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2“ I know thy works, and I approve,
“Though small thy strength, sincere thy love ; “Go on, my word and name to own,
“For none shall rob thee of thy crown. 3 “ Before thee see my mercy's door
“Stands open wide to shut no more ; “ Fear not temptation's fiery day,
“ For I will be thy strength and stay. 4. “Thou hast my promise, hold it fast,
“ The trying hour will soon be past;
“ Rejoice, for, lo! I quickly come, . “To take thee to my heav'nly home. 5 “ A pillar there, no more to move,
“ Inscrib'd with all my names of love; “A monument of mighty grace,
“ Thou shalt for ever have a place." 6 Such is the conqueror's reward,
Prepard and promis'd by the Lord !
CXL. Laodicea. Chap. iii. 14 20.
i Hear what the Lord, the great Amen,
The true and faithful witness says ! He forin'd the vast creation's plan,
And searches all our hearts and ways. 2 To some he speaks as once of old,
“I know thee, thy profession’s vain; “ Since thou art neither hot nor cold, “ I'll spit thee from me with disdain,
3 “ Thou boastest 'I am wise and rich,
“ Increas'd in goods, and nothing need;' “And dost not know thou art a wretch, “Naked, and poor, and blind, and dead. “ Yet while I thus rebuke, I love, “My message is in mercy sent; “ That thou may’st my compassion prove,
“I can forgive, if thou repent. 5 “Would'st thou be truly rich and wise ?
“Come, buy my gold in fire well try'd,
“My robe thy nakedness to hide.
“ Poor sinner, shall I wait in vain ?
“That I may enter with my train
“ Unworthy thou of such a guest !
CXLI. The Little Book•. Chap. x. i When the belov'd disciple took
The angel's little, open book,
It tasted bitter after sweet.
At first 'tis sweeter to the taste
3 What sweetness does the promise yield,
We pass to what must be endur'd;
That bitter must to sweet succeed.
When Satan threatens to devour,
We draw our steps with pain and toil. 6 When thus deserted, tempest-tost,
The sense of former sweetness lost,
In thinking that we once believ'd. 7 The Lord first makes the sweetness known,
To win and fix us for his own;
1. SEASONS. | 111. PROVIDENCES. II. ORDINANCES. | IV. CREATION.
1 WHILE with ceaseless course the sun
Hasted through the former year,
But how little-none can know. 2 As the winged arrow flies,
Speedily the mark to find;
3 Thanks for mercies past receive,
Pardon of our sins renew;
1 TIME, with an unwearied hand,
Pushes round the seasons past;
2 Daily sin, and care, and strife,
While the Lord prolongs our breath,
3 When constrain'd to go alone,
Leaving all you love behind,