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4 Great God, fubdue this vicious thirst:,

. This love to vanity and dust; Cure the--vile sever of the mind, And seed our souls with joys resin'd I

CCXI. Meekness.

I TV Æ'ARK, when tempestuous winds arise,
IVx The wild consusion and uproar;
All ocean-mixing with the skies,
And wrecks are dash'd upon the shore.

;. Not less consusion racks the mind

By its own sierce ideas toft;

Calm reason is to rage resign'd,

And in the whirl of passion lost.
J' 0 self tormenting child of pride,

^nger, bred up in hate and strise!

Ten thousand ills, by thee fupplied,

Mingle the cup of bitter lise.'

4. Happy the meek whose gentle breast,
Clear as the fummer ev'ning's ray,
Calm as the regions of the blest,-
Enjoys on earth celestial day.

5 No friendships broke their bosom sting,
No jars their peacesul tent invade;
Sase underneath th' almighty's wing,
And soes to none, of none afraid.

6. Spirit of grace, all meek and mild,
With thy whole self our souls possess;
Passion and pride be hence exii'd,
Then shall our frame thine own express.

CCXII. A living and a dead Faith.

MISTAKEN soubl that dream of heay'n,

And make their empty boast

Of inward joys and sins sorgiv'n,
'While they are slaves to lust.

2. Vain are our sancies, airy flights,

If faith be cold and dead; None but a living pow'r unite* To Christ, the living head.

3. 'Tis faith that changes all the heart;

'Tis faith that works by love; That bids all sinsul joys depart, And lifts the thoughts above.

4. 'Tis faith that conquers earth and hell,

By a celestial Pow'r;
This is the grace that shall prevail,
In the decisive hour.

£5. Faith must obey the Fa The R's will,
As well as trust his grace;
A pard'ning God is jealous still,
For his own holiness.

6; When from the curse He sets us free,
He makes our natures clean;
Nor would he send his S 0 N to be
The minister of sin.

7- His spirit purisies our frame,

And seals our peace with God;
Jesus and his falvation came
By water and by blwd j

X CCXIII. T1m: Example of Christ.

i.lVysY dear Redeemer, and my

J.V1 Lord!

I read my duty in Thy wow;

But in Thy life the law appears,

Drawn out in living characters. 3. Such was Thy truth, and such Thy zeal,

Such deserence to Thy father's will,

Such love, and meekness so divine,

I would transcribe and make them mine.

3. Cold mountains, and the midnight air,
Witness'd the servour of Thy pray'r .
The desarf Thy temptations knew,
Thy conflict and Thy victory too.

4. Be thou my pattern., make me bear
More of Thy gracious image here;
Then God; the judge, shall own my name
Amongst: the soli'wers of the Lanb.

T CCXIV. Complaining of spiritual Stotb.

i. TV/T Y drowzy pow'rs, why deep ye so? J.VJL Awake my sluggish soul s Nothing has half thy work'to do,

Yet nothing's half so dull.

2. The little ants sor one poor grain,

Labour, and tug, and strive;
Yet we, who have a heav'n t' obtain,
How negligent we live!

3. We, sor whose use this globe yet stands,

And stars their courses move;
We, sor whose guard the angel-bands
Come flying from above:

4.. We, sor whom God the Son came down, And labour'd sor our good; i How careless to secure that crown, He p'urchas'd with his blood?

5. Loud, shall we lie so sluggish still,

And never act our parts?
Come, holy £)ove, from th' heav'nly hill,
And sit and warm our hearts!

6. Then shall our active spirits move,

Upward our souls shall rife: With hands of faith, and wings of lore* -^tfe'll fly and take the prize.

CC'XV. A Song for Morning or Evening.

1. TV ÆY God, how endless is Thy love j>
J. VA Thy gifts are ev'ry ev'ning new,
Ard morning mercies srom above
Gently distil like early dew.

2. Thou spread'st the curtains of the night,
Great guardian of my sleeping hours s
Thy sov'reign word restores the light.
And quickens all my drowzy pow'rs.

3. I yield my pow'rs to Thy command,
To Thee 1 consecrate my days?
Perpetual blessings from Thine hand;
Demand perpetual songs of praife.

CCVI. God all, and in all

I. ~JV/TY God! my lise \ my love {
J.V1 To Thee, to Thee I call;
I cannot live, if Thou remove,
For Thou art all in all.

[2. Thy shining grace can chear
This dungeon, where I dwell:
'Tis paradife, when. Thou art here,
If Thou depart, 'tis hell ]

[3. The smilings of Thy face*
How amiable they are 1
'Tis heav'n to rest in Thine embrace,
And no where else but there.]

[4. To Thee, and Thej alone,
The angels owe their bliss .
They sit around thy gracious throne j
And dwell where J t s u * is.J

[5. Not all the harps above

Can make a heav'nly place; If God His residence remover Or but conceal His face-J

6- Nor earth, nor all the sky,
Can one delight asford;
No not a drop of real joy,
Without Thy presence, Lord!
7. Thou art the sea of love,
Where all my pleafures roll;
The circle where my passions move,
And centre of my foul.

[S. To Thee my spirits sly,
With infinite defire s
And yet how far from Thee I lie;
Dear Jesus, raife me high'r !]

CCXVII. God my only Happiness.

1 TV/TY God, my portion, andmy loves
IVJL My everlasting All!
I've none but Thee in heav'n above,
Or on this earthly ball.

[2. What empty things are all the skies,
And this inserior clod?
There's nothing here deserves my joys,
There's nothing like my God.]

[j. In vain the bright, the burning fun
Scatters his seeble light;
'Tis Thy sweet beams create my noon,
If Thou withdraw, 'tis night.
4. And whilst upon my restless bed
Amongst the /hades I roll .'
If my Redeemer shews his head,
'Tis morning with my foul.]

5- To Thee we owe our wealth and friends,
And health, and fase ahode;
Thanks to thy name for meaner things,
But they are not my God.

i. How vain a toy is glitt'ring wealth,
If once compar'd to Thee }

Or what's my fasety, or my health,
Or all my friends to me )

7. Were I possessor of the earth,

And call'd the stars my own;
Without Thy graces and Thyself,
I were a wretch undone.

8. Ijet others stretch their arms like seas.

And grasp in all the shore;
Grant me the vifits of Thy face,
And I defire no more.

t CCXVIII. Submission under JffliSion.

1. TV ÆY God, thy wisdom I adore, lVJ. Nor will I doubt thy love; Tho' with Afflictions long and fore

Thou should'st my faults reprove.

2. Thy just resentments have been flow,

Thy stripes have gentle been, Compar'd with my deserts, I know, And with my heinous fin.

3. Thou, Lord, in all my griess and pams

Dost still a father prove;
My finking heart thy hand fustains,
And can I doubt thy love?

4. My God, I know thou dost intend

My greatest good in all; The errors of my lise to mend, And to refine my foul

5. Work thou thy will in thine own way;

And, tho' I seel thy rod.
With gratesul heart I still will fay
My father and my God!

t CCXIX. Delight in G,d. 1. TV ÆY God, what endless pleafures dwell 1VX Above, at Thy right-hand 1

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The courts below, how amiable,
Where all Thy graces stand!

2. The swallow near Thy temple lies,

And chirps a chearful note;
The lark mounts upward to Thy skies,
And tunes her warbling throat.

3. And we, when in Thy presence, Lord!

We shout with joyful tongues;

Or fitting round our Father's board,

We crown the seast with fongs.

4. While J E s u s shines with quick'ning grace,

We fing, and mount on high •
But if a frown becloud His face,
W e faint and tire and die.

[5. Just as we see the lonefome dove
Bemoan her widow'd state;
Wand'ring she slies thro' all the grove,
And mourns her loving mate.

6. Just fo our thoughts from thing to thing
In restless circles rove;
Just fo we droop, and hang the wing,
When Jesus hides his love.]

1s CCXX. Hardness os Hears complained os.

I. TV /sY heart, how dreadful hard it is!'
JLVJL How heavy here it lies!
Heavy and cold within my breast,
just like a rock of ice.

2-Sin, like, a raging tyrant, fits
UpOn this flinty throne;
And ev'ry grace lies bury'd deep
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.

4. When smiling Mercy courts my soul

With all its heav'nly charms;

This stubborn, this relentless thing

Would thrust it from my arms.

5. Against the thunders of tby wcrd

Rebellious I have stood;
My heart, it makes not at the wrath
And terrors of a Go D.

6. Dear Saviour steep this rock of mine

In thine own crimfon sea?
None but a bath of blood divine
Can melt the flint away.

i CCXXI. God's Word is most certain.

1. TV ÆY hiding place, my resuge tow'r 1V1 And shield art Thou, O Lord, I firmly anchor all my hopes

On thy unerring word.

2. Engrav'd, as in eternal brass,

The mighty promife shines; -
Nor can the pow'rs of darkness raze
Those everlasting lines.

3: The facred woid of grace is strong
As that which built the skies;
The voice, which rolls the stars along,
Spake all the promifes.

CCXXII. Faith jifflsted hy Sense.

i. T\/|Y Saviour, God, my fov'reign

J.VX prince,

• Reigns far above the skies;

But brings His graces down to sense,
And helps my faith to rise.

2. My eyes and ears shall bless His name,
They read and hear His word;

My

My touch and taste shall do the fame,
When they receive the Lord,

3. Baptifmal water is design'd ,

To seal His cleansing grace; While at his seast of bread and wine He gives his faints a place.

4. But not the waters of the flood

Can make my flesh so clean .
As by His spirit and His blood,
He'll wash my soul from sin.

J. Not choicest meats, nor noblest wines
So much my heart resresh;
As when my faith goes thro' the signs,
And seeds upon His flesh.

6. I love the Lord, that stoops so low
To give His word a seal;
But the rich grace His hands bestow,
Exceeds the sigures still.

t CCXXIII. A thought of Death and Glory.

i TV ÆY .soul! come meditate the day,
IVJ. And think how near it stands;
When thou mult quit this house of clay,
And fly to unknown lands.

[z. And you, mine eyes ! look down and view
The hollow g'ping tomb;
This gloomy prifon waits sor ytm,
Whene'er the fummons come.]

3.0 could we die with those that die,
And place us in their stea'd;
Then would our spirits learn to fly,
And converse with the dead I

4. Then we should see the faints above,
In their own glorious sorms;
And wonder why our souls should love
To dwell with mortal worms.

[5. How we should scorn these cloaths of flesh,
These setters, and this lood!
And long sor ev'ning, to undress,
That we may rest with God.J

6. We should almost sorfake our clay
Besore the fummons come,
And pray, and wifli our souis away,
To their eternal home.

X CCXXIV. Parting with carnal Joys.

i. TV/TY soul sorfakes her vain delight, 1VJL And bids the world farewell; Base as the dirt beneath my seet,

And mifchievous as hell.

2. No longer will ] ask your love,

Nor leek your friendship more;
The happiness that 1 approve,
Lies not within your pow'r.

3. There's nothing round this spacious earth,

That fuits my large desire;
To boundless joys and solid mirth
My nobler thoughts aspire.

[4. Where pleafure rolis its living flood,
From sin and dross resin'd;
Still springing sroin the throne of God,
And sit to chear the rnind.

5. Th' Almighty Ruler os the sphere,

Ti:e glorious end the great,
Brings his own all-sofncience there,
To make our blifs complete.]

6. Had I the pinions of a dove,.

I'd climb the heav'nly road; There sits my Saviput drest in love, And there my smiling God.

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