s If ask'd, what of Jesus I think?

Tho' ftill my best thoughts are but poor,
I :ay, he's my meat and my drink,
My life, and my ftrength, and ny store ;
My Shepherd, my Husband, my Friend,
My Saviour from fin and from thrall;
My hope tron beginning to end,
My portion, my Lord, and my All.

XC. The Foolish Virgins * Chap. XXV. I,
WHEN, descending from the sky,

The Bridegroom shall appear,
And the folemn midnight cry

Shall call profeffors near,
How the found our hearts will damp !
How will shame o'erfpread cach face !
If we only have a lamp,

Without the oil of gracei
2 Foolish virgins then will wake,

And seek for a fupply ;
But in vain the pains they take

To borrow or to buy :
T'ben with those they now despiser
Earnestly they'll with to share ;
But the best among the wise

Will have no oil to spare.
3 Wise are they, and truly blest,

Who then shall ready be !
But despair will seize the rest,

And dreadful mifery :
Once they'll cry, we scorn to doubt,
Tho' in lies our trust we put ;
Now our lamp of hope is out,
The door of mercy shut.

* Book III. Hymn 72.

4. If they then presuine to plead,

“ Lord, open to us now;
We on earth have heard and pray'd,

And with thy faints did bow:"
He will answer from his throne,
“ Tho' you with my people mix'd,
Yet to me you ne'er were known;

Depart, your doom is fix'd." 5 O that none who worship here

May hear that word, Depart!
Lord, impress a godly fear

On each profeffor's heart :
Help us, Lord, to search the camp,
Let us not ourselves beguile ;
Trufting to a dying lamp,

Without a Itock of oil.

XCI. Peter finning and repenting.

Chap. xxvi. 73

: W'HEN Peter boasted, soon he fell,

Yet was by grace restor'd; His cafe should be regarded well

By all who fear the Lord. 2 A voice it has, and helping hand,

Backsliders to recall; And cautions those who think they stand,

Left suddenly they fall.
3 He said, “Whatever others do,

With Jefus I'll abide ;"
Yet loon amidst a murd'rous crew

His fuff'ping Lord deny'd.
4 He who had been fo bold before,

Now trenibled like a leat ;
Not only lyd, but curs'd and swore,

To gain the more belief.

5 White

5 While he blasphem'd, he heard the cock,

And Jesus look'd in love ;
At once, as if by lightning struck,

His tongue forbore to move.
6 Deliver'd thus from Satan's soare,

He starts, as from a sleep;
His Saviour's look he could not bear,

But hasted forth to weep.
7 But sure the faithful cock had crow'd

A hundred times in vain,
Had not the Lord that look bestow'd,,

The meaning to explain.
8 As I, like Peter, vows have made,

Y et acted Peter's part ;
So conscience, like the cock, upbraids

My base, ungrateful heart.
9 Lord Jesus, hear a finner's cry,

My broken peace renew;
And grant one pitying look, that I

May weep with Peter too.

MARK. XCII. The legion diffbefed. Chap. v. 18. 19:* 'L Egion was my name by nature,

Satan rag'd within my breast;
Never misery was greater,
Never finner more poffefs'd:
Mischievous to all around me,
To myielf the greatest foe ;
Thus I was, when Jesus found me,

Fill'd with madness, fin, and woe. 2 Yer in this forlorn condition,

When he came to set me free,
1 reply'd to my Physician,
66 What have to I do with thee?"


But he would not be prevented,
Rescu'd me agaioit my will;
Had he staid till I confented,

I had been a captive Itill.
3." Satan, tho' thou faia wouldlt háve it,

Know, this soul is none of thine ;
I have shed my blood to fave it,
Now I challenge it for mine *:
Tho'it long has the resembled,
Henceforth it thall me obey.”
Thus he fpoke, while Satan trembled,

Gnath'd his teeth, and fled away. 4 Thus my trantic foul he healed,

Bid my fins and sorrows cease;
“ Take, said he, my pardon sealed,
I have lav'd thee, go in peace :"
Rather take me, Lord, to heaven,
Now thy love and grace I know;
Since thou bait my lips forgiven,

Why should I remain below!
5 " Love, he said, will fweeren labours,

Thou haft fomething yet to do ;
Go and tell your friends and neighbours
What my love has done for you:
Live to maniteit my glory,
Wait for heav'n a little space ;
Sinners when they hear thy story,
Will repeat and feek my tace.”


XCIII The Ruler's Daughter raised.

Chap. v. 39.-42.
COuld the creatures help or ease us,

Seidom thould we think of prag'r;
Few, it any, come to Jesus,
Till reduc'd to felt-despair:

Book III. Hymn 54.


Long we either flight or doubt him,
But when all the means we try
Prove we cannot do without him,

Then at last to him we cry.
2 Thus the ruler when his daughter

Suffer'd much, tho' Chrift was nigh,
Still deferr'd it, till he thought her
At the very point to die :
Tho'he mourn'd for her condition,
He did not intreat the Lord,
Till he found that no physician

But himselt could help afford.
3 Jesus did not once upbraid him,

That he had no sooner come;
But a gracious answer made him,
And went straitway with him home :
Yet his faith was put to trial
When his servants came, and said,
“ Tho' he gave thee no denial,

'Tis too late, the child is dead." 4 Jesus, to prevent his grieving,

Kindly spoke and eas'd his pain; Be not fearful, but believing, Thou shalt fee her live again :" When he found the people weeping, • Cease, be laid, no longer mourn; For she is not dead, but fleeping,”

Then they laughed him to fcorn. 5 O thou meek and lowly Saviour,

How determin'd is thy love!
Not this rude unkind behaviour,
Could thy gracious purpose move :
Soon as he the room had enter'd,
Spoke, and took her by the hand;
Death at once his prey surrender'd,
And the liv'd at his command.

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