CCXVIII. Chastity.

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HE Lord, how great his majesty!
How pure are all his ways!

Sinners unclean offend his eye,

Nor ftand before his face.

2 Thou haft ordain'd immortal woes,
And everlasting fire,

To be the just reward of those
Who follow loofe defire.

3 I hear, I read the dreadful doom
Of Sodom in thy word.
And dares a feeble worm prefume ..
Thus to provoke the Lord?

4 Dear Saviour, guard me by thy grace,
From thoughts and words unclean :
Nor let temptation gain fuccefs,
Or draw my foul to fin..

CCXIX. A lovely Carriage.

'Tis a lovely thing to fee

A man of prudent heart ;

Whofe thoughts, and lips, and life agree

To act a useful part.

2 When envy, ftrife, and wars begin,

In little angry

fouls;

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Mark how the fons of peace come in,
And quench the kindling coals.

3 Their minds are humble, mild and meek,
Nor let their fury rise :

Nor paffion moves their lips to speak,
Nor pride exalts their eyes,

4 Their frame is prudence, mix'd with love;
Good works fulfil their day;

'They join the ferpent with the dove, But caft the fting away.

5 Such was the Saviour of mankind;
Such pleasures he purfu'd :
His flesh and blood were all refin'd;
His foul divinely good.

6 Lord, can thefe plants of virtue grow,
In fuch a foul as mine?

Thy grace can form my spirit fo,
And make my heart like thine.

CCXX. Things of good Report.

S it a thing of good report,

To fquander life and time away?

To cut the hours of duty fhort,
While toys and follies wafte the day?

2 To afk and prattle all affairs;

And mind all bufinefs but our own?

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To live at random, void of cares,
While all things to confufion run?

Doth this become the chriftian name To venture near the tempter's door? To fort with men of evil fame,

And yet prefume to ftand fecure?

4 Am I my own fufficient guard, While I expofe my foul to fhame ? Can the fhort joys of fin reward,

The lasting blemish of my name...

5 O may it be my lafting choice.
To walk with men of grace below!
'Till I arrive where heav'nly joys,
And never-fading honours grow!

CCXXI. Courage and Honour.

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OI believe what Jefus faith, And think his gospel true? Lord, make me bold to own my faith, And practise virtue too.

2 Supprefs my shame, fubdue my fear;
Arm me with heav'nly zeal!

That I may make thy pow'r appear,
And works of praise fulfil.

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If men shall see my virtue shine,
And spread my name abroad,

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Thine

Thine is the pow'r the praife is thine,
My Saviour, and my God.

Thus when the faints in glory meet, Their lips proclaim thy grace; They caft their honours at thy feet, And own their borrow'd rays.

2 Muft I be carry'd to the skies,
On flow'ry beds of eafe,

While others fought to win the prize,
And fail'd thro' bloody feas?

3 Are there not foes for me to face?
Muft I not ftem the flood?

Is this vile world a friend to grace,
To help me on to God.

4 Sure I must fight if I would reign:
Increase my courage Lord!

I'll bear the toil, endure the pain,
Supported by thy word.

5 Thy faints, in all this glorious war, Shall conquer tho' they die :

They

They fee the triumph from afar,
And feize it with their eye.

6 When that illuftrious day fhall rife,
And all thy armies shine

In robes of vict'ry thro the skies,
The glory fhall be thine.

CCXXIII.

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Another.

HEN tumults of unruly fear,

Rife in my heart and riot there,

What fhall I do to calm my breast,

And get the vexing foe fuppreft.

2 What pow'r can these wild thoughts controul? This ruffling tempest of my foul?

Where fhall I fly in this diftrefs,

But to the throne of glorious grace?

3 My faith would feize fome promife, Lord;
There's pow'r and fafety in thy word:
Not all that earth, or hell can say,
Shall tempt, or drive my foul away.

4 I call the days of old to mind,

When I have found my God was kind:
My heav'nly friend is ftill the fame :
Salvation to his holy name.

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