As by the light of op'ning day

The stars are all conceal'd;
So earthly pleasures fade away,

When Jesus is reveal’d. 4 Creatures no more divide my choice,

I bid them all depart; His name, and love, and gracious voice,

Have fix'd my roving heart.
5 Now, Lord, I would be thine alone,

And wholly live to thee;

may I hope that thou wilt own

A worthless worm like me!
6 Yes! tho' of finners I'm the worst,

I cannot doubt thy will;
For if thou hadît not lov'd me first,

I had refus'd thee ftill.


LX. The Power of Grace. *

APPY the birth where grace presides

To form the future life !
In wisdom's paths the foul she guides,

Remote from noise and strife. 2 Since I have known the Saviour's name,

And what for me he bore;
No more I toil for empty fame,

I thirtt for gold no more.
3 Plac'd by his hand in this retreat,

I make his love my theme ;
And see that all the world calls great,

Is but a waking dream. 4 Since he has rank'd my worthless name

Amongst his favour'd few;
Let the mad world who scoff at them,
Revile and hate me too.

* Jer. xxxi. 3.

's O thou whose voice the dead can raise,

And soften hearts of stone,
And teach the dumb to fing thy praise,

This work is all thine own.
6 Thy wond'ring faints rejoice to fee

A wretch like me reitor'd;
And point, and fay, “How chang'd is he,

Who once defy'd the Lord !" , Grace bid me live, and taught my tongue

To aim at notes divine ;
And grace accepts my feeble song,

The glory, Lord, be thine !

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LXI. C. My Soul thirfteth for God. ;] Thirst, but not as once I did,

The vain delights of earth to share ;
Thy wounds, Emmanuel, all forbid,

That I should seek my pleasures there. 2 It was the fight of thy dear cross,

First wean'd my foul from earthly things ;
And taught me to esteem as dross

The mirth of fools and pomp of kings.
3 I want that grace that springs from thee,

That quickens all things where it flows,
And makes a wretched thorn, like

Bloom as the myrtle, or the rose.
4 Dear fountain of delight unknown!

No longer fink below the brim ;
But overflow, and pour me down

A living, and life-giving stream !
5 For sure, of all the plants that share

The notice of thy Father's eye,
None proves leis grateful to his care,
Or yields him meaner fruit than I.


LXII. C. Love constraining to Obedience. "No ftrength of nature can fuffice

To serve the Lord aright;
And what the has, she misapplies,

For want of clearer light.
2. How long beneath the law I lay.

In bondage and distress!
I toil'd the precept to obey,

But toil'd without success.
3. Then to abstain from outward lin

Was more than I could do ;
Now, if I feel its pow'r within,

I feel I hate it too.
4. Then all my servile works were done

A righteousness to raise;.
Now, freely chosen in the Son,

I freely choose his ways.
What shall I do, was then the word,

That I may worthier grow?
What shall I render to the Lord?

Is my enquiry now.
6 To fee the law by Chrift fulbli'd,

And hear his pard’ning voice,
Changes a slave into a child *,

And duty into choice.

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SIN enslaved me many years;

And led me bound and blind;
Till at length a thousand fears

Came swarming o'er my mind.

Rom. iii. 31.



Where, I said in deep diftrefs,
Will these finful pleasures end?
How shall I secure my peace,

And make the Lord my friend ? 2 Friends and minifters said much

The gospel to enforce ;
But my blindness still was such,

I chofe a legal course :
Much I fafted, watch'd, and strove,
Scarce would shew my face abroad,
Fear'd, almost, to speak or move,

A stranger ftill to God. 3

Thus afraid to trust his grace,

Long time did I rebel;
Till, despairing of my cafe,

Down at his feet I fell:
Then my stubborn heart he broke,
And Tubdu'd me to his fway;
By a simple word he spoke,

“ Thy fins are done away."

LXIV. C. Hatred of Sin.

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Holy Lord God! I love thy truth,

Nor dare thy least commandment flight; Yet pierc'd by fin, the ferpent's tooth,

I mourn the anguilh of the bice. 2 But tho'the poifon lurks within,

Hope bids me still with patience wait;
Till death shall fet me free from fin,

Free from the only thing I hate. 3 Had I a throne above the rest,

Where angels and archangels dwell;
One fin, unflain, within my breaft,
Would make that heav'a as dark as hell.

4 The pris'oer, sent to breathe fresh air,

And bless'd with liberty again,
Would mourn, were he condemn'd to wear

One link of all his former chain. 5 But oh! no foe invades the bliss,

When glory crowns the Chriftian's head;
One view of Jesus as he is,
Will strike all fin for ever dead.

LXV. The Child *.

Uiet, Lord, my froward heart,

Make me teachable and mild,
Upright, fimple, free from art,
Make me as a weaned child :

From diftruft and envy free,

Pleas'd with all that pleases thee. 2 What thou shalt to day provide,

Let me as a child receive ;
What to-morrow niay betide,
Calmly to thy wisdom leave:

'Tis enough that thou wilt care,

Why should I the burden-bear? 3 As a little child relies

Ona care beyond his own ;
Knows he's neither strong nor wise ;
Fears to stir a step alone :

Let me thus with thee abide,

As my Father, Guard, and Guide, 4 Thus preferv'd from Satan's wiles,

Safe from dangers, free from fears,
May I live upon thy smiles,
Till the promis'd bour, appears,

When the soos of God hall prove
All their Fatber's boundless love. Wir
Pfalat, cai. 2.; Matth. xviii. 3. 4.
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