The life of grace and glory too;
Ye have it in your hearts.

2 The heav'nly building is begun,
When we receive the Lord :
His hands fhall lay the crowning ftone,
And well perform his word.

3 Your fouls are form'd by wisdom's rules;
Your joys and graces shine :
You need no learning of the schools
To prove your faith divine.

4 Let heathens fcoff, and jews oppose,
Let fatan's bolts be hurl'd:

There's fomething wrought within you shews

That Jefus faves the world.

CCIII. Sins and Sorrows (pread before God. Job xxiii. 3, 4

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That I knew the fecret place,
Where I might find my God!

I'd spread my wants before his face,
And pour iny woes abroad.

2 I'd tell him how my fins arife

What forrows I sustain :

How joy decays, and comfort dies,

And leave my heart in pain.

3 I'd fay how flesh and fenfe rebel; "What inward foes combine

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"With the vain world, and pow'rs of hell,
"To vex this foul of mine."

4 He knows what arguments I'd take,
To wrestle with my God:
I'd plead for his own mercies' fake,
And for my Saviour's blood.

5 My God will pity my complaints,
And heal my broken bones :
He takes the meaning of his faints,
The language of their groans.

6 Arife, my foul, from deep diftress,
And banish ev'ry fear :

He calls thee to his throne of grace,
To spread thy forrows there.

CCIV.

A hopeful Youth falling fhort of Heaven. Mark x. 21.

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UST all the charms of nature then,
So hopeless to falvation prove?

Can hell demand, or heav'n condemn
The man whom Jefus deigns to love?

2 The man who fought the ways of truth,
Paid friends and neighbours all their due!
(A modeft, fober, lovely, youth,)

And thought he wanted nothing now.

3 But mark the change! Thus fpake the Lord, "Come, part with earth for heav'n to-day."

The youth aftonish'd at the word,
In filent fadnefs, went his way.

4 Poor virtues! that he boasted so; This teft unable to endure :

Let Chrift, and grace, and glory go,

To make his land and money fure.

5 Ah, foolish choice of treasure here!
Ah, fatal love af tempting gold!
Muft this base world be bought fo dear?
And life and heav'n fo cheaply fold?

6 In vain the charms of nature shine,
If this vile paffion governs me :
Transform my foul, O love divine
And make me part with all for thee!

CCV. The fame.

THUS far 'tis well; you read, you pray,

You hear God's holy word :

You hearken what your parents fay,

And learn to ferve the Lord.

2 Your friends are pleas'd to fee your ways,

Your practice they approve :

Jefus himself would give you praife,
And look with eyes of love.

3 But if you quit the paths of truth
To follow foolish fires

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And give a loose to giddy youth,
With all it's wild defires;

4 If you will let your Saviour go,
To hold your riches faft;
Or hunt for empty joys below,

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You'll lose your heav'n at last.

The rich young man whom Jefus lov'd,
Should teach you to forbear:

His love of earthly pleafures prov'd

A fatal golden fnare..

6 See, gracious God, dear Saviour fee,
How youths reject thy call!
Teach them to part with all for the,

And love thee more than all.

CCVI. The hidden Life of a Chriftian, Col. iii. 4.

Happy foul that lives on high,

While men lie grov'ling here!

His hopes are fix'd above the sky,
And faith forbids his fear.

2 His confcience knows no fecret ftings,
While grace and joy combine,
To form a life whofe holy fprings

Are hidden and divine.

3 He waits in fecret on his God; His God in fecret fees:

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Let earth be all in arms abroad,
He dwells in heav'nly peace.

4 His pleasures rife from things unfeen,
Beyond this world and time :

Where neither eyes nor ears have been,
Nor thoughts of mortals climb.

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He wants no pomp, or royal crown,
To raise his figure here :

Content and pleas'd to live unknown
'Till Chrift his life appear.

6 He looks to heav'n's eternal hill,
To meet that glorious day;
When Chrift his promife shall fulfil,
And call his foul away.

CCVII. Nearness to God the
Felicity of Creatures.

lxv. 4·

I RE thofe the happy perfons here,

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Pfalm.

Who dwell the nearest to their God?

Has God invited finners near,

And Jefus bought them with his blood.

2 Go then, my foul, addrefs the Son,
To lead thee near his Father's face :
Gaze on his glories, yet unknown,
And taste the bleffings of his grace.

3 Vain.