God and Mammon? Oh! be wifer! Serve them both? it cannot be; Eafe in warfare, faint and mifer, Thefe can never well agree. Shun the fhame of bafely falling, Cumber'd captives, clogg'd with clay, Prove your faith, make fure your calling, Wield the fword, and win the day. 4 Onward prefs toward perfection,

Watch and pray, and all things prove; Now make füre your own election, Tafte the riches of his love: Shun backfliding, scorn diffembling, Lo! falvation's near in view! Work it out with fear and trembling, 'Tis your God that works in you.

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HYMN XVII.

THOU God of glorious majesty,
To thee, against myfelf to thee,
A worm of earth, I cry;
A half-awakened child of man,
An heir of endless blifs or pain,
A finner born to die!

2 Lo! on a narrow reck of land,
'Twixt two unbounded feas I ftand
Secure, infenfible;

A point of time, a moment's space,
Removes me to that heav'nly place,
Or fhuts me up in hell.

3 O God, mine inmoft foul convert,
And deeply on my thoughtful heart
Eternal things imprefs;

Give me to feel their folemn weight,..
And tremble on the brink of fate,
And wake to right'oufnefs.

4 Before me place, in dread array,
The pomp of that tremendous day:

When thou with clouds fhalt come
To judge the nations at the bar;
And tell me, Lord, fhall I be there
To meet a joyful doom?

5 Be this my one great bufinefs here,
With ferious industry and fear
Eternal blifs t' enfure!

Thine utmost counfel to fulfil,
And fuffer all thy righteous will,
And to the end endure!

6 Then, Saviour, then my foul receive,
Tranfported from this vale to live
And reign with thee above;
Where faith is fweetly loft in fight,
And hope in full fupreme delight,
And everlasting love.

HYMN XVIII.

FATHER of Lights, from whom proceeds

Whate'er thy ev'ry creature needs, Whofe goodness, providently nigh, Feeds the young ravens when they cry ; To thee I look, my heart prepare, Suggest and hearken to my pray's. 2 Since by thy light myself I fee Naked, and poor, and void of thee; Thy eyes must all my thoughts furvey, Preventing what my lips would fay; Thou feeft my wants, for help they call, And, ere I fpeak, thou know't them all.

3 Thou know'ft the bafenefs of my mind,
Wayward, and impotent, and blind;
Thou know'ft how unfubdu'd my will,
Averfe to good, and prone to ill;

Thou know't how wide my paffions rove, 2 Nor check'd by fear, nor charm'd by love.

4 Fain would I know as known by thee,
And feel the indigence I fee;

Fain would I all my vileness own,
And deep beneath the burden groan;
Abhor the pride that lurks within,
Deteft and lothe myself and fin.

5 Ah! give me Lord, myself to feel
My total mifery reveal;

Ah! give me, Lord, (I still would fay)
A heart to mourn, a heart to pray;
My bus'nefs this, my only care,
My life, my ev'ry breath, be pray'r.

HYMN XIX.

'Tis a point I long to know,

Oft it caufes anxious thought, Do I love the Lord, or no?

Am I his, or am I not?

2 If I love, why am I thus ?

Why this dull and lifeless frame ? Hardly, fure, can they be worse

Who have never heard his name. 3 Could my heart fo hard remain, Pray'r a task and burden prove; Ev'ry trifle give me pain,

If I knew a Saviour's love?

4 When I turn my eyes within,

All is dark, and vain, and wild;

Fill'd with unbelief and fin,
Can I deem myself a child?

5

If I

pray, or hear, or read,
Sin is mix'd with all I do;
You that love the Lord indeed,
Tell me, Is it thus with you?
6 Yet I mourn my ftubborn will,
Find my fin a grief and thrall;
Should I grieve for what I feel,
If I did not love at all?

7 Could I joy his faints to meet,
Choose the ways I once abhorr'd ;
Find, at times, the promife fweet,
If I did not love the Lord?
8 Lord, decide the doubtful cafe,
Thou who art thy people's fun ;
Shine upon thy work of grace,
If it be indeed begun.

I

Let me love thee more and more,
If I love at all, I pray;
If I have not lov'd before,
Help me to begin to-day.

HYMN XX.

THE one thing needful, that good part
Which Mary chofe with all her heart,
1 would pursue with heart and mind,
And feek unweary'd till I find.

2 But, oh! I'm blind and ignorant ;
The Spirit of the Lord I want,
To guide me in the narrow road,
That leads to happiness and God.
3 O Lord my God, to thee I pray,

Teach me to know and find the way
How I may have my fins forgiv'n,"
And fafe and furely get to heav'n.
4 My mind enlighten with thy light,
That I may underftand aright,
The glorious gospel-mystery,

Which fhews the way to heav'n and thee.

5 Hidden in Chrift the treafure lies,
That goodly pearl of fo great price;
No other way than Chrift there is
To endless happiness and bliss.
6 O Jesus Christ, my Lord and God,
Who haft redeemed me by thy blood!
Unite my heart fo faft to thee,

I

That we may never parted be.

HYMN XXI.

THAT I could repent!

O that I could believe!

Thou, by thy voice, the marble rent,
The rock in funder cleave!
Thou, by the two-edg'd fword,
My foul and fpirit part,

Strike with the hammer of thy word,
And break my stubborn heart.

2 Saviour, and Prince of Peace,
The double grace bestow,
Unloofe the bands of wickedness,
And let the captive go:

Grant me my fins to feel,
And then the load remove;
Wound, and pour in, my wounds to heal,
The balm of pard'ning love.

3 For thy own mercy's fake,
The curfed thing remove,
And into thy protection take
The pris'ner of thy love;
In ev'ry trying hour

Stand by my feeble foul,

And skreen me from my nature's pow'r,

"Till thou has made me whole.

4 This is thy will, I know,

That I fhould holy be,

Should let my fin this moment go,
This moment turn to thee: