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There's nothing here deserves my joys,
There's nothing like my God. 3 [In vain the bright, the burning sun
Scatters his feeble light: 'Tis thy sweet beams create my noon;
If thou withdraw, ?tis night.
Amongst the shades I roll;
'Tis morning to my soul.] 5 To thee we owe our wealth, and friends,
And health, and safe abode ;
But they are not my God.
If once compar'd to thee?
Or all my friends to me?
And call'd the stars my own; Without thy graces and Thyself,
I were a wretch undone. 8 Let others stretch their arms like seas,
And grasp in all the shore;
And I desire no more.
. Looking on Him whom we pierced.
1 Behold my bleeding Lord !--Hell and the Jews conspir'd his death,
And us’d the Roman sword.
My dear Redeemer bore-
His sacred body tore.
In vain do I accuse;
And the more spiteful Jews.
His chief tormentors were ;
when dear Rere Pangan sword. is death.
Each of my crimes became a nail,
And unbelief a spear. 5 'Twere you that pull'd the vengeance down
Upon his guiltless head: o Break, break, my heart, oh, burst, mine eyes, e And let my sorrows bleed. 0 6 Strike, mighty grace, my flinty soul,
Till melting waters flow!
In undissembled wo.
Angels punished, and Man saved.. 1 OWN headlong from their native skies,
The rebel angels fell; o And thunder-bolts of flaming wrath
Pursu'd them deep to hell. 2 Down from the top of earthly bliss,
Rebellious man was hurl'd; e And Jesus stoop'd beneath the grave,
To reach a sinking world. o 3 Oh, love of infinite degree!
Unmeasurable grace! . e Must heaven's eternal Darling die,
To save a trait'rous race? p 4 Must angels sink for ever down,
And burn in quenchless fire-While God forsakes his shining throne,
To raise us wretches higher ?
With hallelujahs ring;
All hallelujahs sing.
The Same. e 1 TTROM heaven the sinning angels fell, a I And wrath and darkness chain'd them c But man, vile man, forsook his bliss-[down; 0 And mercy lifts him to a crown. g 2 Amazing work of sovereign grace,
That could distinguish rebels so! e Our guilty treason call'd aloud For everlasting fetters too.
03 To thee, to thee, almighty Love,
Our souls, ourselves, our all we pay; » Millions of tongues shall sound thy praise,
On the bright hills of heavenly day.
Hardness of Heart complained of.
M How heavy here it lies !
Just like a rock of ice!
Upon this flinty throne;
Beneath this heart of stone.
Or taste the joys above!
And chills my flaming love.
With all its heavenly charms;
Would thrust it from my arms.
Rebellious I have stood;
And terrours, of a God.
In thine own crimson sea!
The Book of God's Decrees. p 1(T ET the whole race of creatures lie,
I Abas’d, before their God: -Whate'er his sovereign voice has form'd
He governs with a nod.
Were into motion brought,-
Stood present to his thought.
But's found in his decrees ;
o He raises monarchs to their thrones,
'Tis he provides those rays :
If darkness clouds my days.
Nor vainly long to see
What months are writ for me.
Oh, may I read my name
The foll’wers of the Lamb.]
Presence of Christ the Life of my Soul. 1[TTOW full of anguish is the thought,
11 How it distracts and tears my heart, If God at last, my sovereign Judge, Should frown, and bid my soul-depart! 2 Lord, when I quit this earthly stage, Where shall I fly-but to thy breast? For I have sought no other home: For I have learn'd no other rest. 3 I cannot live contented here, Without some glimpses of thy face; And heaven, without thy presence there, Will be a dark and tiresome place. 4 When earthly cares engross the day, And hold my thoughts aside from thee, The shining hours of cheerful light Are long and tedious years to me. 5 And if no evening visit's paid Between my Saviour and my soul, How dull the night! how sad the shade! How mournfully the minutes roll! 6 This flesh of mine might learn as soon To live, yet part with all my blood; To breathe, when vital air is gone, Or thrive and grow without my food. ng (Christ is my light, my life, my care, My blessed hope, my heavenly prize; Dearer than all my passions are, My limbs, my bowels, or my eyes.
Wbel have Learn d ntented heny face here,
8 The strings that twine about my heart,
The World's three chief Temptations. 1[W H EN, in the light of faith divine,
V We look on things below,-Honour, ani gold, and sensual joy,
How vain and dangerous too! 2 (Honour's a puff of noisy breath ;
Yet men expose their blood, And venture everlasting death,
To gain that airy good. 3 While others starve the nobler mind,
And feed on shining dust; .. They rob the serpent of his food,
T' indulge a sordid.lust.) 4 The pleasures that allure our sense
Are dang’rous snares to souls; There's but a drop of flattring sweet,
And dash'd with bitter bowls.
My portion and my choice;
And all my powers rejoice.
And tempts my heart anew;
A Happy Resurrection.
I But with a cheerful gasp resign,