Beauties too, in holiness,
Still delighted I perceive;
Nor have words that can exprefs
The joys thy precepts give..
Cloth'd in fanctity and grace,
How fweet it is to fee
Those who love thee as they pafs,
Or when they wait on thee:
Pleasant too, to fit and tell
What we owe to love divine;
Till our bofoms grateful swell,
And eyes begin to fhine.
Those the comforts I poffefs,
Which GOD fhall ftill increase:
All his ways are pleasantnefs (m),
And all his paths are peace:
Nothing JESUS did or fpoke,.
Henceforth let me ever flight;
For I love his easy yoke(n),
And find his burden light.
L. C. The chriftian.
HONOR and happiness unite
To make the chriftian's name a praife; How fair the scene, how clear the light, That fills the remnant of his days!
2 A kingly character he bears,
No change his priestly office knows;.
Unfading is the crown he wears,
His joys can never reach a close.
(m) Prov, ii, 17. (*) Matt, xi, 30,
3 Adorn'd with glory from on high,
Salvation fhines upon his face ;
His robe is of th' etherial dye,
His fteps are dignity and grace.
4 Inferior honors he difdains,
Nor ftoops to take applaufe from earth;
The King of kings himself maintains
Th' expences of his heav'nly birth.
5 The nobleft creatures feen below,
Ordain'd to fill a throne above;
GOD gives him all he can beftow,
His kingdom of eternal love!
6 My foul is ravish'd at the thought!
Methinks from earth I fee him rife;.
Angels congratulate his lot,
And fhout him welcome to the fkies!
LI. C. Lively hope, and gracious fear. I Was a groveling creature once, And bafely cleav'd to earth;
I wanted fpirit to renounce
The clod that gave me birth.
2 But God has breath'd upon a worm, And fent me, from above,
Wings, fuch as clothe an angel's form,
The wings of joy and love.
With these to Pifgah's top I fly,
And there delighted stand:
To view, beneath a fhining fky,
The spacious promis'd land.
The LORD of all the vaft domain
Has promis'd it to me;
The length and breadth of all the plain, As far as faith can fee.
5 How glorious is my privilege!.
To thee for help I call;
I ftand upon a mountain's edge,
Oh fave me, left I fall!
6 Tho' much exalted in the LORD,
My ftrength is not my own;
Then let me tremble at his word,
And none fhall caft me down.
ES! fince GOD himself has faid it,
On the promife I rely;
His good word demands my credit,
What can unbelief reply?
He his ftrong and can fulfill,
He is truth, and therefore will.
2 As to all the doubts and questions,
Which my fpirit often grieve,
These are Satan's fly fuggeftions,
And I need no answer give;
He would fain deftroy my hope,
But the promise bears it up.
Sure the LORD thus far has brought me
By his watchful tender care;
Sure 'tis he himself has taught me
How to feek his face by pray'r:
After fo much mercy past,
Will he give me up at last ?
4 True, I've been a foolifh creature,
And have finn'd against his grace;
But forgiveness is his nature,
Tho' he juftly hides his face :
Ere he call'd me well he knew (0),
What a heart like mine would do.
5 In my Saviour's interceffion
Therefore I will ftill confide;
LORD, accept my free confeffion,
I have finn'd, but thou haft dy'd (p):
This is all I have to plead,
This is all the plea I need.
LIII. Peace restored.
OH, fpeak that gracious word again,
And cheer my drooping heart!
No voice but thine can footh my pain,
Or bid my fears depart.
2 And canft thou ftill vouchsafe to own
A wretch fo vile as I?
And may I still approach thy throne,
And Abba, Father, cry?
3. Oh then let faints and angels join,
And help me to proclaim,
The grace that heal'd a breach like mine,
And put my foes to shame!
4 How oft did Satan's cruel boaft
My troubled foul affright!
He told me I was furely loft,
And God had left me quite (q).
(0) Isaiah xlviii. 8. (2) Rom. viii, 34. (7) Pfälm lxxi. 11.
Guilt made me fear, left all were true
The lying tempter faid!
But now the LORD appears in view,
My enemy is fled.
6 My Saviour, by his pow'rful word,
Has turn'd my night to day;
And his falvation's joys reftor'd,
Which I had finn'd away.
Dear LORD, I wonder and adore,
Thy grace is all divine;
Oh keep me, that I fin no more
Against fuch love as thine!
LIV. Hear what he has done for my foul!
I SAV'D by blood I live to tell,
What the love of CHRIST hath done;
He redeem'd my foul from hell,
Of a rebel made a fon :
Oh I tremble ftill, to think
How fecure I liv'd in fin;
Sporting on deftruction's brink,
Yet preferv'd from falling in.
2 In his own appointed hour,
To my heart the Saviour spoke ;
Touch'd me by his Spirit's pow'r,
And my dang'rous flumber broke.
Then I faw and own'd my guilt,
Soon my gracious LORD reply'd;
"Fear not, I my blood have spilt,
'Twas for fuch as thee I dy'd."
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