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And build on sin's demolish'd throne
The temples of thy praise!

CCCLIX. L. M. RIP. SEL.
Longing for the latter day Glory.
How many years has man been driven
Far off from happiness and heaven?
When wilt thou, gracious Lord, restore
Thy wandering church to roam no more?
2 Six thousand years are nearly past
Since Adam from thy sight was cast;
And ever since, his fallen race,
From age to age are void of grace.
3 When will the happy trump proclaim
The judgment of the martyr'd Lamb ?
When shall the captive troops be free,
And keep th' eternal jubilee!

4 Hasten it, Lord, in every land,

Send thou thine angels and command ; "Go sound deliverance; loudly blow "Salvation to the saints below!" 5 We want to have the day appear! The promis'd great sabbatic year, When, far from grief, and sin, and hell, Israel in ceaseless peace shall dwell. 6 "Till then, we will not let thee rest; Thou still shall hear our strong request ; And this our daily prayer shall be, Lord, sound the trump of jubilee.

CCCLX. 112th. RIP. SEL.

Gentiles praying for Jews. Rom. xi. 1, 2, 25, 26. ATHER of faithful Abraʼm, hear

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Our earnest suit for Abra'm's seed;

Justly they claim the softest prayer
From us, adopted in their stead :
Who mercy through their fall obtain,
And Christ by their rejection gain.
2 Outcasts from thee, and scatter'd wide
Through every natiou under heaven,
Blaspheming whom they crucified,
Unsav'd, unpity'd, unforgiv'n:
Branded like Cain, they bear their load,
Abhor'd of men, and curs'd of God.
3 But hast thou finally forsook,

For ever cast thy own away?
Wilt thou not bid the murderers look

On him they pierc'd, and weep and pray? Yes, gracious Lord, thy word is past : "All Israel shall be sav'd at last."

4 Come then, thou great deliverer, come;
The veil from Jacob's heart remove,
Receive thy ancient people home,
That, quicken'd by thy dying love,
The world may their reception view,
And shout to God, the glory due.

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THE WORLD.

ITS VANITY, &c.

CCCLXI. C. M. S. STE NNETT,
Vanity of the World. Psalm iv. 6.
'N vain the giddy world inquires,
Forgetful of my God,

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"Who will supply our vast desires,
"Or show us any good?"

2 Through the wide circuit of the earth
Their eager wishes rove,

In chase of honour, wealth, and mirth,
The phantoms of their love.

3 But oft these shadowy joys elude
Their most intense pursuit:
Or if they seize the fancied good,
There's poison in the fruit.

4 Lord, from this world call off my love,
Set my affections right:
Bid me aspire to joys above,
And walk no more by sight.
5 O let the glories of thy face
Upon my bosom shine:

Assur'd of thy forgiving grace,
My joys will be divine.

CCCLXII,

C. M.

NEEDHAM.

The rich Fool surprised. Luke xii. 16—22.

DELUDED souls! who think to find

A solid bliss below:

Bliss! the fair flower of paradise,

On earth can never grow.

2 See how the foolish wretch is pleas'd,
T' increase his worldly store;
Too scanty now he finds his barns,
And covets room for more.

"What shall I do ?" distrest he cries,
"This scheme will I pursue:

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My scanty barns shall now come down, "I'll build them large and new.

"Here will I lay my fruits and hid "My soul to take its ease:

"Eat, drink, be glad, my lasting store Shall give what joys I please."

3 Scarce had he spoke, when lo! from heaven Th' Almighty made reply:

"For whom dost thou provide, thou fool?
"This night thyself shall die."

6 Teach me, my God, all earthly joys
Are but an empty dream :
And may I seek my bliss alone,

In thee the good supreme!

CCCLXIII. L. M. WATTS'S LYRIC POEMS.

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The Farewell.

EAD be my heart to all below,
To mortal joys and mortal cares;
To sensual bliss that charms us so,
Be dark, mine eyes, and deaf, my ears.
2 Lord, I renounce my carnal taste
Of the fair fruit that sinners prize :
Their paradise shall never waste
One thought of mine but to despise.
3 All earthly joys are over-weigh'd
With mountains of vexatious care;
And where's the sweet that is not laid
A bait to some destructive snare?

4 Begone, for ever, mortal things!
Thou mighty mole-hill, earth, farewell!
Angels aspire on lofty wings,

And leave the globe for ants to dwell.
5 Come, heaven and fill my vast desires,
My soul pursues the sovereign good :
She was all made of heavenly fires,
Nor can she live on meaner food.

CCCLXIV. C. M. NEW SEL.

Affections on things above.

1 ET worldly minds the world pursue,
It has no charms for me;

Once I admir'd its trifles too,
But grace has set me free.

2 Its pleasures now no longer please,
No more content afford;

Far from my heart be joys like these,
Now I have seen the Lord.

3 As by the light of op'ning day,
The stars are all conceal'd,
So earthly pleasures fade away
When Jesus is reveal'd.

4 Creatures no more divide my choice,
I bid them all depart;

His name, and love, and gracious voice,
Have fix'd my roving heart.

5 Now, Lord, I would be thine alone
And wholly live to thee;

But may I hope that thou wilt own
A worthless worm like me?

6 Yes-though of sinners I'm the worst,
I cannot doubt thy will,

For if thou hadst not lov'd me first,
I had despised thee still.

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CCCLXV.

L. M. NEW SEL.

Hopes of Heaven drown cares on Earth.

Heb. xiii. 14.

E'VE no abiding city here:"
This may distress the worldling's mind;

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