Haft thou a rival in my breast ?
Search, Lord, for thou canft tell
If aught can raife my paffions thus,
Or please my foul fo well
No, thou art precious to my heart,
My portion and my joy:
For ever let thy boundless grace
My fweeteft thoughts employ.
When nature faints, around my bed
Let thy bright glories fhine,
And Death thall all his terrors lofe
In raptures fo divine.
Defiring to know and love Chrift more
HOU lovely fource of true delight,
Whom I unfeen adore ;
Unveil thy beauties to my fight,
That I may love thee more.
Thy glory o'er creation fhines;
But in thy facred word
I read, in fairer brighter lines,
My bleeding, dying Lord.
'Tis here, whene'er my comforts droop,
And fin and forrow rife,
Thy love with cheerful beams of hope
My fainting heart fupplies.
But ah! too foon the pleafing fcene
Is clouded o'er with painy
My gloomy fears rife dark between,
And I again complain.
Jefus, my Lord, my life, my light,
O come with blissful ray;
Break radiant thro' this shade of night,
And chafe my fears away.
Then fhall my foul with rapture trace
The wonders of thy love;
But the full glories of thy face
Are only known above.
Sevens. MADAN'S Col.
Brotherly Love.
JESUS, Lord, we look to thee;
Let us in thy name agree;
Shew thyfelf the prince of peace,
Bid all jars for ever cease:
By thy reconciling love,
Ev'ry ftumbling-block remove,
Each to each do thou endear,
Come and fpread thy banner here.
Make us of one heart and mind,
Courteous, pitiful, and kind;
Free from anger and from pride,
Let us thus in thee abide..
Let us for each other care,
Each his brother's burthen bear;
To thy church the pattern give,
Shew how true believers live:
Let us then with joy remove
To thy family above;
On the wings of angels fly,
Shew how true believers die..
OW fweet, how heav'nly is the fight
When thofe that love the Lord,
In one another's peace delight,
And fo fulfil his word.
When, each can feel his brother's figh,
And with him bear a part;
When forrow flows from eye to eye,
And joy from heart to heart.
When, free from envy, fcorn, and pride,
Our wishes all above,
Each can a brother's failing hide,
And fhew a brother's love.
When love, in one delightful ftream,
Thro' ev'ry bofom flows;
When union fweet, and dear esteem,
In ev'ry action glows.
Love is the golden chain, that binds
The happy fouls above;
And he's an heir of heav'n, that finds
His bofom glow with love.
ET party names no more
The Chriftian world o'erfpread; Gentile and Jew, and bond and free, Are ONE in Chrift their Head.
Among the faints on earth,
Let mutual love be found
Heirs of the fame Inheritance,
With mutual bleffings crown'd.
envy, child of hell!
Be banifh'd far away;
Those should in strictest friendship dwell
Who the fame Lord obey.
Thus will the church below
Refemble that above,
Where ftreams of pleasure ever flow,
And ev'ry heart is love.
The Knowledge of Christ crucified, the best
INNER, bid the world adieu,
With all of creature-good;
Chrift, and only Chrift purfue,
And truft and plead his blood:
What can all the world beflow?
And what of all its wealth and pride;
Only Jefus wifh to know,
And Jefus crucify'd.
Him to know, is life and peace,
And pleasure without end; 'Tis the Chriftian's happiness,
On Jefus to depend;
Daily in his grace to grow,
And near the Savior to abide ;
Only Jefus wifh to know,
And Jefus crucify'd.
All in him his people feek,
And his alone would be;
They the Savior's praises fpeak,
And long his face to fee:
While they fojourn here below,
On nothing they depend befide;
Only Jefus would they know,
And Jefus crucify'd.
Knowledge at present imperfect. THY way, O God, is in the sea,
Thy paths I cannot trace;
Nor comprehend the mystery
Of thy unbounded grace.
Here the dark veils of flesh, and fenfe,
My captive foul furround;
Myfterious deeps of providence,
My wond'ring thoughts confound,
When I behold thy awful hand
My earthly hopes destroy;
In deep aftonishment I ftand,
And ask the reason, why?
As thro' a glafs, I dimly fee
The wonders of thy love;
How little do I know of thee,
Or of the joys above.
"Tis but in part I know thy will';
I bless thee for the fight:
When will thy love the reft reveal
In glory's clearer light?
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