In vain we ask; for all around
Stand silent thro' the heav'nly ground;
There's not a glorious mind above
Has half the strength, or half the love.
But O! unmeasurable grace!
Th' eternal Son takes Adam's place;
Down to our world the Saviour flies,
Stretches his arms, and bleeds and dies.
Amazing work! look down, ye skies,
Wonder and gaze with all your eyes ;
Ye saints below and saints above,
All bow to this mysterious love.

DELUDED souls! who think to find

A solid bliss below:
Bliss, the fair flow'r of Paradise,

On earth can never grow.
See how the foolish wretch is pleas'd

T' increase his worldly store;
Too scanty now he finds his barns,

And covets room for more. . What shall I do?' distress'd he cries, • This scheme will I

pursue: • My scanty barns shall now come down,

• I'll build them large and new. • Here will I lay my fruits, and bid

My soul to take its ease: • Eat, drink, be glad, my lasting store

• Shall give what joys I please.'

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And mould our
Break, erreigs gra

And give us hearts
Le past ingratitude
Poroke our weeping ei
And, bourly as new mercies
Let hourly thanks arise.

225. The Vanity of 1 Is rain the giddy world enqui

Forgetful of their God,
'Who will supply our rast desi

Or sbey us any good?'
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' the wide circuit of the earth
Their eager wishes rovę,
The phantoms of their love.

La chace of honour, wealth, and mirth
Lost of these shad'wy joys elude
Dif they seize the fancied good,
There's poison in the fruit.

nd, from this world call off my lord
Wwe aspire to joys above,
let the glories of thy face

Upon my bosom shine: word

of thy forgiving grace

Ws joys will be din

Turn, turn us, mighty God,

And mould our souls afresh:
Break, sov'reign grace, these hearts of stone,

And give us hearts of flesh.
Let past ingratitude

Provoke our weeping eyes;
And, hourly as new mercies fall,

Let hourly thanks arise.

hen sol from tear e reply 6 provide, thot fool! elf shall die.' 1, all earthly jogs oty dream : ay bliss alone, pod Supreme!

Ingratitude. od return? - thanks we owe? et the source of love, I our blessings flow a stubborn frame reduc'd our mind!

226. The Vanity of the World. IN vain the giddy world enquires,

Forgetful of their God,
• Who will supply our vast desires,

• Or shew us any good ? '
Thro' the wide circuit of the earth
Their eager

wishes rove,
In chace of hondur, wealth, and mirth,

The phantoms of their love.
But oft these shad'wy joys elude

Their most intense pursuit:
Or if they seize the fancied good,

There's poison in the fruit.
Lord, from this world call off my love,

Set my affections right:
Bid me aspire to joys above,

And walk no more by sight.
Olet the glories of thy face

Upon my bosom shine:
Assur'd of thy forgiving grace,
My joys will be divine.

O

ange ungrateful wretches we;
bod as strangely kind !
he bids the sun

reviving rays:
skies their circles run,
then out our days.

nature stands,
their courses move:
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esteem the crown

227. The Deceit of the World. WORLD, adieu ! thou real cheat,

Oft have thy deceitful charms
Fill'd my heart with fond conceit,

Foolish hopes, and false alarms:
Now I see as clear as day
How thy follies pass away.
Vain thy entertaining sights,

False thy promises renew'd,
All the pomp of thy delights

Does but flatter and delude; Thee I quit for heav'n above, Object of the noblest love. Farewel honour's empty pride,

Thy own nice, uncertain gust,
If the least mischance betide,

Lays thee lower than the dust:
Worldly honours end in gall,
Rise to-day, to-morrow fall.
Foolish vanity, farewel;

More inconstant than the wave,
Where thy soothing fancies dwell,

Purest tempers they deprave;
He, to whom I fly from thee,
Jesus Christ shall set me free.
Let not, Lord, my wand'ring mind

Follow after fleeting toys,
Since in thee alone I find

Solid and substantial joys :.

Joys that never over-past, Thro' eternity shall last. Lord, how happy is the heart

After thee while it aspires ! True and faithful as thou art,

Thou shalt answer its desires; It shall see the glorious scene of thine everlasting reign.

228. Transgressors. Arise, my tend'rest thoughts, arise, To torrents melt my streaming eyes; And thou, my heart, with anguish feel Those evils, which thou canst not heal. See human nature sunk in shame; See scandals pour'd on Jesu's name; The Father wounded thro' the Son; The world abus'd; the soul undone. See the short course of vain delight Closing in everlasting night, In flames, that no abatement know, Tho' briny tears for ever flow. My God, I feel the mournful scene: My bowels

o'er dying men; And fain my pity would reclaim, And snatch the fire-brands from the flame. But feeble my compassion proves, And can but weep where most it loves : Thy own all-saving arm employ, And turn these drops of grief to joy.