4 Except the Saviour dwell and reign

Within the finner's mind;
Satan, when he returns again,

Will easy entrance find.
5 With rage and malice sevenfold,

He then refumes his fway;
No more by checks to be contrould,

No more to go away.
6 The finner's former state was bad,

But worse the latter far;
He lives poffeffed, blind, and mad,

And dies in dark despair.
7 Lord, fave me from this dreadful end!

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.

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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 :
We find a tall and fickly stalk,

But not the fruitful ear.
4 The beated path and high-way lide

Receive the trust in vain ;
The watchful birds the fpoil divide,
And pick up all the grain.

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 ;
Let the same hand that gives the feed

Provide a fruitful place.

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LXXXVI. The Wheat and Tares. Chap. xiii.

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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 much they heard, how much they knew,

How long amongst the wheat they grew! 3 Oh! this will aggravate their cafe !

They perish'd under means of grace ;;
To them the word of lite and faith

Became an instrument of death..
4. We seem alike when thus we meet,

Strangers might think we all are wheat ;;
But to the Lord's all-fearching eyes,

Each beart appears without disguise.
5 The tares are fpaid for various ends,

Some, for the sake of praying friends ;
Others, the Lord, against their will,

Employs his ccunsels to fulól.
6 But tho' they grow so tall and strong,

His plan will not require them long;
In haivett, when he faves his own,
The caros Ibail into bell be thrown.


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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.
3. Then fill'd with wonder, joy, and love;

Peter's request was mine ;
Lord, call me down, I long to prove

That I am wholly thine.
4 Uomov'd at all I have to meet

On life's tempestuous fea,
Hard, shall be easy; bitter, sweet,
So I

follow thee.
He heard and smild, and bid me try,

I eagerly obey'd ;
But when from him I turn'd my eye,

How was my foul dismay'd !
6 The storm increas'd on ev'ry fide,

I felt my spirit shrink;
And soon, with Peter, loud I cry'd,

« Lord, save me, or I fink.”
7 Kindly he caught me by the hand,

And said, “Why dost thou fear?
Since thou art come at my command,

And I am always near.
8 Upon my promise rest thy hope,

And keep my love in view;
I stand engag'd to hold thee up,
And guide thee Jafely through.”.


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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.
2 When the woman came from Tyre;

And for help to Jesus sought;
Tho' he granted her defire,

Yet at first he answer'd not.
4 Could she guess at his intent,

When he to his follow'rs said,
“ I to Ifrael's Theep am fent,

Dogs must not have children's bread." 4 She was not of Israel's feed,

But of Canaan's wretched race;
Thought herself a dog indeed,

Was not this a hopeless case ?
5 Yet altho' from Canaan sprung,

Tho'a dog herself fhe stylid,
She had lfrael's faith and tongue,

And was own'd for Abram's child. 6 From his words fhe draws a plea :

“ Tho' unworthy children's bread,
'Tis enough for one like me,

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;
None who plead and wrestle thus
Shall be empty fent away.


. Hymn 89. MATTHEW. LXXXIX. What think ye of Christ?

Chap. xxii. 42.
1 WHAT think ye of Chrift? is the test

To try both your state and your scheme;
You cannot be right in the rest,
Unless you think rightly, of him.
As Jefus appears in your view,
As he is beloved or not;
So God is disposed to you,

or wrath are your lot,
2 Some take him a creature to bę,

A man, or an angel at most:

Sure, there have not feelings like me, 1

Nor know themselves wretched and loft:
So guilty, so belpless am I,
I durst not confide in his blood,
Nor on his protection rely,

Unless I were sure he is God.
3 Some call him a Saviour, in word,

And hope he his help will afford,
When they have done all that they can:
If doings prove rather too light,
(A little, they own, they may tạil),
They purpose to make up full weight,

By casting his name in the scale.
4 Some style him the pearl of great price,

And say he's the fountain of joys;
Yet feed upon folly and vice,
And cleave to the world and its toys :
Like Judas, the Saviour they kiss,
And while they falute him, betray;
Ah! what will profession like this
Avail in his terrible day?


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