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7 The Law, like this hand writing, stands,
And speaks the wrath of God *;
JO NA H.
To footh and cheer my mournful hours, Prepar'd for me a pleasing gourd,
Cool was its shade, and sweet its flow'rs. 2 To prize his gift was surely right,
But thro' the folly of my heart,
And soon my joy was chang'd co smart. 3 While I admir'd its beauteous form,
Its pleasant lhade and grateful fruit;
Unseen, to prey upon the root. 4 I trembled when I saw it fade,
But guilt restrain'd the murm'ring word;
Forgive my sin, and spare my gourd. 5 His wond'rous love can ne'er be told,
He heard me and reliev'd my pain ;
And bid my gourd revive again.
'Tis thine, who only could'ıt it raile;
ZE CHARIA H.
LXXVI. Prayer for the LORD's promised
presence. Chap. ii. 10.
Müft we still thine absence mourn ?
Thou hast said, “ I will return!" 2 Gracious Leader, now appear,
Shine upon us with thy light!
Dags and funs are doubly bright. 3 As a mother counts the days
Till her absent fon the fee,
So our fpirits long for thee.
Then thy sheep Thall feed in peace;
Evil from amongst us cease.
Thou can't ev'ry care assuage;
Tho the world and Satan rage.
While our callings we purlue;
Shall each night our joy renew. 7 Let thy light be ne'er withdrawn;
Golden days afford us long!
LXXVII. A Brand plucked out of the Fire.
Chap. iii. 1.-5;
I WITH Satan, my accuser, near,
My fpirit trembled when I saw The Lord in majesty appear,
And heard the language of his law. 2 In vain I wish'd and strove to hide
The tatter'd filthy rags I wore;
“ See what you trusted in before !"
I heard my gracious Saviour say,
I dy'd to take his fins away.
To save from wrath and fin designs
? 5 At his rebuke the tempter fled;
Then he remov'd my filthy dress;
It is thy Saviour's righteousness.
That I might thus thy head adorn,
But wore for theç a crown of thorn.' 7 O how I heard these gracious words !
They broke and heal'd my heart at onces
And all my idol gods renounce.
Against this brand thy threats are vain ;
LXXVIII. On one Stone shall be seven Eyes.
Chap. iii. 9.
Who his blood for finners (pilt,
And the church is-on him built : He delivers all who trust him from their guilt. 2 Many eyes at once are fixed
On a perfon so divine ; Love, with awful justice mixed, In his great redemption shine : Mighty Jelus! give me leave to call thee mine. 3 By the Father's eye approved,
Lo, a voice is heard from heaven *, “ Sinners, this is my beloved,
For your ransom freely giv'o : All offences, for his fake, shall be forgiven." 4 Angels with their eyes pursu'd him to
When he left his glorious thrope ;
Put the form of servant on:
Saw this Stone in Zion laid;
Bruis'd the fubtle ferpent's head I, When, to faye us, on the cross his blood he shed. 6 When a guilty sinner sees him,
While he looks his soul is heal'd;
And imparis a pardon seald || :
* Matth. iij. 1%.
John xii. 31.
f 1 Tim. ji. 16.
7 With defire and admiration,
All his blood-bought flock behold;
And inclos'd them in his fold *: Yet their warmest love and praises are too cold. ; 8 By the eye of carnal reason
Many view him with difdain t;
When he'll come with all his train ? Toescape him then they'll with, but with in vain, 9 How their hearts will melt and tremble
When they hear his awful voice I;
As his portion and his choice,
LXXIX. C. Praise for the Fountain opener
Chap. xiii. 1. I a
HERE is a fountain fill'd with blood
Drawn from Emmanuel's veins ;
Lose all their guilty stains.
That fountain in his day;
Wash'd all my fins away.
Shall never lose its pow'r,
Be fav'd to fin no more.
Thy flowing wounds supply,
+ Psalm cxviii. 22.