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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 !
Let him that hath the ear of faith
Attend to what the Spirit saith.


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 ointment to anoint thine eyes,

“My robe thy nakedness to hide.
6 “See at thy door I stand and knock!

“ Poor sinner, shall I wait in vain ?
“Quickly thy stubborn heart unlock,

“That I may enter with my train
7. “Thou canst not entertain a king,

“ Unworthy thou of such a guest !
“But I my own provisions bring,
“ To make thy soul a heav'nly feast.”

CXLI. The Little Book•. Chap. x. i When the belov'd disciple took

The angel's little, open book,
Which by the Lord's command he eat,

It tasted bitter after sweet.
2 Thus when the Gospel is embrac'd,

At first 'tis sweeter to the taste
Than honey or the honey-comb,
But there's a bitterness to come.

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3 What sweetness does the promise yield,
When by the Spirit's power seal'd?
The longing soul is filld with good,
Nor feels a wish for other food.
4 By these inviting tastes allurid,

We pass to what must be endur'd;
For soon we find it is decreed,

That bitter must to sweet succeed.
5 When sin revives and shows its pow'r,

When Satan threatens to devour,
When God afflicts, and men revile,

We draw our steps with pain and toil. 6 When thus deserted, tempest-tost,

The sense of former sweetness lost,
We tremble lest we were deceiv'd

In thinking that we once believ'd. 7 The Lord first makes the sweetness known,

To win and fix us for his own;
And though we now some bitter meet,
We hope for everlasting sweet.

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1 WHILE with ceaseless course the sun

Hasted through the former year,
Many souls their race have run,
Never more to meet us here:
Fix'd in an eternal state,
They have done with all below;
We a little longer wait,

But how little-none can know. 2 As the winged arrow flies,

Speedily the mark to find;
As the lightning from the skies
Darts, and leaves no trace behind ;
Swiftly thus our fleeting days
Bear us down life's rapid stream;
Upwards, Lord, our spirits raise,
All below is but a dreain.

3 Thanks for mercies past receive,

Pardon of our sins renew;
Teach us, henceforth, how to live
With eternity in view :
Bless thy word to young and old,
Fill us with a Saviour's love;
And when life's short tale is told,
May we dwell with thee above.

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1 TIME, with an unwearied hand,

Pushes round the seasons past;
And in life's frail glass the sand
Sinks apace, not long to last :
Many, who, as you and I,
The last year assembled thus,
In their silent graves now lie;
Graves will open soon for us!

2 Daily sin, and care, and strife,

While the Lord prolongs our breath,
Make it but a dying life,
Or a kind of living death :
Wretched they and most forlorn,
Who no better portion know;
Better ne'er to have been born,
Than to have our all below.

3 When constrain'd to go alone,

Leaving all you love behind,
Entring on a world unknown,
What will then support your mind

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