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And all our rapturous happiness
In hasty sorrow ends.

3 In vain doth earthly bliss afford
A momentary shade;
It rises like the prophet's gourd,
And withers o'er my head.
4. But of my Saviour's love possess'd,
No more for earth I pine;

Secure of everlasting rest
Beneath the heavenly Vine.


For a day of National Humiliation—Micah vi. 1, 24

1 HEARKEN, ye hills; ye mountains hear;
Jehovah vindicates his laws;
Trembling in silence at his bar,
Thou earth, attend thy Maker's cause.

2 Israel, stand forth—present thy plea ;
And charge the Almighty to his face;
Say, if his rules oppressive be;
Say, if defective be his grace.

3 Eternal Judge, the action cease;
Our lips are seal’d in conscious shame:
*Tis ours in sackcloth to confess,
And thine, the sentence to proclaim.

4 Ten thousand witnesses arise,
Thy mercies, and our crimes appear,
More than the stars that deck the skies,
And all our dreadful guilt declare.

5 How shall we come before thy face,
And in thine awful presence bow?
What offerings can secure thy grace,
Or calm the terrors of thy brow?

6 Thousands of rams in vain might bleed;
Rivers of oil might blaze in vain;
Or the first-born's devoted head,
With horrid gore thine altar stain.

7 But thy own Lamb, all-gracious God,
Whom impious sinners dared to slay,
Hath sovereign virtue in his blood,
To purge the nation's guilt away.

8 With humble faith to that we fly, With that be Britain sprinkled o'er; Trembling no more in dust we lie, And dread thy hand and bar no more.


Unbelief repelled.—Hab. iii. 17, 18.
Away, my unbelieving fear !
Fear shall in me no more take place
My Saviour doth not yet appear,
He hides the brightness of his face:
But shall I therefore let Him go,
And basely to the tempter yield 2
No—in the strength of Jesus, no—
I never will give up my shield.

Although the vine its fruit deny,
Although the olive yield no oil,
The withering fig-tree droop and die,
The field elude the tiller's toil;
The empty stall no herd afford,
And perish all the bleating race,—
Yet will I triumph in the Lord,
The God of my salvation praise.

3 Barren although my soul remain,
And not one bud of grace appear,
No fruit of all my toil and pain,
But sin, and only sin is here;
Although my gifts and comforts lost,
My blooming hopes cut off I see,
Yet will I in my Saviour trust,
Whose matchless grace can reach to me.

4. In hope believing against hope,
His promised mercy will I claim;
His gracious word shall bear me up
To seek salvation in his name.

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Soon, my dear Saviour, bring it nigh:
My soul shall then outstrip the wind;
On wings of love mount up on high,
And leave the world and sin behind.

70. The Suffering People of God.—Zeph. iii. 12. I “Poor and afflicted,” Lord, are thine, Among the great unfit to shine; But though the world may think it strange, They would not with the world exchange.

2 “Poor and afflicted,”’tis their lot,
They know it, and they murmur not;
'Twould ill become them to refuse
The state their Master deign'd to choose.

3 “Poor and afflicted,” yet they sing,
For Jesus is their glorious King;
Through sufferings perfect now He reigns,
And shares in all their griefs and pains.

4 “Poor and afflicted,” but ere long
They join the bright celestial throng;
Their sufferings then will reach a close,
And heaven afford them sweet repose.


And while they walk the thorny way,
They oft are heard to sigh, and say—
Dear Saviour, come, O quickly come!
And take thy mourning pilgrims home.

Living waters.-Zech. xiv. 8, 9.
Now living waters flow
To cheer the humble soul;
From sea to sea the rivers go,
And spread from pole to pole.

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2 Now righteousness shall spring,
And grow on earth again:
Jesus Jehovah be our King,
And o'er the nations reign.

3 Jesus shall rule alone,
The world shall hear his word;
By one bless'd name shall He be known,
The Universal Lord.


Rachel weeping for her children.—Matt. ii. 18.
1 WEEP, weep not o'er thy children's tomb,
O Rachel ! weep not so :
The bud is cropt by martyrdom,
The flower in heaven shall blow.

2 Firstlings of faith ! the murderer's knife
Hath miss'd its deadly aim;
The God, for whom they gave their life,
For them to suffer came.

3 Though evil were their days and few,
Baptized in blood and pain,
He knows them whom they never knew,
And they shall live again.

4 Then weep not o'er thy children's tomb,
O Rachel ! weep not so:
The bud is cropt by martyrdom,
The flower in heaven shall blow.

73. The unfruitful trees cut down.—Matt. iii. 10. 1 THE Lord into his vineyard comes Our various fruit to see; His eye, more piercing than the light, Examines every tree.

2 Tremble, ye sinners, at his frown,
If barren still ye stand;
And fear that keenly-wounding axe,
Which arms his awful hand.

3 Close to the root behold it laid,
To make destruction sure:
Who can resist the mighty stroke 2
Or who the fire endure?

4. Succeeding years thy patience waits;
Nor let it wait in vain;
But form in us abundant fruit,
And still this fruit maintain.


Christ calling.—Matt. iv. 19.
1 How long the time since Christ began,
To call in vain on me !
Deaf to his warning voice, Iran
Through paths of vanity.

2 He call'd me, when my thoughtless prime
Was early ripe to ill;
I pass'd from folly on to crime,
And yet He call'd me still.

3 He call'd me, in the time of dread,
When death was full in view;
I trembled on my feverish bed,
And rose to sin anew.

4. Yet could I hear Him once again,
As I have heard of old,
Methinks He should not call in vain
His wanderer to the fold.

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6 My struggling will by grace control,
Renew my broken vow:
—What blessed light breaks on my soul!
My God! I hear Thee now.

75. God seeth in secret.—Matt. vi. 6. 1 OUR heavenly Father's piercing eye, Sees through the darkest night; . In deep retirement He is nigh, With heart-discerning sight.

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