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2 Oh! I remember well the day,
When forely wounded, nearly flain,
And gron'd for help, but gron'd in vain.
And pafs'd without compaflion by;
Unmoved by my mournful cry.
(As Jews Samaritans despise),
With love and pity in his eyes.
Press'd me to lean upon his arm,
He pour'd his own all-healing balm.
The house prepar'd for finners lost,
And took upon him all the cost.
I wait till he again shall come,
And take me to his heav'nly home.
When Nature's wheel no longer rolls,
· ARTHA her love and joy express'd
By care to entertain her guest;
2 The principle, in both the same.
Produc'd in each a diff'rent aim;
The other waited to be fed.
Her Saviour's words refreth'd her heart ;
And lost her time and temper too.
But brought upon herself rebuke:
How oft are we like Martha vex'd,
The one thing needtul is torgot:
Which they who gain can never lose ;
And needful, were the world our own. 7 Let grov'ling hearts the world admire,
Thy love is all that I require !
CI. The Heart taken. Chap. xi. 21. 22
THE.castle of the human heart,
Strong in its native fin,
By him who dwells within.
And calls the place his own;
And rules as on a thrope.
3 Each traitor thought, on him as chief,
In blind obedience waits ;
Are pofted at the gates.
And keeps his goods in peace;
Nor wishes a release.
In his appointed hour
From the usurper's pow'r.
And now it shall be mine."
He knows he must resign.
And self and Satan's art;
And Jesus wins the heart.
The Saviour's kindest call,
To serve him with her all.
CII. The Worldling. Chap. xii. 16.-21.
And now, for many years,
Secure from wants and fears."
As many now presume,
His sudden, awful doom.
Into a world unknown;
Which thou has call'd thine own?”
For happiness below;
And they awake to woe.
That fills the finner's mind,
He leaves his all behind.
But are not rich to God;
Apd hell their dark abode.
Thy gospel to attend,
When this poor life thall end.
CIII. The Barren Fig.tree. Chap, xiii. 6.-9,
I THE church a garden is
In which believers stand,
In this inclosure grow,
Have only leaves to thow :
3 The under gard'ner grieves,
In vain his strength he spends,
Afford him fmall amends :
What pangs his bowels move,
His labours useless prove!
What farther means may do ;
Tho'God may long forbear,
CIV. The Prodigal Son. Chap. XV. 11.-24.
oft are fent;
And forc'd him to repent. 2 Altho' he no relentings felt,
Till he had fpent his store;
When tamine pinch'a him fore.
Book II. Hymn 26.