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Oh! send us not despairing home!
IV.—JEHOVAH-NISSI: THE LORD MY BANNER.
By whom was David taught
To aim the deadly blow,
'Twas Israel's God and king
Who ordered Gideon forth,
To storm the invaders' camp,
Oh! I have seen the day,
When with a single word,
But unbelief, self-will,
Self-righteousness, and pride,
V.—JEHOVAH-SHALOM; THE LORD SEND PEACE.
Jesus ! whose blood so freely streamed
To satisfy the law's demand;
Before the Father's face I stand.
To reconcile offending man,
Make justice drop her angry rod;
What creature could have formed the plan,
No drop remains of all the curse,
For wretches who deserved the whole;
No arrows dipt in wrath to pierce
Peace by such means so dearly bought,
Peace, by his injured Sovereign wrought, His Sovereign fastened to a tree.
Now, Lord, thy feeble worm prepare!
For strife with earth and hell begins; Confirm and gird me for the war;
They hate the soul that hates his sins.
Let them in horrid league agree!
They may assault, they may distress; But cannot quench thy love to me,
Nor rob me of the Lord my peace.
Ere God had built the mountains,
Or raised the fruitful hills; Before he filled the fountains
That feed the running rills;
The wonderful I AM,
And Wisdom is my name.
When, like a tent to dwell in,
He spread the skies abroad, And swathed about the swelling
Of Ocean's mighty flood; He wrought by weight and measur;,
And I was with him then: Myself the Father's pleasure,
And mine, the sons of men.
Thus Wisdom's words discover
Thy glory and thy grace, Thou everlasting lover
Of our unworthy race! Thy gracious eye surveyed us
Ere stars were seen above; In wisdom thou hast made us,
And died for us in love.
And couldst thou be delighted
Who, when we saw thee, slighted,
And mystery divine!
Says, "Sinner, I am thine!"
VII.—VANITY OF THE WORLD.
God gives his mercies to be spent;
Your hoard will do your soul no good; Gold is a blessing only lent,
Repaid by giving others food.
The world's esteem is but a bribe,
The slave of a vainglorious tribe,
Who hate you while they make you known.
The joy that vain amusements give,
The honey of a crowded hive,
'Tis thus the world rewards the fools
She leads them blindfold by her rules,
God knows the thousands who go down
And with a long despairing groan
O fearful thought! be timely wise;
Delight but in a Saviour's charms, And God shall take you to the skies,
Embraced in everlasting arms.
VIII.—O LORD, I WILL PRAISE THEE.
I WILL praise thee every day
Here, in the fair gospel-field,
Jesus is become at length
Praise ye, then, his glorious name,
Raise again the joyful sound,
1X.-THE CONTRITE HEART.
The Lord will happiness divine
On contrite hearts bestow;
A contrite heart, or no?
I hear, but seem to hear in vain,
Insensible as steel;
To find I cannot feel.
I sometimes think myself inclined
To love thee, if I could;
Averse to all that's good.
My best desires are faint and few,
But when I cry, "My strength renew!'!
Thy saints aie comforted, I know,
I therefore go where others go,
O make this heart rejoice or ache;
Decide this doubt for me;
And heal it if it be!
X.—THE FUTURE PEACE AND GLORY OF THE CHURCH.
Isaiah ix. 15-20.
Hear what God the Lord hath spoken,
You shall name your walls. Salvation,
"There, like streams that feed the garden.
"Ye no more your suns descending,
XI.-JEHOVAH OUR RIGHTEOUSNESS. Jer. xxhi. 6.
My God, how perfect are thy ways!
But mine polluted are;
And slides into my prayer.
When I would speak what thou hast done
To save me from my sm,
But self-applause creeps in.
Divine desire, that holy flame
Thy grace creates in me; Alas! impatience is its name,
When it returns to thee.
This heart, a fountain of vile thoughts,
How does it overflow,
Still bubbling from below.
Let others in the gaudy dress
Of fancied merit shine;
The Lord for ever mine.