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In vain we ask; for all around
DELUDED souls! who think to find
A solid bliss below:
On earth can never grow.
T' increase his worldly store;
And covets room for more. . What shall I do?' distress'd he cries, • This scheme will I
pursue: • My scanty barns shall now come down,
• I'll build them large and new. • Here will I lay my fruits, and bid
My soul to take its ease: • Eat, drink, be glad, my lasting store
• Shall give what joys I please.'
And give us hearts
225. The Vanity of 1 Is rain the giddy world enqui
Forgetful of their God,
Or sbey us any good?'
' the wide circuit of the earth
La chace of honour, wealth, and mirth
nd, from this world call off my lord
Upon my bosom shine: word
of thy forgiving grace
Ws joys will be din
Turn, turn us, mighty God,
And mould our souls afresh:
And give us hearts of flesh.
Provoke our weeping eyes;
Let hourly thanks arise.
hen sol from tear e reply 6 provide, thot fool! elf shall die.' 1, all earthly jogs oty dream : ay bliss alone, pod Supreme!
Ingratitude. od return? - thanks we owe? et the source of love, I our blessings flow a stubborn frame reduc'd our mind!
226. The Vanity of the World. IN vain the giddy world enquires,
Forgetful of their God,
• Or shew us any good ? '
The phantoms of their love.
Their most intense pursuit:
There's poison in the fruit.
Set my affections right:
And walk no more by sight.
Upon my bosom shine:
ange ungrateful wretches we;
227. The Deceit of the World. WORLD, adieu ! thou real cheat,
Oft have thy deceitful charms
Foolish hopes, and false alarms:
False thy promises renew'd,
Does but flatter and delude; Thee I quit for heav'n above, Object of the noblest love. Farewel honour's empty pride,
Thy own nice, uncertain gust,
Lays thee lower than the dust:
More inconstant than the wave,
Purest tempers they deprave;
Follow after fleeting toys,
Solid and substantial joys :.
Joys that never over-past, Thro' eternity shall last. Lord, how happy is the heart
After thee while it aspires ! True and faithful as thou art,
Thou shalt answer its desires; It shall see the glorious scene of thine everlasting reign.
228. Transgressors. Arise, my tend'rest thoughts, arise, To torrents melt my streaming eyes; And thou, my heart, with anguish feel Those evils, which thou canst not heal. See human nature sunk in shame; See scandals pour'd on Jesu's name; The Father wounded thro' the Son; The world abus'd; the soul undone. See the short course of vain delight Closing in everlasting night, In flames, that no abatement know, Tho' briny tears for ever flow. My God, I feel the mournful scene: My bowels
o'er dying men; And fain my pity would reclaim, And snatch the fire-brands from the flame. But feeble my compassion proves, And can but weep where most it loves : Thy own all-saving arm employ, And turn these drops of grief to joy.