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4 Except the Saviour dwell and reign
Within the finner's mind;
Will easy entrance find.
He then refumes his fway;
No more to go away.
But worse the latter far;
And dies in dark despair.
And from this heart of mine O drive and keep away the fiend
Who fears no voice but thine.
LXXXV. C. The Sower. Chap. xiii. 3.
E fons of earth, prepare the plough,
Break up your fallow ground!. The fower is gone forth to fow,
And scatter blessings round. 2 The feed that finds a stony foil,
Shoots forth a hafty blade; But ill repays the lower's toil,
Soon wither'd, scorch'd, and dead. 3 The thorny ground is sure to baulk
All hopes of harvest there :
But not the fruitful ear.
Receive the trust in vain ;
5 But where the Lord of grace and pow'r
Has bless'd the happy field ; How plenteous is the golden store
The deep-wrought furrows yield ! 6 Father of mercies, we have need
Of thy preparing grace ;
Provide a fruitful place.
LXXXVI. The Wheat and Tares. Chap. xiii.
37:42 I T!
HO' in the outward church below,
The wheat and tares together grow, Jesus ere long will weed the crop,
And pluck the tares, in anger, up. 2 Will it relieve their horrors there,
To recollect their stations here?
How long amongst the wheat they grew! 3 Oh! this will aggravate their cafe !
They perish'd under means of grace ;;
Became an instrument of death..
Strangers might think we all are wheat ;;
Each beart appears without disguise.
Some, for the sake of praying friends ;
Employs his ccunsels to fulól.
His plan will not require them long;
LXXXVII. Peter walking upon the Water.
Chap. xiv, 28.-31. A Word from
Jesus calms the sea, The stormy wind controuls, And gives repose and liberty
To tempeft-toffed souls. – To Peter on the waves he came
And gave him instant peace ; Thus he to me reveal'd his name,
And bid my sorrows cease.
Peter's request was mine ;
That I am wholly thine.
On life's tempestuous fea,
I eagerly obey'd ;
How was my foul dismay'd !
I felt my spirit shrink;
« Lord, save me, or I fink.”
And said, “Why dost thou fear?
And I am always near.
And keep my love in view;
LXXXVIII. Woman of Canaan. Chap. xv.
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an answer will obtain, Tho' the Lord a while delay; None shall feek his face in vain,
None be empty sent away.
And for help to Jesus sought;
Yet at first he answer'd not.
When he to his follow'rs said,
Dogs must not have children's bread." 4 She was not of Israel's feed,
But of Canaan's wretched race;
Was not this a hopeless case ?
Tho'a dog herself fhe stylid,
And was own'd for Abram's child. 6 From his words fhe draws a plea :
“ Tho' unworthy children's bread,
If with crumbs I may be fed." 7 Jesus then his heart reveald:
“ Woman, canst thou thus believe? I to thy petition yield,
All that thou canst wish, receive." 8 'Tis a pattern set for us,
How we ought to wait and pray;
. Hymn 89. MATTHEW. LXXXIX. What think ye of Christ?
Chap. xxii. 42.
To try both your state and your scheme;
or wrath are your lot,
A man, or an angel at most:
Sure, there have not feelings like me, 1
Nor know themselves wretched and loft:
Unless I were sure he is God.
And hope he his help will afford,
By casting his name in the scale.
And say he's the fountain of joys;