2 But God has breathed upon a worm, Wings such as clothe an angel's form, 3 With these to Pisgah's top I fly, 4 The Lord of all the vast domain The length and breadth of all the plain, 5 How glorious is my privilege! 6 Though much exalted in the Lord, Then let me tremble at his word, LII. FOR THE POOR. 1 WHEN Hagar found the bottle spent, A message from the Lord was sent 1 Genesis xxi. 19. 2 Should not Elijah's cake and cruse1 A gracious God will not refuse. 3 His saints and servants shall be fed, The promise is secure : "Bread shall be given them," He has said, "Their water shall be sure."2 4 Repasts far richer they shall prove, 5 To Jesus then your trouble bring, While you are poor and He is King, LIII. MY SOUL THIRSTETH FOR GOD. 1 I THIRST, but not as once I did The vain delights of earth to share; Thy wounds, Emmanuel, all forbid 2 It was the sight of thy dear cross First wean'd my soul from earthly things; And taught me to esteem as dross The mirth of fools and pomp of kings. 11 Kings xvii. 14.—2 Isaiah xxxiii. 16. 3 I want that grace that springs from thee, 4 Dear fountain of delight unknown! 5 For sure, of all the plants that share LIV. LOVE CONSTRAINING TO OBEDIENCE. 1 No strength of Nature can suffice And what she has she misapplies, 2 How long beneath the law I lay 3 Then, to abstain from outward sin Now, if I feel its power within, 4 Then, all my servile works were done 5 "What shall I do," was then the word, "That I may worthier grow?" Is my inquiry now. 6 To see the law by Christ fulfill'd, LV. THE HEART HEALED AND CHANGED BY MERCY. 1 SIN enslaved me many years, 66 Came swarming o'er my mind. Where," I said, in deep distress, And make the Lord my friend?" 2 Friends and ministers said much But my blindness still was such 1 Romans iii. 31. Much I fasted, watch'd, and strove, 3 Thus afraid to trust his grace, By a simple word he spoke, LVI. HATRED OF SIN. 1 HOLY Lord God! I love thy truth, 2 But, though the poison lurks within, Hope bids me still with patience wait; Till Death shall set me free from sin, Free from the only thing I hate. 3 Had I a throne above the rest, Where angels and archangels dwell, One sin, unslain, within my breast, Would make that heaven as dark as hell. |