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6 But I of means have made my boast;
Of means an idol made:
The spirit in the letter lost,-
The substance, in the shade.

7 Where am I now, or what my hope?
What can my weakness do?

Jesus, to thee my soul looks up:
'Tis thou must make it new.



No peace but in the favour of God.
WHERE is now that glowing love
That mark'd our union with the Lord?
Our hearts were fix'd on things above,
Nor could the world a joy afford.
2 Where is the zeal that led us then

To make our Saviour's glory known?
That freed us from the fear of men,

And kept our eye on him alone?
3 Where are the happy seasons, spent
In fellowship with him we loved?
The sacred joy, the sweet content,
The blessedness that then we proved?
4 Behold, again we turn to thee;

O, cast us not away, though vile:
No peace we have, no joy we see,
O Lord our God, but in thy smile.
L. M.

The spirit of the ancient worthies.
FOR that flame of living fire,
Which shone so bright in saints of old:
Which bade their souls to heaven aspire,-
Calm in distress, in danger bold.


2 Where is that Spirit, Lord, which dwelt
In Abrah'm's breast, and seal'd him thine?
Which made Paul's heart with sorrow melt,

And glow with energy divine?—

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3 That Spirit, which from age to age Proclaim'd thy love, and taught thy ways? Brighten'd Isaiah's vivid page,

And breathed in David's hallow'd lays? 4 Is not thy grace as mighty now As when Elijah felt its power; When glory beam'd from Moses' brow, Or Job endured the trying hour? 5 Remember, Lord, the ancient days; Renew thy work; thy grace restore; And while to thee our hearts we raise, On us thy rit pour.



1st P. M. 6 lines 8s. Broken vows lamented. GOD! how often hath thine ear To me in willing mercy bow'd; While, worshipping thine altar near, Lowly I wept, and strongly vow'd: But ah! the feebleness of man! Have I not vow'd and wept in vain? 2 Return, O Lord of Hosts, return! Behold thy servant in distress; My faithlessness again I mourn ;

Again forgive my faithlessness; And to thine arms of mercy take, And bless me for the Saviour's sake.


S. M.

The warning voice of Jesus.
RACIOUS Redeemer, shake
This slumber from my soul!
Say to me now,-Awake, awake!
And Christ shall make thee whole.

2 Lay to thy mighty hand;
Alarm me in this hour;
And make me fully understand
The thunder of thy power.

3 Give me on thee to call,Always to watch and pray, Lest I into temptation fall,

And cast my shield away. 4 For each assault prepared,

And ready may I be;
Forever standing on my guard,
And looking up to thee.
5 O do thou always warn
My soul of evil near;
When to the right or left I turn,
Thy voice still let me hear:-
6 Come back! this is the way;

Come back, and walk therein;
O may I hearken and obey,
And shun the paths of sin.


1st P. M. 6 lines 8s.


Pleading for restoring grace. "TIS enough, my God, my God! Here let me give my wand'rings o'er: No longer trample on thy blood, And grieve thy gentleness no more; No more thy ling'ring anger move, Or sin against light and love. 2 O Lord, if mercy is with thee,

Now let it unto me be shown;
To me, the chief of sinners, me,

Who humbly for thy mercy groan:
Me to thy Father's grace restore,
Nor let me ever grieve thee more.
3 Fountain of unexhausted love,-

Of infinite compassion,-hear: My Saviour, and my Prince above,

Once more in my behalf appear: Repentance, faith, and pardon give: O let me turn again and live!




C. M.

Faint, yet pursuing.
S pants the hart for cooling streams,

So longs my soul, O God, for thee,
And thy refreshing grace.

2 For thee, my God-the living God,
My thirsty soul doth pine;
O, when shall I behold thy face,
Thou Majesty divine!

3 I sigh to think of happier days,
When thou, O Lord, wast nigh;
When every heart was tuned to praise,
And none more blest than I.

4 Why restless, why cast down, my soul?
Hope still, and thou shalt sing
The praise of him who is thy God,
Thy Saviour, and thy King.


C. M.

I shall be satisfied when I awake in thy likeness.

JESUS, the all-restoring Word,

After thy lovely likeness, Lord,

Ah! when shall I wake up?
2 Thou, O my God, thou only art
The Life, the Truth, the Way;
Quicken my soul, instruct my heart,

My sinking footsteps stay.

3 Of all thou hast in earth below,
In heaven above, to give,
Give me thy only love to know,-
In thee to walk and live.

4 Fill me with all the life of love;
In mystic union join

Me to thyself, and let me prove
The fellowship divine.

5 Open the intercourse between
My longing soul and thee,
Never to be broke off again
To all eternity.


Restore my peace.

AND wilt thou yet be found,
may I draw near?
Then listen to the plaintive sound
Of a poor sinner's prayer.

2 Jesus, thine aid afford,

If still the same thou art:
To thee I look, to thee, my Lord,
I lift my helpless heart.

3 Thou seest my troubled breast,
The strugglings of my will,
The foes that interrupt my rest,
The agonies I feel.

S. M.

4 0 my offended Lord,

Restore my inward peace; I know thou canst; pronounce the word, And bid the tempest cease.

5 I long to see thy face;
Thy Spirit I implore,-
The living water of thy grace,
That I may thirst no more.


L. M.

Danger of final apostasy.
H! Lord, with trembling I confess,

The salt may lose its seas'ning power,
And never, never find it more.

2 Lest that my fearful case should be,
Each moment knit my soul to thee;
And lead me to the mount above,
Through the low vale of humble love.

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