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 ! i 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. SEASO 1. PROVIDE NO 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, |