these heavens are past away,
We still shall glory to obey.

Numbers 12: 8.

Wherefore were ye not afraid to speak against My servant Moses?

EARTH and hell Thy law opposes,
Cannot the commandment bear;
Speaking 'gainst Thy servant Moses,
Thee to contradict they dare.
O omnipotent Redeemer,

End their antinomian lore;
Still the undisguised blasphemer,
Let him vex Thy flock no more.

FAITH AND WORKS.

(From the same.)

Acts 16: 30.

What must I do to be saved?

MUST I not do all I can ?

Yes, and own the labor vain ;
Feel my utter helplessness,
Feel salvation is of grace.
When I have my utmost done,
Lord, I look to Thee alone.
Help my unbelief, or I

Must with all my doings die.

Romans 12: 11.

Not slothful in business, fervent in spirit, serving the Lord.

THEIR earthly task who fail to do
Neglect their heavenly business too,
Nor know what faith and duty mean,
Who use religion as a screen,
Asunder put what God hath joined,
A diligent and pious mind.

Full well the labor of our hands
With fervency of spirit stands;
For God, who all our days hath given,
From toil excepts but one in seven ;
And laboring, while we time redeem,
We please the Lord, and work for Him.

Happy we live, when God doth fill

Our hands with work, our hearts with zeal;
For every toil, if He enjoin,

Becomes a sacrifice divine,

And like the blessed spirits above

The more we serve, the more we love.

James 1: 26.

If any man seem to be religious, and bridleth not his tongue, but deceiveth his own heart, this man's religion is vain.

THOU man of an unbridled tongue,
Who dar'st assume the Christian name,
With slanders foul thy brother wrong,
Or needlessly his faults proclaim,
Thou dost thy wretched soul deceive,
And like thy fellow-fiends believe.

Does it extenuate thy offence

To love and still believe a lie,
Without remorse, or shame, or sense,
Thy own good deeds to testify,
Thee from thyself with softest art
To hide, and always err in heart?

Repent of thy religion vain,

Whereof thou loudly mak'st thy boast,

Or sentenced to eternal pain

And into outward darkness thrust, Thou shalt with the accuser dwell,

And find thy faith's reward in hell.

THE MEANS OF GRACE.

LONG have I seemed to serve Thee, Lord, With unavailing pain:

Fasted, and prayed, and read Thy Word, And heard it preached, in vain.

Oft did I with the assembly join,
And near Thine altar drew:
A form of godliness was mine,
The power I never knew.

To please Thee thus (at last I see)
In vain I hoped and strove;
For what are outward things to Thee,
Unless they spring from love?

I see the perfect law requires
Truth in the inward parts;

Our full consent, our whole desires,
Our undivided hearts.

But I of Means have made my boast,
Of Means an idol made;

The spirit in the letter lost,
The substance in the shade.

I rested in the outward law,
Nor knew its deep design:

The length and breadth I never saw,
And height of love divine.

Where am I now, or what my hope?
What can my weakness do?
Jesu, to Thee my soul looks up:
"T is Thou must make it new.

Thine is the work, and Thine alone.
But shall I idly stand?

Shall I the written rule disown,
And slight my God's command?

Wildly shall I from Thine turn back,
A better path to find?
Thine holy Ordinance forsake,
And cast Thy words behind?

Forbid it, gracious Lord, that I
Should ever learn Thee so!

No

let me with Thy Word comply, If I Thy Love would know.

Suffice for me that Thou, my Lord,

Hast bid me fast and pray:

Thy will be done, Thy Name adored; "T is only mine to obey.

Thou bid'st me search the sacred leaves, And taste the hallowed Bread: