LXII. DEPENDENCE.

1 To keep the lamp alive, With oil we fill the bowl

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"Tis water makes the willow thrive, And grace that feeds the soul.

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His strength in God alone;

And even an angel would be weak,

Who trusted in his own.

Retreat beneath his wings,

And in his grace confide!

This more exalts the King of kings 2

Than all your works beside.

Grace issues from his throne;

Whoever says, "I want no more,'
Confesses he has none.

1 Matthew xxvi. 33. · .2 John vi. 29.

LXIII. NOT OF WORKS.

1 GRACE, triumphant in the throne,
Scorns a rival, reigns alone;
Come and bow beneath her sway,
Cast your idol works away!

Works of man, when made his plea,
Never shall accepted be;

Fruits of pride (vain-glorious worm!)
Are the best he can perform.

2 Self, the god his soul adores,
Influences all his powers;
Jesus is a slighted name,
Self-advancement all his aim:
But when God the Judge shall come,
To pronounce the final doom,

Then for rocks and hills to hide.
All his works and ail his pride!

3 Still the boasting heart replies,

What the worthy and the wise,
Friends to temperance and peace,
Have not these a righteousness?
Banish every vain pretence,
Built on human excellence ;
Perish every thing in man,

But the grace that never can!

LXIV. PRAISE FOR FAITH.

1 Or all the gifts thine hand bestows, Thou Giver of all good!

Not heaven itself a richer knows
Than my Redeemer's blood.

2 Faith too, the blood-receiving grace,
From the same hand we gain;
Else, sweetly as it suits our case,
That gift had been in vain.

3 Till Thou thy teaching power apply,
Our hearts refuse to see,
And weak, as a distemper'd eye,
Shut out the view of Thee.

4 Blind to the merits of thy Son,
What misery we endure!

Yet fly that hand from which alone
We could expect a cure.

5 We praise Thee, and would praise Thee more, To Thee our all we owe;

The precious Saviour, and the power
That makes him precious too.

LXV. GRACE AND PROVIDENCE.

1 ALMIGHTY King! whose wondrous hand
Supports the weight of sea and land ;
Whose grace is such a boundless store,
No heart shall break that sighs for more.

2 Thy providence supplies my food,
And 'tis thy blessing makes it good;
My soul is nourish'd by thy Word-
Let soul and body praise the Lord!

3 My streams of outward comfort came
From Him who built this earthly frame;
Whate'er I want his bounty gives,
By whom my soul for ever lives.

4 Either his hand preserves from pain,
Or, if I feel it, heals again;

From Satan's malice shields my breast,
Or overrules it for the best.

5 Forgive the song that falls so low
Beneath the gratitude I owe!

It means thy praise, however poor;
An angel's song can do no more.

LXVI. I WILL PRAISE THE LORD AT ALL TIMES.

1 WINTER has a joy for me,

While the Saviour's charms I read,

Lowly, meek, from blemish free,
In the snowdrop's pensive head.

2 Spring returns, and brings along
Life-invigorating suns:

Hark! the turtle's plaintive song
Seems to speak his dying groans

3 Summer has a thousand charms,
All expressive of his worth;
"Tis His sun that lights and warms,
Iis the air that cools the earth.

4 What has Autumn left to say
Nothing of a Saviour's grace?
Yes, the beams of milder day
Tell me of his smiling face.

5 Light appears with early dawn,

While the sun makes haste to rise;
See his bleeding beauties drawn
On the blushes of the skies.

6 Evening with a silent pace,
Slowly moving in the west,
Shows an emblem of his grace,
Points to an eternal rest.

LXVII. LONGING TO BE WITH CHRIST.

1 To Jesus, the Crown of my hope, My soul is in haste to be gone: O bear me, ye cherubim, up,

And waft me away to his throne !

2 My Saviour, whom absent I love,

Whom, not having seen, I adore;
Whose name is exalted above

All glory, dominion, and power;

3 Dissolve thou these bonds, that detain
My soul from her portion in thee;
Ah, strike off this adamant chain,
And make me eternally free!