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LXVI. True Happiness.

1 FIX my heart and eyes on thine! What are other objects worth?

But to fee thy glory fhine, Is a heav'n begun on earth: Trifles can no longer move, Oh, I tread on all befide, When I feel my Saviour's love, And remember how he dy'd. 2 Now my fearch is at an end, Now my wishes rove no more! Thus my moments I would fpend, Love, and wonder, and adore: Jetus, fource of excellence! All thy glorious love reveal! Kingdoms fhall not bribe me hence, While this happiness I feel.

3 Take my heart, 'tis all thine own,
To thy will my spirit frame;
Thou fhalt reign, and thou alone,
Over all I have, or am:

It a toolith thought shall dare
To rebel against thy word,
Slay it, Lord, and do not spare,
Let it feel thy Spirit's fword.

4 Making thus the Lord my choice,
I have nothing more to choose,
But to liften' to thy voice,
And my will in thine to lofe:
Thus, whatever may betide,
I thall fate and happy be;
Still content and fatisfy'd,
Having all, in having thee.

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LXVII. The Happy Debtor.

EN thousand talents once I ow'd,
And nothing had to pay;

But Jefus free'd me from the load,
And wash'd my debt away.

2 Yet fince the Lord forgave my fin,
And blotted out my score;
Much more indebted I have been,
Than e'er I was before.

3 My guilt is cancell'd quite, I know,
And fatisfaction made;

But the vaft debt of love I owe
Can never be repaid.

4 The love I owe for fin forgiv❜n,
For power to believe,

For prefent peace, and promis'd heav'n,
No angel can conceive.

5 That love of thine, thou finner's Friend! Witness thy bleeding heart!

My little all can ne'er extend
To pay a thousandth part.

6 Nay more, the poor returns I make
I first from thee obtain *;

And 'tis of grace, that thou wilt take
Such poor returns again.

7 'Tis well-it fhall my glory be

(Let who will boast their store)

In time and to eternity,

To owe thee more and more.

SIMILAR HYMNS.

Book I. Hymn 27. 50. 70. 93. 122.

Book II. Hymn 23. 90,

1 Chron. xxix, 14.

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VI. CAUTIONS.

LXVIII. C. The new Convert.

HE new born child of gofpel-grace,

THE new-born

Like fome fair tree when fummer's nigh,
Beneath Emmanuel's fhining face,

Lifts up his blooming branch on high.
2 No fears he feels, he fees no foes,
No conflict yet his faith employs,
Nor has he learnt to whom he owes,
The ftrength and peace his foul enjoys.
3 But fin foon darts its cruel fting.
And comforts finking day by day;
What feem'd his own, a felf.fed fpring,
Proves but a brook that glides away.

4 When Gideon arm'd his num'rous hoft,
The Lord foon made his numbers lefs;
And faid, left Ifrael vainly boast*,
"My arm procur'd me this fuccefs."

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Thus will he bring our fpirits down,
And draw our ebbing comforts low,
That fav'd by grace, but not our own,
We may not claim the praise we owe.

LXIX. C. True and falfe Conforts.

O God, whofe favourable eye

The fin-fick foul revives,

Holy and heav'nly is the joy

Thy fhining presence gives.

Not fuch as hypocrites fuppofe,
Who with a graceless heart,

Tafte not of thee, but drink a dofe,
Prepar'd by Satan's art.

Judges, vii. 2.

3 Intoxicating joys are theirs,

Who, while they boast their light,,
And feem to foar above the stars,
Are plunging into night,

4 Lull'd in a foft and fatal fleep,
They fin, and yet rejoice;

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Were they indeed the Saviour's fheep
Would they not hear his voice ?
Be mine the comforts that reclaim
The foul from Satan's pow'r;
That make me bluth for what I am,
And hate my fin the more.

6 'Tis joy enough, my All in All,
At thy dear feet to lie;

Thou wilt not let me lower fall,
And none can higher fly.

LXX. True and falfe Zeal.

17EAL is that pure and heav'nly flame The fire of love fupplies;

While that which often bears the name,
Is felf in a difguife.

2 True zeal is merciful and mild,
Can pity and forbear;

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The falle is headstrong, fierce, and wild,
And breathes revenge and war.

While zeal for truth the Christian warms,
He knows the worth of peace ;

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But félf contends for names and forms,
Its party to increase.

4 Zeal has attain'd its highest aim,
Its end is fatisfy'd,

If finners love the Saviour's name,
Nor feeks it ought befide.

5 But felf, however well employ'd,
Has its own ends in view;

And fays, as boafting Jehu cry'd *,
"Come, fee what I can do.”

6 Self may its poor reward obtain,
And be applauded here;

But zeal the best applause will gain,
When Jesus shall appear.

7 Dear Lord, the idol felf dethrone,
And from our hearts remove;

And let no zeal by us be fhewn,
But that which springs from love..

LXXI. C. A living and a dead Faith.

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HE Lord receives his highest praise
from humble minds and hearts fincere ;:

While all the loud profeffor fays

Offends the righteous Judge's ear.

2 To walk as children of the day,
To mark the precepts holy light,
To wage the warfare, watch and pray,
Shew who are pleafing in his fight..
3 Not words alone it coft the Lord,
To purchase pardon for his own;
Nor will a foul, by grace reftor'd,
Return the Saviour words alone.

4 With golden bells, the priestly vest †,
And rich pomegranates border'd round,
The need of holiness exprefs'd,

And call'd for fruit as well as found.

5 Eafy, indeed, it were to reach
A manfion in the courts above,
If tweiling words and fluent fpeech
Might ferve instead of faith and love.

2 Kings, x, 16. † Exod. xxviii. 336