LXI. C. My Soul thirsteth for God. 1 I THIRST, but not as once I did, 2 It was the sight of thy dear cross, First wean'd my soul from earthly things, And taught me to esteem as dross The mirth of fools and pomp of kings. 3 I want that grace that springs from thee, 4 Dear Fountain of delight unknown! 5 For sure, of all the plants that share LXII. C. Love constraining to Obedience. 1 No strength of nature can suffice 2 How long beneath the law I lay I toil'd the precept to obey, 3 Then to abstain from outward sin, Was more than I could do; Now, if I feel its pow'r within, I feel I hate it too. 4 Then all my servile works were done 5 "What shall I do," was then the word, may "What shall I render to the Lord ?" 6 To see the law by Christ fulfill'd, LXIII. C. The heart healed and changed by Mercy. 1 SIN enslav'd me many years, 2 Friends and ministers said much But my blindness still was such, *Rom. iii. 31. Much I fasted, watch'd, and strove, 3 Thus afraid to trust his grace, By a simple word he spoke, LXIV. C. Hatred of Sin. 1 HOLY Lord God! I love thy truth, 2 But though the poison lurks within, 3 Had I a throne above the rest, Where angels and archangels dwell; One sin, unslain, within my breast, Would make that heav'n as dark as hell. 4 The pris'ner, sent to breathe fresh air, And bless'd with liberty again, Would mourn, were he condemn'd to wear One link of all his former chain. 5 But, oh! no foe invades the bliss, When glory crowns th' Christian's head; One view of Jesus as he is, Will strike all sin for ever dead. LXV. The Child*. 1 QUIET, Lord, my froward heart, 2 What thou shalt to-day provide, 3 As a little child relies On a care beyond his own; Knows he's neither strong nor wise; Fears to stir a step alone; Let me thus with thee abide, As my Father, Guard, and Guide. 4 Thus preserv'd from Satan's wiles, prove * Psal. cxxxi. 2.; Matt. xviii. 3, 4. 1 Fix my heart and eyes on thine! Is a heav'n begun on earth: 2 Now my search is at an end, Now my Love, and wonder, and adore: All thy glorious love reveal! Kingdoms shall not bribe me hence. While this happiness I feel. 3 Take my heart, 'tis all thine own, If a foolish thought shall dare 4 Making thus the Lord my choice, I have nothing more to choose, But to listen to thy voice, And my will in thine to lose : i |