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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;
But

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.

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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

me,
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.

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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.
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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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LXIII. C. The Heart healed and changed by

Mercy.

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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.

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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 *.

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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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