5 And while thy bleeding glories here
Engage our wond'ring eyes,
We learn our lighter cross to bear,
And hasten to the skies.

LVI. It is good to be here,

1 LET me dwell on Golgotha,
Weep and love my life away!

While I see him on the tree,
Weep, and bleed, and die for me!

2 That dear blood, for sinners spilt,
Shows my sin in all its guilt:

Ah, my soul! he bore thy load;
Thou hast slain the Lamb of God.

3 Hark! his dying word, " Forgive,
"Father, let the sinner live;
"Sinner, wipe thy tears away,
"I thy ransom freely pay."

4 While I hear this grace reveal'd,
And obtain a pardon seal'd,
All my soft affections move,
Weaken'd by the force of love.

5 Farewell, world, thy gold is dross,
Now I see the bleeding cross;
Jesus dy'd to set me free

From the law, and sin, and thee!

6 He has dearly bought my soul; Lord, accept, and claim the whole; To thy will I all resign,

Now no more my own but thine. VOL. III. 3 X

LVII. Looking at the Cross.

1 IN evil long I took delight,
Unaw'd by shame or fear,
Till a new object struck my sight,
And stopp'd my wild career.

2 I saw one hanging on a tree,
In agonies and blood,

Who fix'd has languid eyes on me,
As near his cross I stood.

3 Sure, never till my latest breath Can I forget that look;

It seem'd to charge me with his death,
Though not a word he spoke.

4 My conscience felt, and own'd the guilt,
And plung❜d me in despair;
I saw my sins his blood had spilt,
And help'd to nail him there.

5 Alas! I knew not what I did;
But now my tears are vain;

Where shall my trembling soul be hid?
For I the Lord have slain.

6 A second look he gave, which said, "I freely all forgive:

"This blood is for thy ransom paid,

"I die, that thou mayst live."

7 Thus, while his death my

sin display's

In all its blackest hue,
(Such is the mystery of grace,)
It seals my pardon too.

8 With pleasing grief and mournful joy My spirit now is fill'd,

That I should such a life destroy,

Yet live by him I kill'd.

LVIII. Supplies in the Wilderness.

1 WHEN Israel, by divine command, The pathless desert trod,

They found, though 'twas a barren land,
A sure resource in God.

2 A cloudy pillar mark'd their road,
And screen'd them from the heat;
From the hard rocks the water flow'd,
And manna was their meat.

3 Like them, we have a rest in view,
Secure from adverse pow'rs:

Like them we pass the desert too,
But Israel's God is ours.

4 Yes, in this barren wilderness
He is to us the same,

By his appointed means of grace,
As once he was to them.

5 His word a light before us spreads,
By which our path we see;
His love a banner o'er our heads,

From harm preserves us free..

6 Jesus, the bread of life, is giv'n To be our daily food;

We drink a wondrous stream from heav'n, 'Tis water, wine, and blood.

7 Lord, 'tis enough, I ask no more,
These blessings are divine;
I envy not the worldling's store,

If Christ and heav'n are mine.

LIX. Communion with the Saints in Glory.

1 REFRESHED by the bread and wine, The pledges of our Saviour's love; Now let our hearts and voices join

In songs of praise with those above,

2 Do they sing, "Worthy is the Lamb?" Altho' we cannot reach their strains, Yet we, through grace, can sing the same, For us he dy'd, for us he reigns.

3 If they behold him face to face, While we a glimpse can only see; Yet equal debtors to his grace,

As safe and as belov'd are we.

4 They had, like us, a suff'ring time,

Our cares, and fears, and griefs they knew; But they have conquer'd all through him, And we ere long shall conquer too.

5 Though all the songs of saints in light
Are far beneath his matchless worth,
His grace is such, he will not slight
The poor attempts of worms on earth,

ON PRAYER.

LX. C. Exhortation to Prayer.

1 WHAT various hindrances we meet

In coming to a mercy seat!

Yet who that knows the worth of pray'r,
But wishes to be often there.

2 Pray'r makes the dark'ned cloud withdraw,
Pray'r climbs the ladder Jacob saw,
Gives exercise to faith and love,
Brings ev'ry blessing from above.

3 Restraining pray'r, we cease to fight; Pray'r makes the Christian's armour bright; And Satan trembles when he sees

The weakest saint upon his knees.

4 While Moses stood with arms spread wide,
Success was found on Israel's side;
But when through weariness they fail'd,
That moment Amalek prevail'd*.

5 Have you no words? ah! think again,
Words flow apace when you complain,
And fill your fellow creature's ear
With the sad tale of all your care.

6 Were half the breath thus vainly spent,
To heav'n in supplication sent,

Your cheerful song would oft'ner be,
"Hear what the Lord has done for me.'

* Exodus xvii. 11.