Let no other trust intrude : None but Jesus Can do helpless sinners good. 7 Saints and angels, join'd in concert, Sinners here may sing the same. 415. Christ a Friend, though injured. 1 FLow fast, my tears! the cause is great; 2 Fast flow my tears; yet faster flow, 3 Fast, and yet faster flow my tears, 416. The Lesson of Death. 1 OUR hearts are fasten'd to this world 2 When God would kindly set us free, 3 Since vain all here, all future vast, Heaven wounds to heal; its frowns are friends; 4 To final good the worst events, 5 O! for that summit of my wish, 417. The Gain of Death. 1 SOVEREIGN of life, before thine eye, One glance from Thee, at once brings down 2 Banish'd at once from human sight, We hide our solitary head. 3 The friendly band no more shall greet, No more the well-known features trace, 4 Yet if our Father's faithful hand Conduct us through this gloomy land, Our souls with pleasure shall obey, And follow where He leads the way. 5 He, nobler friends than here we leave, In brighter, surer worlds can give; Or, by the beamings of his eye, A lost creation well supply. 418. The emblems of Death. 1 SEE the leaves around us falling, 2" Sons of Adam, (once in Eden, 3" Youth, on length of days presuming, 4" What though yet no losses grieve you, Gay with health and many a grace, Let not cloudless skies deceive you; Summer gives to autumn place. 66 5 Yearly in our course returning, Thus we preach this truth concerning, 6 On the tree of life eternal, O let all our hopes be laid! This alone, for ever vernal, Bears a leaf that shall not fade. 1 2 419. Weak believers comforted. YOUR harps, ye trembling saints, Though in a foreign land, We every moment come. 3 His grace will, to the end, 4 Stronger and brighter shine; Nor present things, nor things to come, When we in darkness walk, Then is the time to trust our God, And rest upon his name. 5 Soon shall our doubts and fears Subside, at his control; 6 His loving-kindness shall break through Bless'd is the man, O God, That stays himself on Thee! 420. Beholding transgressors with grief. 1 ARISE, my tenderest thoughts arise; To torrents melt my streaming eyes, And thou, my heart, with anguish feel Those evils, which thou canst not heal. 2 See human nature sunk in shame; See scandals pour'd on Jesus' name; The Father wounded through the Son; The world abused; the soul undone. 3 See the short course of vain delight In flames, that no abatement know, 4 My God, I feel the mournful scene; And snatch the fire-brands from the flame. 5 But feeble my compassion proves, 421. The example of Christ. I AND is the gospel peace and love? The serpent blended with the dove, 2 Whene'er the angry passions rise, Bright pattern of the Christian life! 3 O how benevolent and kind! How mild! how ready to forgive! 4 To do his heavenly Father's will, Shone through his life divinely bright. 5 Dispensing good where'er He came, |