2 Tell me no more of praiso and wealth,
Of careless ease and blooming health,

For they have all their snares:
Let me but know my sins forgiv'n,
And see my name enroll'd in heaven,

And I am free from cares.
3 Tell me no more of lofty tow'rs,
Delightful gardens, fragrant bow'rs,

For these are trifling things;
The little room for me design’d,
Will suit as well my easy mind,

As palaces of kings.
Tell me no more of crowding guests,
Of gaudy dress, and sumptuous feasts,

Extravagance and waste:
My little table, only spread
With wholesome herbs and wholesome bread,

Will better suit my taste.
5 Give me a bible in my hand,
A heart to read and understand,

This sure, unerring word; I'd urge no company to stay, But sit alone from day to day, And converse with the Lord.

P. M. 444.

Welcoming the Cross.
1
TIS my happiness below,

Not to live without the cross;
But the Saviour's power to know

Sanctifying every loss:
Trials must and will befall;

But—with hunible faith to see
Lowe inscrib'd upon them all

This is happiness to me.
2 God, in Israel, sows the seeds

Of affliction, pain, and toil:
These spring up, and choke the weeds
Which would else o’erspread the soil;

Trials make the promise sweet;

Trials give new life to pray’r; Trials bring me to his feet,

Lay me low, and keep me there, s Did I meet no trials here

No chastisement by the way Might I not, with reason, fear

should prove a cast-away? Bastards may escape the rod,

Sunk in earthly vain delight; But the true-born child of God

Must not,--would not, if he might

L. M. 415.

Prayer answered by Cro88c8. ' I ASKD the Lord that I might grow

In faith, and love, and every grace, Might more of his salvation know,

And seek, more earnestly, his face. 2 'Twas he who taught me thus to pray,

And he, I trust, has answer'd prayer; But it has been in such a way

As almost drove me lo despair. 3 I hop'd that in some favour'ol hour

At once he'd answer my request, And by his love's constraining power

Subdlue my sins and give me rest: 4 Justead of this he made me feel

The hidden evils of my heart, And let the angry powers of hell

Assault my soul in every part. s Yea, more, with his own hand he seemd

Intent to aggravate my wo,
Cross'd all the fair designs I schem'd,

Blasted my gourds, and laid me low. B “Lord, why is this?” I trembling cry'd “Wilt thou pursue thy worm *o death!”

“ 'Tis in this way,” the Lord replied,

“) answer prayer for grace and faith! 7 “ These inward trials 1 employ,

From self and pride to set thee free: And break thy schemes of earthly joy, That thou may'st seek thy all in me.'

L. M. 446.

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Christian holiness.
1
So let our lips and lives express

The holy gospel we profess;
So let our works and virtues shine,

To prove the doctrine all divine!
9 Thus shall we best proclaim abroad

The honours of our Saviour God,
When the salvation reigns within,

And grace subdues the pow'r of sin. 3 Our flesh and sense must be deny'd,

Passion and envy, lust and pride;
Whilst justice, temp'rance, truth, and love

Our inward piety approve.
4 Religion bears our spirits up,

Whilst we expect that blessed hope,
The bright appearance of the Lord,
And faith stands leaning on his word.

A PILGRIMAGE.

L. M. 447...

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zoe seek one to come.” Heb. xiii. 11. 1 " WEVE no abiding city here,”. This may

distress the worklly mind; But should not cost a saint a tear,

Who hopes a better rest to find. 2 “We've no abiding city herc,"

Sad truth were this to be our home; But let this thought our spirits cheer, “We seek a city yet to come.

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S“We've no abiding city here,”:

Then let us live as pilgrims do; Let not the world our rest appear;

But let us haste from all below. 4 “We've no abiding city here,”

We seek a city out of sight:
Zion it's name,--the Lord is there,

It shines with everlasting light.
SO! sweet abode of peace and love,

Where pilgrims freed from toil are blest! IIad I the pinions of the dove,

I'd flee to thee, and be at rest. 6 But hush, my soul, nor dare repine!

The time my God appoints is best : While here, to do his will be mine; And his to fix my time of rest.

L. M. 448.

Longing for our heavenly home. 1“O ZION, when I think of thee,

I wish for pinions likc a dove, And mourn to think that I should be

So distant from the place I love. 2“ An exile here, and far from home,

For Zion's sacred walls I sigh, Thither the ransom'd nations come,

And see the Saviour eye to eye. s « While here I walk on hostile ground,

The few that I can call my friends, Are like myself, with fetters bound,

And weariness our steps attends. À “But yet we shall behold the day

When Zion's children shall return; Our sorrows then shall flee away,

And we shall never, never mourn. 5 " The hope that such a day will come, Makes even the exile's portion sweet;

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And my abiding home; For me my elder brethren stay, And angels beckon me away,

And Jesus bids me come!

5 I come, thy servant, Lord, replies,, I come, to meet thee in the skies,

And claim my heavenly rest! Now let the pilgriin's journey end, Now, O my Saviour, brother, friend,

Receive me to thy breast!

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P. M. 452. Grateful recollection on the journey of life COME, thon fount of every blessing,

Tune my heart to sing thy grace, Streams of mercy never ceasing

Call for songs of loudest praise:
Teach me some melodious sonnet,

Sung by flaming tongues above:
Praise the mount-o fix me on it,

Mount of God's unchanging love. 2 Here I raise my Ebenezer,

Hither by thy help I'm come:
And I hope, by thy good pleasure,

Safely to arrive at home:
Jesus sought me when a stranger,

Wandering from the fold of God;
He, to save my soul from danger,

Interpos'd his precious blood. 3 O!

to grace how great a debtor

Daily I'm constrain'd to be!
Let that grace, Lord, like a fetter,

Bind my wandering heart to thee!
Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it;

Prone to leave the God I love-
Here's my heart, Lord, take and seal it,
Seal it from thy courts above.