Again I sought, and yet again;

I waited long, but not in vain. 4 Oh! 'twas a cheering word indeed!

Exactly suited to my need ;
" Sufficient for thee is my grace,
Thy weakness my great pow's displays.”
5 Now I despond and mourn no more,

I welcome all I fear'd before ;
Tho' weak, I'm strong; tho' troubled, bleft;

For Christ's own pow'r shall on me reft. 6 My grace would foon exhausted be,

But his is boundless as the rea;
Then let me boast, with holy Paul,
That I am nothing, Christ is all.



CXXX. The Inward Warfare. Chap. v. 17.
TRANGE and mysterious is my life,

What oppofires I feel within !
A ftable peace, a constant ftrife;
The rule of grace, the pow's of fin:

Too often I am captive led,

Yet daily triumph in my Head. 2 I prize the privilege of pray'r,

But oh! what backwardness to pray?
Tho' on the Lord f cast my care,i.
I feel its burden every day;

I seek his will in all I do,

Yet find my own is working too, 3 I call the promises my own,

And prize them more than mines of gold ; Yet tho' their i weerneis i have known, : They leave me unimprels'd a...d cold:


One hour upon the truth I feed,

The next I know not what I read.
I love the holy day of rest,
When Jesus meets his gather'd saints;
Sweet day, of all the week the best !
For its return my spirit pants:

Yet often, thromy unbelief,

proves a day of guilt and grief. 5 While on my Saviour I rely,

I know my foes shall lose their aim;
And therefore dare their pow'r defy,
Affur'd of conqueft thro' his name :

But foon niy confidence is flain,

And all my fears return again.
6 Thus diff'rent pow'rs within me strive,

And grace and fin by turns prevail ; .
I grieve, rejoice, decline, revive,
And viet'ry hangs in doubtful scale:

Bur Jesus has his promise past,
That grace lball overcome at last,


CXXXI. C. Contentment *. Chap. iv. Il.
FIERCE paffions discompose the mind,

As tempefts vex the fea;
But calm content and peace we find,

When, Lord, we turn to thee. 2 In vain by reason and by rule,

We try to bend the will;
For none but in the Saviour's school

Can learn the beav'nly, kill,

* Book III. Hymn $5.

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3 Since

3 Since at his feet my soul bas fat,

His gracious words to hear;
Contented with my prefent state,

I cast on him my care.
" Art thou a finner, foul ? (he faid),

Then how canst thou complain ?
How light thy troubles here, if weigh'd,

With everlasting pain !
5 If thou of murmuring would'it be cur'd,

Compare thy griefs with mine ; Think what my love for thee endur'd,

And thou wilt not repine. 6 'Tis I appoint thy daily lot,

And I do all things well : Thou soon fhalt leave this wretched fpot,

And rise with me to dwell.
7 In life my grace shall ftrength supply,

Proportion'd to thy day;
At death thou still thalt find me nigh,

To wipe thy tears away.
3 Thus I who once my wretched days,

In vain repinings spent;
Taught in my Saviour's school of grace,

Have learn'd to be content.

H E B R E W S.

CXXXII. C. Old-Teftament Gospel. Chap. iv. 23.

SRAEL, in ancient days,

Not only had a view
Of Sinai in a blaze,

But learn'd the gospel too:
The types and figures were a glass,
Lo which they saw the Saviour's face.


2 The paschal sacrifice,

And blood-belpriokled door *,
Seen with enlight'ned eyes,

And once apply'd with pow'r,
Would teach the need of other blood,

To reconcile an angry God.
3 The Lamb, the Dove, set forth

His perfect innocence +,
Whofe blood of matchless worth,

Should be the foul's defence;
For he who can for fin atone,

Must have no failings of his own. 4 The scape-goat on his head I

The people's trespass bore,
And to the desert led,

Was to be seen no more :
In him our Surety feem'd to say,
• Behold I bear your


away. 5 Dipt in his fellow's blood,

The living bird went free
The iype, well understood,

Express'd the finner's plea ;
Defcrib'd a guilty foul enlarg'd,

And by a Saviour's death discharg'do 0 Jelus, I love to trace

Throughout the sacred page,
The footsteps of thy grace,

The fame in ev'ry age !
O grant that I may faithful be
To clearer light vouchlaf?d to me!

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CXXXIII. The Word quick and powerful

Chap. iv. 12. 13.
HE word of Christ, our Lord,

With whom we have to do,
Is sharper than a two-edg'd sword,

To pierce the finner thro'! 2 Swift as the lightnings blaze

When awful thunders roll,
It fills the conscience with amaze,

And penetrates the foul.
3 No heart can be conceal'd

From his all-piercing eyes;
Each thought and purpose stands reveal'd, -

Naked, without disguise. 4 He sees his people's fears, He notes their mournful

cry ;
He counts their fighs and falling tears,

And helps them from on higb. 5

Tho' feeble is their good;

It has its kind regard;
Yea, all they would do, if they could

Shall find a sure reward. 6 He sees the wicked too,

And will repay them soon,
For all the evil deeds they do,

And all they would have donet: 7

Since all our secret ways

Are mark'd and koown by thee, Afford us, Lord, thy light of grace,

That we ourselves may fee. .
CXXXIV. Looking unto JESUS. Chap. xii. 2.
Y various maxims, torms, and rules,

That pass for wisdom in the 1chools,
I ftrove my passion to restrain ;
But all my efforts prov'd in vain.
1 Kings, viii. 18.

† Matth. v. 28.

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