665. On the Death of two Friends. S. M. GRACE taught our friends to know "Twas grace redeem'd them from their woe, 2 Grace taught them to commune 3 4 With Christ the Lamb once slain; Grace taught their souls to sing, Salvation through his blood; Through grace they loved him as their King, Grace must and will relieve, 666. Last Judgment.-2 Thess. i. 7, 8 WITH great and awful power, 148th. And take his children home: 2 [He comes, the world to judge, His wrath none can escape, 2 What tho' your sins like mountains on you fall, And God's just law with terror fills your soul, Jehovah Jesus is the sinner's Friend, And he has answer'd all the law's demand. 3 'Tis true, in self you have no ground for joy, Nor can you hope the law to satisfy; But Jesus' blood has full atonement made, And guilty I, though vile as they could be, Have proved his mercy, sovereign, rich, and free. 670. "Without me ye can do nothing."-John xv. 5. UNITED to Jesus, the vine, 8s. We've life, strength, and righteousness too; But this he will teach us in time, Without him we nothing can do: Our hope of performing what's right, And strictly obeying our God, If not wholly built on his might, Will leave us exposed to his rod. 2 Unless he uphold by his grace, We sink under Satan and sin, And plunge into shame and disgrace, Nor can we deliverance obtain; We neither can hope nor believe, Nor pray in a time of distress, But as we from Jesus receive The fruits of his own righteousness. PART III. SUPPLEMENT. 2 3 671. Approaching a Holy God. How shall I come to thee, But with a loathing heart! 148th. Soon as my heart could beat, It drank in various woe; Pride, lust, and self-deceit, Through all its channels flow; A captive born, a child of earth, It knows and craves no higher birth From this polluted spring All filthy waters rise; My heart a most degenerate root, 4 5 And what can wash me clean This only purgeth sin, And bringeth nigh to God; Lord, wash my sores, and heal them too, Thy heavenly image draw My soul in mercy upward raise, And teach me how to love and praise. 672. Spiritual Longing. 148th. 2 3 JESUS, I long for thee, And sigh for Canaan's shore, Thy lovely face to see, And all my warfare o'er; Here billows break upon my breast, I mourn to see thy blood So foully trampled on; To swift destruction run; With heedless heart and simpering face, They dance the hell-ward road apace. I pant, I groan, I grieve For my untoward heart; Though full of grace thou art: PART III. SUPPLEMENT. 2 3 671. Approaching a Holy God. How shall I come to thee, But with a loathing heart! 148th. Soon as my heart could beat, It drank in various woe; Pride, lust, and self-deceit, Through all its channels flow; A captive born, a child of earth, It knows and craves no higher birth From this polluted spring All filthy waters rise; I date my maladies: My heart a most degenerate root, |