There, like streams that feed the garden, Hear the voice of war again. 'Ye no more your suns descending, Find eternal noon in me : XI. JEHOVAH OUR RIGHT- When I would speak what thou hast done I cannot make thy mercies known, Divine desire, that holy flame 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. My God, till I received thy stroke, XIII. THE COVENANT. THE Lord proclaims his abroad! grace "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 "My truth the great design ensures, "Yet not unsought, or unimplored, I'll put a praying spirit there. "From the first breath of life divine, XIV. JEHOVAH-SHAMMAH. Ezek. xlviii. 35. "As birds their infant brood protect, 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. Let earth repent, and hell despair, This city has a sure defence; Her name is called "The Lord is there," And who has power to drive him thence? XV. PRAISE FOR THE FOUNTAIN OPENED.-Zech. xiii. I. THERE is a fountain filled with blood The dying thief rejoiced to see Washed all my sins away. Dear dying Lamb, thy precious blood E'er since, by faith, I saw the stream Then in a nobler, sweeter song, I'll sing thy power to save; When this poor lisping, stammer tongue Lies silent in the grave. Lord, I believe thou hast prepared (Unworthy though I be) For me a blood-bought free reward, 'Tis strung and tuned for endless yea XVI. THE SOWER. Matt. xiii. 3YE sons of earth, prepare the plough, Break up your fallow-ground; The sower is gone forth to sow, And scatter blessings round. The seed that finds a stony soil Shoots forth a hasty blade; But ill repays the sower's toil, Soon withered, scorched, and dead The thorny ground is sure to balk But not the fruitful ear. The beaten path and highway side But where the Lord of grace and powe Father of mercies, we have need XVII. THE HOUSE OF PRAYER. THY mansion is the Christian's heart, O Lord, thy dwelling-place secure! Bid the unruly throng depart, And leave the consecrated door. evoted as it is to thee, A thievish swarm frequents the place; ey steal away my joys from me, And rob my Saviour of his praise. here, too, a sharp designing trade Sin, Satan, and the World maintain; or cease to press me, and persuade To part with ease, and purchase pain. know them, and I hate their din; Am weary of the bustling crowd; But while their voice is heard within, I cannot serve thee as I would. Oh for the joy thy presence gives, What peace shall reign when thou art here! Thy presence makes this den of thieves Á calm delightful house of prayer. And if thou make thy temple shine, I give thee what was thine before. XVIII. LOVEST THOU ME? HARK, my soul! it is the Lord; I delivered thee when bound, "Can a woman's tender care "Mine is an unchanging love, "Thou shalt see my glory soon, XIX CONTENTMENT. Phil. iv. II. In vain by reason and by rule "Art thou a sinner, soul?" he said, "Then how canst thou complain? How light thy troubles here, if weighed With everlasting pain! "If thou of murmuring wouldst be cured, Compare thy griefs with mine; Think what my love for thee endured, And thou wilt not repine. ""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, Proportioned to thy day; At death thou still shalt find me nigh, Thus I, who once my wretched days Taught in my Saviour's school of grace, XX. OLD TESTAMENT GOSPEL. ISRAEL in ancient days But learned the Gospel too; The paschal sacrifice And blood-besprinkled door, And once applied with power, Would teach the need of other blood, To reconcile an angry God. The Lamb, the Dove, set forth His perfect innocence, The scape-goat on his head Was to be seen no more : Dipt in his fellow's blood, The living bird went free; The type, well understood, Expressed the sinner's plea ; Described a guilty soul enlarged, And by a Saviour's death discharged. Jesus, I love to trace, Throughout the sacred page, 66 XXI. SARDIS. Rev. iii. 1—6. WRITE to Sardis," saith the Lord, Find thy zeal and love decayed ; But thou art cold and dead. "Watch, remember, seek, and strive, Exert thy former pains; Let thy timely care revive, And strengthen what remains; Cleanse thine heart, thy works amend, Former times to mind recall, Lest my sudden stroke descend, And smite thee once for all. "Yet I number now in thee They for mine shall be confessed; XXII. PRAYER FOR A BLESSIN ON THE YOUNG. BESTOW, dear Lord, upon our youth, And let the seed of sacred truth Grace is a plant, where'er it grows, And yields the sweetest fruit. Ye careless ones, oh hear betimes True, you are young, but there's a ston For you the public prayer is made We pray that you may early prove The Spirit's power to teach; You cannot be too young to love That Jesus whom we preach. ; XXIII. PLEADING FOR AND SIN has undone our wretched race; This we repeat from year to year, XXIV. PRAYER FOR CHILDREN. When the angel of the Lord, Lord, we tremble, for we know XXV. JEHOVAH JESUS. My song shall bless the Lord of all, My praise shall climb to his abode; Thee, Saviour, by that name I call, The great Supreme, the Mighty God. Without beginning or decline, Object of faith and not of sense; Eternal ages saw him shine, He shines eternal ages hence. As much, when in the manger laid, Salvation is his dearest claim; A cheerful confidence I feel, My well-placed hopes with joy I see; My bosom glows with heavenly zeal, To worship him who died for me. As man, he pities my complaint, XXVI. ON OPENING A PLACE FOR SOCIAL PRAYER. JESUS! where'er thy people meet, For thou, within no walls confined, Dear Shepherd of thy chosen few! Here may we prove the power of prayer. Behold, at thy commanding word |