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"There, like streams that feed the garden,
Pleasures without end shall flow;
For the Lord, your faith rewarding,
All his bounty shall bestow;
Still in undisturb'd possession
Peace and righteousness shall reign;
Never shall you feel oppression,
Hear the voice of war again.

"Ye no more your suns descending,
Waning moons no more shall see;
But, your griefs for ever ending,
Find eternal noon in me:
God shall rise, and shining o'er you,
Change to day the gloom of night;
He, the Lord, shall be your glory,
God your everlasting light."

XI. JEHOVAH OUR RIGHTEOUSNESS. Jer. xxiii. 6.

My God, how perfect are thy ways!But mine polluted are;
Sin twines itself about my praise, And slides into my prayer.

When I would speak what thou hast done

To save me from my sin,
I cannot make thy mercies known,

But self-applause creeps in.

Divine desire, that holy flame

Thy grace creates in me; Alas! impatience is its name,

When it returns to thee.

This heart, a fountain of vile thoughts,

How does it overflow!
While self upon the surface floats,

Still bubbling from below.

Let others in the gaudy dress

Of fancied merit shine,
The Lord shall be my righteousness,

The Lord for ever mine.

XII. EPHRAIM REPENTING. Jer. xxxi. 18—20.

My God, till I received thy stroke, How like a beast was I!
So unaccustom'd to the yoke, So backward to comply.

With grief my just reproach I bear, Shame fills me at the thought;
How frequent my rebellions were!What wickedness I wrought!

Thy merciful restraint I scorn'd,

And left the pleasant road;
Yet turn me, and I shall be turn'd, Thou art the Lord my God.

"Is Ephraim banish'd from my thoughts,

Or vile in my esteem?
No," saith the Lord, " with all his faults,

I still remember him.

"Is he a dear and pleasant child?

Yes, dear and pleasant still; Though sin his foolish heart beguiled,

And he withstood my will.

"My sharp rebuke has laid him low,

He seeks my face again; My pity kindles at his woe,

He shall not seek in vain."

XIII. THE COVENANT. Ezek. xxxvi. 25—28.

The Lord proclaims his grace abroad!
Behold, I change your hearts of stone;
Each shall renounce his idol-god,
And serve, henceforth, the Lord alone.

My grace, a flowing stream, proceeds
To wash your filthiness away;
Ye shall abhor your former deeds,
And learn my statutes to obey.

My truth the great design ensures,
I give myself away to you;
You shall be mine, I will be yours,
Your God unalterably true.

Yet not unsought, or unimplored,
The plenteous grace shall I confer;*
No—your whole hearts shall seek the Lord,
I'll put a praying spirit there.

From the first breath of life divine,
Down to the last expiring hour,
The gracious work shall all be mine,
Begun and ended in my power.

XIV. JEHOVAH-SHAMMAH. Ezek. xlviii. 35.

As birds their infant brood protect,2
And spread their wings to shelter them,
Thus saith the Lord to his elect,
"So will I guard Jerusalem."

And what then is Jerusalem,
This darling object of his care?
Where is its worth in God's esteem?
Who built it? who inhabits there?

Jehovah founded it in blood,
The blood of his incarnate Son;
There dwell the saints, once foes to God,
The sinners whom he calls his own.

There, though besieged on every side,
Yet much beloved and guarded well,
From age to age they have defied
The utmost force of earth and hell.
1 Verse 37. 2 Isaiah xxxi. 5.

Let earth repent, and hell despair,
This city has a sure defence;
Her name is call'd, The Lord is there,
And who has power to drive him thence?

XV. PRAISE FOR THE FOUNTAIN OPENED. Zee. xiii. 1.

There is a fountain fill'd with blood
Drawn from Emmanuel's veins;And sinners, plunged beneath that flood,
Lose all their guilty stains.

The dying thief rejoiced to see

That fountain in his day; And there have I, as vile as he,

Wash'd all my sins away.

Dear dying Lamb, thy precious blood

Shall never lose its power,
Till all the ransom'd church of God

Be saved to sin no more.

E'er since, by faith, I saw the stream

Thy flowing wounds supply, Redeeming love has been my theme,

And shall be till I die.

Then in a nobler, sweeter song,

I'll sing thy power to save;
When this poor lisping stammering tongue

Lies silent in the grave.

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