со XI. [BK. I. lxvii.] JEHOVAH OUR RIGHTEOUSNESS MY GOD, how perfect are thy ways! Sin twines itself about my praise, When I would speak what thou hast done I cannot make thy mercies known Divine desire, that holy flame This heart, a fountain of vile thoughts, While self upon the surface floats Still bubbling from below. Let others in the gaudy dress Of fancied merit shine; The LORD shall be my righteousness; XII. [BK. I. lxviii.] EPHRAIM REPENTING. Jer. xxxi. 18-20 MY GOD! till I receiv'd thy stroke, How like a beast was I! So unaccustom'd to the yoke, With grief my just reproach I bear, How frequent my rebellions were! Thy merciful restraint I scorn'd, Yet turn me, and I shall be turn'd, 16 8 No, saith the LORD, with all his faults, Is Ephraim banish'd from my thoughts, 16 Is he a dear and pleasant child? My sharp rebuke has laid him low, My pity kindles at his woe, He shall not seek in vain. XIII. [BK. I. lxxi.] THE COVENANT. Ezek. xxxvi. 25-28 Yet not unsought, or unimplor'd, No-your whole hearts shall seek the LORD, I'll put a praying spirit there. From the first breath of life divine, Down to the last expiring hour; The gracious work shall all be mine, Begun and ended in my pow'r. XIV. [BK. I. lxxii.] JEHOVAH-SHAMMAH. Ezek. xlviii. 35 As birds their infant brood protect 2, "So will I guard Jerusalem." 24 8 16 And what then is Jerusalem, This darling object of his care? Where is its worth in GOD's esteem? 8 JEHOVAH founded it in blood, The blood of his incarnate Son; There dwell the saints, once foes to GOD, Her name is call'd, The LORD is there, XV. [BK. I. lxxix.] PRAISE FOR THE FOUNTAIN OPENED THERE is a fountain fill'd with blood The dying thief rejoic'd to see That fountain in his day; 16 And there have I, as vile as he, Dear dying Lamb, thy precious blood Till all the ransom'd church of Gop E'er since, by faith, I saw the stream Redeeming love has been my theme, Then in a nobler sweeter song I'll sing thy power to save; When this poor lisping stammering tongue Lies silent in the grave. LORD, I believe thou hast prepar'd (Unworthy tho' I be) For me a blood-bought free reward, A golden harp for me! 'Tis strung, and tun'd, for endless years, And form'd by pow'r divine; To sound in GOD the Father's ears, 8 16 24 XVI. [BK. 1. lxxxv.] THE SOWER. Matt. xiii. 3 YE sons of earth prepare the plough, But ill repays the sower's toil, Soon wither'd, scorch'd, and dead. The thorny ground is sure to baulk We find a tall and sickly stalk, The beaten path and high-way side 8 The watchful birds the spoil divide, And pick up all the grain. 16 But where the LORD of grace and pow'r How plenteous is the golden store Father of mercies, we have need Of thy preparing grace; Let the same hand that gives the seed, XVII. [BK. I. xcvi.] THE HOUSE OF PRAYER. Mark xi. 17 24 THY mansion is the Christian's heart, O LORD, thy dwelling-place secure ! Devoted as it is to thee, A thievish swarm frequents the place; There too a sharp designing trade 8 I know them, and I hate their din, Oh! for the joy thy presence gives, And if thou make thy temple shine, XVIII. [BK. I. cxviii.] LOVEST THOU ME? John xxi. 16 HARK, my soul! it is the LORD; 16 24 I deliver'd thee when bound, And, when wounded, heal'd thy wound; 8 Sought thee wand'ring, set thee right, Can a woman's tender care Cease, towards the child she bare? Yes, she may forgetful be, Yet will I remember thee. Mine is an unchanging love, Thou shalt see my glory soon, LORD, it is my chief complaint, 6 wounded] bleeding first in 1797. 16 24 |