my

Through faith I see thee face to face ;

I see thee face to face and live!
In vain I have not wept and strove;
Thy nature and thy name is Love.
4 I know thee, Saviour, who thou art,

Jesus, the feeble sinner's Friend :
Nor wilt thou with the night depart,
But

stay and love me to the end : Thy mercies never shall remove; Thy nature and thy name is Love. 5 The Sun of righteousness on me

Hath rose, with healing in his wings; Wither'd nature's strength; from thee

My soul its life and succour brings;
My help is all laid up above;
Thy nature and thy name is Love.
6 Contented now upon my thigh

I halt, till life's short journey end;
All helplessness, all weakness, I

On thee alone for strength depend ;
Nor have I power from thee to move;
Thy nature and thy name is Love.
7 Lame as I am, I take the prey ;

Hell, earth, and sin, with ease o'ercome ; I leap for joy, pursue my way,

And, as a bounding hart, fly home; Through all eternity to prove

Thy nature and thy name is Love. 78 Broadmead—p. 150.] Ist P. M. 6 lines 8s.

THOU, whom fain my soul would love, This veil of unbelief remove,

And show me all thy goodness, show ;
Jesus, thyself in me reveal,
Tell me thy name, thy nature tell.

2 Hast thou been with me, Lord, so long,

Yet thee, my Lord, have I not known? I claim thee with a falt'ring tongue ; I pray

thee in a feeble groan, Tell me, O tell me, who thou art ! And speak thy name into my heart. 3 If now thou talkest by the way

With such an abject worm as me,
The mystery of grace display ;

Open mine eyes that I may see :
That I may understand thy word,
And now cry out," It is the Lord !"

DESCRIBING FORMAL RELIGION.

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C. M.

With unavailing pain :
Fasted, and pray'd, and read thy word,

And heard it preach'd in vain.
2 Oft did I with th' assembly join,

And near thy altar drew ;
A form of godliness was mine,

The power I never knew.
3 I rested in the outward law,

Nor knew its deep design:
The length and breadth I never saw,

And height of love divine.
4 To please thee thus at length I see,

Vainly I hoped and strove ;
For what are outward things to thee,

Unless they spring from love ?

5 I see the perfect law requires

Truth in the inward parts ;
Our full consent, our whole desires,

Our undivided hearts.
6 But I of means have made my boast,

Of means an idol made :
The spirit in the letter lost,

The substance in the shade.
en Where am I now, or what my hope ?

What can my weakness do?
Jesus, to thee my soul looks up :

'Tis thou must make it new.

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FIRST PART. MY gracious, loving Lord,

To thee what shall I say? Well

may I tremble at thy word, And scarce presume to pray ! Ten thousand wants have I ;

Alas! I all things want !
But thou hast bid me always cry,

And never, never faint.
2 Yet, Lord, well might I fear,

Fear e'en to ask thy grace ; So oft have I, alas! drawn near,

And mock'd thee to thy face : With all pollutions stain'd,

Thy hallow'd courts I trod; Thy name and temple I profaned,

And dared to call thee God. 3 Nigh with my lips I drew;

My lips were all unclean :
Thee with my heart I never know;
My heart was full of sin :

a

Far from the living Lord,

As far as hell from heaven; Thy purity I still abhorr'd,

Nor look'd to be forgiven. 4 My nature I obey'd;

My own desires pursued :
And still a den of thieves I made

The hallow'd house of God.
The worship he approves

To him I would not pay ;
My selfish ends, and creature loves,
Had stole

my
heart

away: 5 My sin and nakedness

I studied to disguise ;
Spoke to my soul a flattering peace,

And put out my own eyes :
In fig leaves I appear'd;

Nor with my form would part ; But still retain'd a conscience seard,

A hard, deceitful heart.

SECOND PART.

A GODLY, formal saint,

I long appear'd in sight ;
By self and Satan taught to paint

My tomb, my nature, white.
The Pharisee within

Still undisturb'd remain'd; The strong man arm’d with guilt of sin,

Safe in his palace reign'd. 2 But, O! the jealous God

In my behalf came down;
Jesus himself the stronger show'd,

And claim'd me for his own.
My spirit he alarm'd,

And brought into distress ;

He shook and bound the strong man arm’d

In his self-righteousness. 3 Faded my virtuous show,

My form without the power ;
The sin-convincing Spirit blew,

And blasted every flower:
My mouth was stopp’d, and shame

Cover'd my guilty face ;
I fell on the atoning Lamb,

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STIHL, for thy loving kindness, Lord,

in thy : I look to find thee in thy word,

Or at thy table meet. 2 Here, in thine own appointed ways,

I wait to learn thy will : Silent I stand before thy face, And hear thee say,

"Be still! 3 "Be still! and know that I am God!"

'Tis all I live to know ; To feel the virtue of thy blood,

And spread its praise below! 4 I wait my vigour to renew,

Thine image to retrieve! The veil of outward things pass through,

And gasp in thee to live.
5 I work ; and own the labour vain ;

And thus from works I cease :
I strive ; and see my fruitless pain,

Till God create my peace.
6 Fruitless, till thou thyself impart,

Must all my efforts prove ;