6 But none shall gain the blissful place,
Or God's unclouded glory fee,
Who talks of free and fov'reign grace,
Unless that grace has made him free.

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LXXII. C. Abufe of the Gofpel..

OO many, Lord, abufe thy grace,
In this licentious day;

And while they boaft they fee thy face,
They turn their own away.

2 Thy book displays a gracious light
That can the blind restore;

But thefe are dazzled by the fight,
And blinded ftill the more.

3 The pardon fuch prefume upon,
They do not beg, but fteal;
And when they plead it at thy throne,
Oh! where's the Spirit's feal?

4 Was it for this, ye lawless tribe,
The dear Redeemer bled?
Is this the grace the faints imbibe
From Chrift the living head?

5 Ah, Lord, we know thy chofen few
Are fed with ueav'nly fare;

But these the wretched hufks they chew
Proclaim them what they are.

6 The liberty our hearts implore,
Is not to live in fin;

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But ftill to wait at Wildom's door,
Till Mercy calls us in.

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LXXIII. C. The narrow Way.

HAT thousands never knew the road!

What thoufands hate it when 'tis known! None but the chofen tribes of God

Will feek or chufe it for their own.

2 A thousand ways in ruin end, One only leads to joys on high; By that my willing steps afcend, Pleas'd with a journey to the fky, 3 No more I afk or hope to find Delight or happiness below; Sorrow may well poffefs the mind

That feeds where thorns and thistles grow.

4 The joy that fades is not for me, I feek immortal joys above;

There glory without end fhall be

The bright reward of faith and love. 5 Cleave to the world, ye fordid worms, Contented lick your native dust;

But God hall fight, with all his ftorms,
Against the idol of your truft.

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LXXIV. C. Dependence.

O keep the lamp alive,
With oil we fill the bowl;
'Tis water makes the willow thrive,
And grace that feeds the foul.
The Lord's unfparing hand
Supplies the living ftream;

It is not at our own command,
But ftill deriv'd from him.

Beware of Peter's word *,

Nor confidently fay,

"I never will deny thee, Lord,"

But grant I never may.

Man's wifdom is to feek

His ftrength in God alone;

And ev'n an angel would be weak,

Who trufted in his own.

Matth. xxvi. 33.

5 Retreat

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Retreat beneath his wings,

And in his grace confide;

This more exalts the King of kings

Than all your works befide.

In Jefus is our store,

Grace iffues, from his throne;
Whoever fays, "I want no more,"
Confeffes he has none.

LXXV. C. Not of Works.

1 GRACE, triumphant in the throne, Scorns a rival, reigns alone!

Come, and bow beneath her fway,
Caft your idol-works away.

Works of man, when made his plea,
Never fhall accepted be;

Fruits of pride (vain-glorious worm.!)
Are the best he can perform.

2 Self, the god his foul adores,
Influences all his pow'rs;

Jefus is a flighted name, Self-advancement all his aim. But when God the Judge, fhall come, To pronounce the final doom, Then for rocks and hills to hide All his works and all his pride! 3 Still the boasting heart replies, What! the worthy and the wife, Friends to temperance and peace, Have not these a righteousness? Banish ev'ry vain pretence. Built on human excellence; Perish ev'ry thing in man, But the grace that never can.

John, vi. 29.

LXXVI. Sin's deceit.

ISIN, when view'd by fcripture-light,
Is a horrid, hateful fight;

But when feen in Satan's glafs,
Then it wears a pleasing face.

2 When the gofpel-trumpet founds,
When I think how grace abounds,
When I feel fweet peace within,
Then I'd rather die than fin..
3 When the crofs I view by faith,.
Sin is madnefs, poifon, death;
Tempt me not, 'tis all in vain,
Sure I ne'er can yield again.
4 Satan, for awhile debarr'd,
When he finds me off my guard,
Puts his glats before my eyes,
Quickly other thoughts arife..
5 What before excited fears,
Rather pleafing now appears;..
If a fin, it feems fo fmall,
Or, perhaps, no fin at all.

6 Often thus, thro' fin's deceit,

Grief, and thame, and loss I meet;

Like a fith, my toul miftook,

Saw the bait, but not the hook.

7 O my Lord, what shall I fay?
How can 1 presume to pray ?
Not a word have I to plead,
Sins like mine are black indeed!
8 Made, by paft experience, wife,
Let me learn thy word to prize;
Taught by what I've felt before,
Let me Satan's glass abhor.

LXXVII.

LXXVII. Are there few that shall be saved!

Eftruction's dangerous road
What multitudes purfue!

While that which leads the foul to God,
Is known or fought by few.

Believers enter in

By Chrift, the living gate;
But they who will not leave their fin,
Complain it is too ftrait.

If felf must be deny'd,
And fin forfaken quite;

They rather choose the way that's wide,
And ftrive to think it right.

Encompass'd by a throng,
On numbers they depend;
So many furely can't be wrong,
And mifs a happy end.

But numbers are no mark

That men will right be found;
A few were fav'd in Noah's ark *,

For many millions drown'd.

The flock of Chrift is always fmall †,

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And make them, ere the ftorm arise,
To thee for fafety flee.

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LXXVII. The Sluggard.

HE wishes that the fluggard frames ‡,
Of course must fruitless prove;

With folded arms he ftands and dreams,
But has no heart to move.

1 Pet. iii. 20.
Prev. vi. 10. xxiv. 30. xxii. 13. XX. 4.

+ Luke, xii. 32.