Aud taught me to esteem as drofs, The mirth of fools and pomp of kings. 3 I want that grace that springs from thee That quickens all things where it flows; And makes a wretched thorn, like me, Bloom as the myrtle, or the rose. 4 Dear fountain of delight unknown! No longer fink below the brim; But overflow, and pour me down A living, and life-giving ftream!

5 For fure, of all the plants that share The notice of thy Father's eye;

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None proves lefs grateful to his care,
Or yields him meaner fruit than I.

LXII. C. Love constraining to obedience.

No O ftrength of nature can fuffice

To ferve the LORD aright;

And what fhe has, fhe mifapplies,
For want of clearer light.

2 How long beneath the law I lay
In bondage and distress!

I toil'd the precept to obey,

But toil'd without fuccefs.

3 Then to abftain from outward fin

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Was more than I could do;
Now, if I feel its pow'r within,
I feel I hate it too.

Then all my fervile works were done
A righteoufnefs to raise;

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Now, freely chofen in the Son,

1 freely choose his ways.

5 What shall I do was then the word,
That I may worthier grow?

What fhall I render to the LORD?
Is my enquiry now.

6 To fee the Law by CHRIST fulfill'd,
And hear his pard'ning voice;
Changes a flave into a child (x),
And duty into choice.

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LXIII. C. The heart healed and changed by mercy.

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SIN enflav'd me many years?

And led me bound and blind;
Till at length a thousand fears
Came fwarming o'er my mind.
Where, I faid in deep diftrefs,
Will these finful pleasures end?
How fhall I fecure my peace,

And make the LORD my friend
Friends and minifters faid much
The gospel to enforce;

But my blindness ftill was fuch,
I chofe a legal course:

Much I fafted, watch'd and ftrove,
Scarce would fhew my face abroad,
Fear'd, almoft, to fpeak or move,
A ftranger ftill to God.

Thus afraid to truft his grace,
Long time did I rebel;

Till,

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Till, defpairing of my cafe,
Down at his feet I fell :

Then my ftubborn heart he broke,
And fubdu'd me to his fway;
By a fimple word he spoke,

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Thy fins are done away.

LXIV. C. Hatred of fin.

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OLY LORD GOD! I love thy truth,
Nor dare thy least commandment
flight;

Yet pierc'd by fin, the ferpent's tooth,
I mourn the anguifh of the bite..

2 But tho' the poifon lurks within,
Hope bids me ftill with patience wait;
Till death fhall fet me free from fin,
Free from the only thing I hate.

3 Had I a throne above the reft,
Where angels and archangels dwell;
One fin, unflain, within my breaft,
Would make that heav'n as dark as hell.
4 The pris'ner, fent to breathe fresh air,
And blefs'd with liberty again,

Would mourn, were he condemn'd to wear
One link of all his former chain.

5 But oh! no foe invades the blifs,
When glory crowns the chriftian's head;
One view of JESUS as he is,

Will ftrike all fin for ever dead.

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LXV. The child (e).

UIET, LORD, my froward heart,
Make me teachable and mild,

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Upright, fimple, free from art, Make me as a weaned child: From difturft and envy free, Pleas'd with all that pleases thee. 2 What thou fhalt to-day provide, Let me as a child receive; What to-morrow may betide, Calmly to thy wisdom leave: 'Tis enough that thou wilt care, Why fhould I the burden bear? 3 As a little child relies On a care beyond his own; Knows he's neither ftrong nor wife; Fears to ftir a step alone:

Let me thus with thee abide,

As my Father, Guard, and Guide.
4 Thus preferv'd from Satan's wiles,
Safe from dangers, free from fears;
May I live upon thy fmiles,
Till the promis'd hour appears;

When the fons of GOD fhall prove
All their Father's boundless love.

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LXVI. True happiness.

IX my heart and eyes on thine!
What are other objects worth?

But to fee thy glory fhine,
Is a heav'n begun on earth:
Trifles can no longer move,
Oh, I tread on all befide,
When I feel my Saviour's love.
And remember how he dy'd.
2 Now my fearch is at an end,
Now my wifhes rove no more!
Thus my moments I would fpend,.
Love, and wonder, and adore:
JESUS, fource of excellence!
All thy glorious love reveal!
Kingdoms fhall not bribe me hence,
While this happiness I feel.

3 Take my heart 'tis all thine own,
To thy will my fpirit frame;
Thou shalt reign and thou alone,
Over all I have, or am:
If a foolish thought fhall dare
To rebel against thy word,

Slay it, LORD, and do not spare,
Let it feel thy Spirit's fword.

4 Making thus the LORD my choice,
I have nothing more to choose,
But to listen to thy voice,
And my will in thine to lofe:
Thus, whatever may betide,
I fhall fafe and happy be;
Still content and fatisfy'd,
Having all, in having thee.

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