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Unless you wake to righteousness,
C. M. 407.
Crown Him. " BACKSLIDERS, who your misery feel,
Attend your Saviour's call; Return, he'll your backslidings heal;
Oh, crown him Lord of all.
And painful is your thrall;
Oh, crown him Lord of all. 3 Take with you words, approach his thronen
And low before him fall;
Oh, crown him Lord of all.
Although your faith be small: His faithfulness you cannot doubt; Oh, crown him Lord of all.
L. M. 108.
Wandering Thoughts. I
LOVE the but ah! how far
My thoughts from the dear object are! This wanton heart, how wide it roves!
And fancy meets a thousand loves. 2 If my soul burn to see my God,
I tread the courts of his abode;
And tempt me oft before his face. 3 Would I enjoy my Lord alone,
I bid my passions all begone,
To bar the door and guard it still. 4 But cares or trifles, make or find Still new approaches to the mind;
Till I with grief and wonder see
Huge crowds betwixt the Lord and me. 5 This foolish heart can leave its God,
And shadows tempt its thoughts abroad; How shall I fix this wandering mind?
Or throw my fetters on the wind?
Prison me round in thine embrace;
L. M. 409.
Complaining of Inconstancy. 1 THE wandering star, and fleeting wind,
Both represent th' unstable mind. The morning cloud and early dew,
Bring our inconstancy to view. 2 But cloud, and wind, and dew, and star,
Faint and imperfect emblems are;
So fickle and so false as we.
Te vow, and straight our vows forget, And then these very vows repeat. • We sin forsake, to sin return;
Are hot, are cold, now freeze, now burd In decp distress, then raptures feel,
We soar to heaven, then sink to hell. 5. With flowing tears, Lord, we confess
Our folly and unsteadfastness:
Fix'd by thy grace, and fix'd for thee? 410.
Nothing has half thy work to do
Yet nothing's half so dull.
Labour, and tug, and strive,
How negligent we live!
And stars their courses move;
Come flying from above; * We for whom God the Son came down,
And labour'd for our good,
He purchas'd with his blood!
And never act our parts? Come, holy Dove, from th' heavenly hill,
And sit and warm our hearts.
Upward our souls shall rise:
We'll fty and take the prize.
C. M. 411.
Hardness of Heart. * My heart, how dreadful hard it is!
How heavy here it lies! Heavy and cold within my breast,
Just like a rock of ice!
Upon this Hinty throne,
Beneath this heart of stone. 3 How seldom do I rise to God,
Or taste the joys above! This mountain presses down my faith,
And chills my flaming love.
$ When smiling mercy courts my soul
With all its beavenly charms,
Would thrust it from my arms
Rebellious I have stood,
And terrors of a God. 6 Dear Saviour, steep this rock of mine
In thine own crimson sea;
Can melt the flint away.
5. BACKSLIDER RETURNING.
P. M. 1 HOW shall a lost sinner in pain,
Recover his forfeited peace! When brought into bondage again,
What hope of a second release? Will mercy itself be so kind
To spare such a rebel as me? And 0, can I possibly find
Such plenteous redemption in thee! 2 O Jesus, of thee I require,
If still thou art able to save,
And ransom my soul from the graves The help of thy Spirit restore,
And show me the life-giving blood; And pardon a sinner once more,
And bring me again unto God. g O Jesus, in pity draw near,
Come quickly to help a lost soul, To comfort a mourner appear,
And make a poor Lazarus whole; The balm of thy mercy apply,
Thou seest the sore anguish I feel,
Save, Lord, or I perish, 1 die,
O save, or I sink into hell! $ I sink if thou longer delay
Thy pardoning mercy to show: Come quickly, and kindly display
The power of thy passion below: By all thou hast done for my sake,
One drop of thy blood I inplore: Now, now let it touch me, and make The sinner a sinner no more.
P. M.. 413. Is huis mercy clean gone for ever? doth hie
promise fail for evermore? Psalm lxxvii. 8. 1 DEPTH of mercy! can there be
Mercy still reserv'd for me! Can my God his wrath forbear?
Me, the chief of sinner's spare? 2 I have long with stood his grace:
Long provok'd him to his face;
Griev'd him by a thousand falls. 3 Kindled his relentings are,
Me he now delights to spare,
Lets the lifted thunder drop.
Show's his wounds and spreads his hands:
Jesus weeps, and loves me still! 5 Jesus answer from above:
Is not all thy nature love?
Suffer me to kiss thy feet? 6 Now incline me to repent!
Let me now my fall lament!