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3 Sometimes the mind beholds again
The past day's business in review;
And sometimes all we meet is new.
We scarcely then a trace recall.
Like clouds before the driving storm;
Sent to admonish or inform.
What friends from heav'n, or foes from hell, Our minds to comfort or distress,
When we are sleeping, who can tell? 7 One thing, at least, and 'tis enough,
We learn from this surprising fact;
The soul, without the flesh, can act. 8 This life, which mortals so esteem,
That many choose it for their all, They will confess, was but a dream, When 'waken'd by death's awful call,
xcix. · The World..
I SEE, the world for youth prepares,
Harlot like, her gaudy snares!
2 Rash and unsuspecting youth
Thinks to find thee always smooth,
By experience dearly bought. 8 So the calm, but faithless sea
(Lively emblem, world, of thee) Tempts the shepherd from the shore,
Foreign regions to explore.
While the sky remains serene,
Of a storm he little dreams.
Then he trembles at the waves;
But too late-he sinks and dies.
Soon on rocks of ruin hurld,
And restor'd my soul to land. 8 Now, with gratitude I raise
Ebenezers to his praise; '
1 BLINDED in youth by Satan's arts,
A flatt'ring prospect shows;
And undisturb'd repose.
(As ancient fables say), Castles, and groves, and music sweet, The senses of the trav’ller meet,
And stop hin in his way. 3 But while he listens with surprise, The charm dissolves, the vision dies,
'Twas but enchanted ground: Thus if the Lord our spirit touch, The world, which promis'd us so much,
A wilderness is found.
In such a wretched place;
And bids us seek his face.
By this beloved Friend;
And glory at the end.
ON THE RISE, PROGRESS, CHANGES, AND COMFORTS
OF THE SPIRITUAL LIFE;
(Under the following heads) :
1. SOLEMN ADDRESSES TO SINNERS. ' VII. PRAISE. II. SEEKING, PLEADING, HOPING. VIII. SHORT HYMNS. III. CONFLICT.
BEFORE SERMON. IV, COMFORT.
AFTER SERMON. V. DEDICATION AND SURRENDER.
GLORIA PATRI. VI. CAUTIONS.
I. SOLEMN ADDRESSES TO SINNERS.
HYMN I. Expostulation.
No fancy can paint,
And gnashing of teeth! ***
This dreadful abode;
Though God give them warning,
And rush upon woe. 3 How sad to behold
The rich and the poor,
While yet there is hope ! 4 How weak is your hand,
To fight with the Lord!
5 How oft have you dar'd
The Lord to his face!
Consign you to death. 6 It is not too late
To Jesus to flee,