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The stars are all conceal'd;
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.
And wholly live to thee;
may I hope that thou wilt own
A worthless worm like me!
I cannot doubt thy will;
I had refus'd thee ftill.
LX. The Power of Grace. *
APPY the birth where grace presides
To form the future life !
Remote from noise and strife. 2 Since I have known the Saviour's name,
And what for me he bore;
I thirtt for gold no more.
I make his love my theme ;
Is but a waking dream. 4 Since he has rank'd my worthless name
Amongst his favour'd few;
* Jer. xxxi. 3.
's O thou whose voice the dead can raise,
And soften hearts of stone,
This work is all thine own.
A wretch like me reitor'd;
Who once defy'd the Lord !" , Grace bid me live, and taught my tongue
To aim at notes divine ;
The glory, Lord, be thine !
LXI. C. My Soul thirfteth for God. ;] Thirst, but not as once I did,
The vain delights of earth to share ;
That I should seek my pleasures there. 2 It was the fight of thy dear cross,
First wean'd my foul from earthly things ;
The mirth of fools and pomp of kings.
That quickens all things where it flows,
No longer fink below the brim ;
A living, and life-giving stream !
The notice of thy Father's eye,
LXII. C. Love constraining to Obedience. "No ftrength of nature can fuffice
To serve the Lord aright;
For want of clearer light.
In bondage and distress!
But toil'd without success.
Was more than I could do ;
I feel I hate it too.
A righteousness to raise;.
I freely choose his ways.
That I may worthier grow?
Is my enquiry now.
And hear his pard’ning voice,
And duty into choice.
LXIII. C. The Heart healed and changed by
SIN enslaved me many years;
And led me bound and blind;
Came swarming o'er my mind.
Rom. iii. 31.
Where, I said in deep diftrefs,
And make the Lord my friend ? 2 Friends and minifters said much
The gospel to enforce ;
I chofe a legal course :
A stranger ftill to God. 3
Thus afraid to trust his grace,
Long time did I rebel;
Down at his feet I fell:
“ Thy fins are done away."
LXIV. C. Hatred of Sin.
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;
Free from the only thing I hate. 3 Had I a throne above the rest,
Where angels and archangels dwell;
4 The pris'oer, sent to breathe fresh air,
And bless'd with liberty again,
One link of all his former chain. 5 But oh! no foe invades the bliss,
When glory crowns the Chriftian's head;
LXV. The Child *.
Make me teachable and mild,
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 ;
'Tis enough that thou wilt care,
Why should I the burden-bear? 3 As a little child relies
Ona care beyond his own ;
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,
When the soos of God hall prove