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THE CHRISTIAN, IX HIS CONTERSION, CONFLICT, GRACES,
909. The Christian Change. LsT worldly minds the world pursue,
it has no charms for me; Quce laurd its trides too,
But grace his set we free.
la mere coaceat jord:
w I have seen the Lord. as the light ut op 'uiag day
Tie van are sil cucal
We de Jesus is rrexito
I pic mciù di depart:
ta By Vrtug cart No. Lede I wat ve shie alege,
Nutite lis he worst.
For if thou hadst not lov'd me first,
I had refus'd thee still.
230. The Christian seeking GmAPPROACH, my soul, the mere
-seat Where Jesus answers
prov There humbly fall befow his feet, For none can perist
With this I venture nigh;
And such indeed am I.
By Satan sorely prest,
I come to thee for rest.
That, shelter'd near thy side,
And tell him • Thou hast dy'd.' O wond'rous love! to bleed and die,
To bear the cross and shame, That guilty sinners, such as I,
Might plead thy gracious name. • Poor tempest-tossed soul, be still,
• My promis'd grace receive;' 'Tis Jesus speaks-I must, I will, I can, I do, believe.
231. The Christian Charge. A CHARGE to keep I have,
God to glorify;
it for the sky.
it all my powrs engage,
As in thy sight to live;
A good account to give !
And on thyself rely;
Lest I for ever die.
A DEBTOR to mercy alone,
My person and off'rings to bring:
With me can have nothing to do; My Saviour's obedience and blood
Hide all my transgressions from view. The work which his goodness began,
The arm of his strength will complete;
His promise is Yea and Amen,
And never was forfeited yet : Things future, nor things that are now,
Not all things below nor above, Can make him his purpose forego,
Or sever my soul from his love. My name from the palms of his hands,
Eternity will not erase; Imprest on his heart it remains,
In marks of indelible grace: Yes, I to the end shall endure,
As sure as the earnest is giv'n; More happy, but not more secure,
The glorify'd spirits in heav'n.
233. Confidence in God. 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? No—in the strength of Jesus, no
I never will give up my shield.
Altho' the olive yield no oil,
The field elude the tiller's toil,
And perish all the bleating race,
Yet will I triumph in the Lord,
The God of my salvation praise. Barren altho' my soul remain,
And no one bud of grace appear, No fruit of all my toil and pain,
But sin, and only sin is here: Altho' my gifts and comforts lost,
My blooming hopes cut off I see, Yet will I in my Saviour trust,
And glory that he dy'd for me. In hope, believing against hope,
Jesus, my Lord and God, I claim,
Salvation is in Jesu's name:
My soul shall then outstrip the wind,
And leave the world and sin bebind.
234. Ebenezer. Amazing grace! (how sweet the sound!)
That say d a wretch like me!
Was blind, but now I see. 'Twas grace that taught my heart to fear,
And grace my fears reliev'd;
The hour I first believ'd.
I have already come;