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THE CHRISTIAN, IX HIS CONVERSION, CONFLICT, GRACES,
999. The Christian Change. Lsr worldly minds the world parsue,
It has no charms for ne;
But grace has set me free
No more content artord;
Now have ken the Lord.
archly pleasurs tade away,
Que heu sil depart;
Home Qxd my rextug beart
and while live to thee;
en wer bike me and o ut on the sens, katan sy vil;
For if thou hadst not lov'd me first,
I had refus'd thee still.
230. The Christian seeking Gri APPROACH, my soul, the mere seat
Where Jesus answers prov
For none can perjet there.
Wth 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.'
To bear the cross and shame,
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.
be it for the sky.
My calling to fil;
To do my Master's wal!
As in thy sight to live;
A good account to give !
And on thyself rely;
Lest I for ever die
232. Assurance. A DEBTOR to mercy alone,
Of covenant mercy I sing;
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:. Neste Yes, I to the end shall endure,
As sure as the earnest is giv'n; ' More happy, but not more sécure,'
The glorify'd spirits in heav'n.
233. Confidence in God. , AWAY, my unbelieving fear,
Fear shall in mne 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 yields : 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,
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 behind.
AMAZING grace! (how sweet the sound!)
That savd 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;