LV. C. Vanity of the World. 1 GOD gives his mercies to be spent ; Your hoard will do your soul no good; Gold is a blessing only lent, Repaid by giving others food. 2 The world's esteem is but a bribe, To buy their peace you sell your own; The slave of a vain-glorious tribe, Who hate you while they make you known. 3 The joy that vain amusements give, 4 'Tis thus the world rewards the fools That live upon her treach'rous smiles; She leads them blindfold by her rules, And ruins all whom she beguiles. down 5 God knows the thousands who go From pleasure into endless wo; And with a long despairing groan Blaspheme their Maker as they go. 6 O fearful thought! be timely wise; Delight but in a Saviour's charms, And God shall take you to the skies, Embrac'd in everlasting arms. LVI. Vanity of the Creature sanctified.. 1 HONEY though the bee prepares, 2 Where we think to find a sweet, Oft a painful sting we meet : 3 Why are thus our hopes beguil'd? From our choicest comforts grow 4 Sin has been the cause of all! 5 Now with ev'ry good we find 6 Yet, through the Redeemer's love, 7 From the earth our hearts they wean, 8 In the mansions of our King Sweets abound without a sting; SOLOMON'S SONG. LVII. The name of Jesus. Chap. i. 3. 1 How sweet the name of Jesus sounds In a believer's ear! It sooths his sorrows, heals his wounds, 2 It makes the wounded spirit whole, 8 Dear name! the rock on which I build, 4 By thee my pray'rs acceptance gain, Satan accuses me in vain, And I am own'd a child. 5 Jesus! my Shepherd, Husband, Friend, 6 Weak is the effort of my heart, 7 "Till then I would thy love proclaim And may the music of thy name ISAIAH. LVIII. C. O Lord, I will praise thee. Chap. xii. 1 I will praise thee ev'ry day, 2 Here, in the fair Gospel-field, My salvation and my strength; 4 Praise ye then his glorious name, Still his worth your praise exceeds, 5 Raise again the joyful sound, Let the nations roll it round! Zion shout, for this is he, God the Saviour dwells in thee! LIX. The Refuge, River, and Rock of the Church. 1 HE who on earth as man was known, And bore our sins and pains; 2 His hands the wheels of nature guide And countless worlds, extended wide, 371 3 While harps unnumber'd sound his praise, In yonder world above; His saints on earth admire his ways, And glory in his love. 4 His righteousness, to faith reveal'd, 5 This land, through which his pilgrims go, Is desolate and dry; But streams of grace from him o'erflow, 6 When troubles, like a burning sun, 7 How glorious he! how happy they Whose love secures them all the way, LX. Zion, or the City of God*. Chap. xxxiii. 20, 21, 1 GLORIOUS things of thee are spokent, He, whose word cannot be broken, What can shake thy sure repose; * Book ii. Hymn 24. † Ps. lxxxvii. 3. ‡ Ps. cxxxii. 14, § Matth. xvi. 18. Isa. xxvi. 1. |