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Lord, I believe thou hast prepared
(Unworthy though I be)
A golden harp for me!
'Tis strung, and tuned, for endless years,
To sound in God the Father's ears
XVI. THE SOWER. Matt. xiii. 3.
Ye sons of earth, prepare the plough,
The sower is gone forth to sow,
The seed that finds a stony soil,
The thorny ground is sure to balk
The beaten path and highway side Receive the trust in vain;
But where the Lord of grace and power Has bless'd the happy field,
Father of mercies, we have need
Of thy preparing grace;
Provide a fruitful place.
XVII. THE HOUSE OF PRAYER. Markxi. 17
Thy mansion is the Christian's heart
0 Lord, thy dwelling-place secure! Bid the unruly throng depart, And leave the consecrated door.
Devoted as it is to thee,
A thievish swarm frequents the place; They steal away my joys from me,
And rob my Saviour of his praise.
There, too, a sharp designing trade
Nor cease to press me, and persuade
I know them, and I hate their din, Am weary of the bustling crowd;
Oh! for the joy thy presence gives
What peace shall reign when thou art here!
Thy presence makes this den of thieves
And if thou make thy temple shine,
Yet, self-abased, will I adore; The gold and silver are not mine,
I give thee what was thine before.
XVIII. LOVEST THOU ME? John xxi. 16.
Hark, my soul! it is the Lord:
"I deliver'd thee when bound,
"Can a woman's tender care
"Mine is an unchanging love,
"Thou shalt see my glory soon,
Lord, it is my chief complaint,
XIX. CONTENTMENT. Phil. iv. 11.
Fierce passions discompose the mind, As tempests vex the sea: But calm content and peace we find, When, Lord, we turn to thee.
In vain by reason and by rule
We try to bend the will;
Can learn the heavenly skill.
Since at his feet my soul has sat,
"Art thou a sinner, soul?" he said,
How light thy troubles here, if weigh'd With everlasting pain!
"If thou of murmuring wouldst be cured, Compare thy griefs with mine;
Think what my love for thee endured,
"'Tis I appoint thy daily lot,
And I do all things well; Thou soon shalt leave this wretched spot,
And rise with me to dwell.
"In life my grace shall strength supply,
Proportion'd to thy day;
To wipe thy tears away."
Thus I, who once my wretched days
In vain repinings spent,
Have learnt to be content.
XX. OLD TESTAMENT GOSPEL. Heb. iv. 2.
Israel, in ancient days, Not only had a view
The paschal sacrifice, And blood-besprinkled door,1
l Exod. xii. 13.