So unaccustomed to the yoke,

So backward to comply.
With grief my just reproach I bear;

Shame fills me at the thought,
How frequent my rebellions were,

What wickedness I wrought.
Thy merciful restraint I scorned,

And left the pleasant road;
Yet turn me, and I shall be turned !

Thou art the Lord my God. “Is Ephraim banished from my thoughts,

Or vile in my esteem? No," saith the Lord, “ with all his faults,

I still remember him. “Is he a dear and pleasant child ?

Yes, dear and pleasant still ; Though sin his foolish heart beguiled,

And he withstood my will. “My sharp rebuke has laid him low,

He seeks my face again ; My pity kindles at his woe,

He shall not seek in vain.”


Ezek. xxxvi. 25-28. The Lord proclaims his grace abroad ! “Behold, I change your hearts of stone ; Each shall renounce his idol-god, And serve, henceforth, the Lord alone. My grace, a flowing stream, proceeds To wash your filthiness away ; Ye shall abhor your former deeds, And learn my statutes to obey. My truth the great design ensures, I give myself away to you ; You shall be mine, I will be yours, Your God unalterably true. Yet not unsought, or unimplored, The plenteous grace shall I confer ; No--your whole hearts shall seek the Lord, I'll put a praying spirit there. From the first breath of life divine, Down to the last expiring hour, The gracious work shall all be mine, Begun and ended in my power."

The types and figures were a glass,
In which they saw a Saviour's face.
The paschal sacrifice

And blood-besprinkled door,
Seen with enlightened eyes,

And once applied with power,
Would teach the need of other blood,
To reconcile an angry God.
The Lamb, the Dove, set forth

His perfect innocence,
Whose blood of matchless worth

Should be the soul's defence;
For he who can for sin atone,
Must have no failings of his own.
The scape-goat on his head

The people's trespass bore,
And to the desert led,

Was to be seen no more :
In him our Surety seemed to say,
“Behold, I bear your sins away.
Dipt in his fellow's blood,

The living bird went free;
The type, well understood,

Expressed the sinner's plea ;
Described a guilty soul enlarged,
And by a Saviour's death discharged.
Jesus, I love to trace,

Throughout the sacred page,
The footsteps of thy grace,

The same in every age!
O grant that I may faithful be
To clearer light vouchsafed to me!




Rev. iii. 1-6.
" WRITE to Sardis," saith the Lord,

"And write what he declares,
He whose Spirit, and whose word,

Upholds the seven stars :
All thy works and ways I search,

Find thy zeal and love decayed ;
Thou art called a living church,

But thou art cold and dead.
“ Watch, remember, seek, and strive,

Exert thy former pains ;
Let thy timely care revive,

And strengthen what remains ;



Cleanse thine heart, thy works amend,

Former times to mind recall,
Lest my sudden stroke descend,

And smite thee once for all.
“Yet I number now in thee

A few that are upright ;
These my Father's face shall see,

And walk with me in white.
When in judgment I appear,

They for mine shall be confest;
Let my faithful servants hear,-

And woe be to the rest!"

Bestow, dear Lord, upon our youth,

The gift of saving grace ;
And let the seed of sacred truth

Fall in a fruitful place.
Grace is a plant, where'er it grows,

Of pure and heavenly root ;
But fairest in the youngest shows,

And yields the sweetest fruit.
Ye careless ones, O hear betimes

The voice of sovereign love!
Your youth is stained with many crimes,

But mercy reigns above.
True, you are young, but there's a stone

Within the youngest breast;
Or half the crimes which you have done

Would rob you of your rest.
For you the public prayer is made ;

Oh, join the public prayer !
For you the secret tear is shed;

Oh, shed yourselves a tear!
We pray that you may early prove

The Spirit's power to teach ;
You cannot be too young to love

That Jesus whom we preach.


Sin has undone our wretched race;

But Jesus has restored,
And brought the sinner face to face

With his forgiving Lord.
This we repeat from year to year,

And press upon our youth ;

Come thou, and fill this wider space,
And bless us with a large increase.
Lord, we are few, but thou art near ;
Nor short thine arm, nor deaf thine ear;
Oh, rend the heavens, come quickly down,
And make a thousand hearts thine own.

This is the feast of heavenly wine,

And God invites to sup;
The juices of the living vine

Were pressed to fill the cup.
Oh ! bless the Saviour, ye that eat,

With royal dainties fed ;
Not heaven affords a costlier treat,

For Jesus is the bread.
The vile, the lost, he calls to them ;

Ye trembling souls, appear !
The righteous in their own esteem

Have no acceptance here.
Approach, ye poor, nor dare refuse

The banquet spread for you;
Dear Saviour, this is welcome news,

Then I may venture too.
If guilt and sin afford a plea,

And may obtain a place,
Surely the Lord will welcome me,

And I shall see his face.


The Saviour, what a noble flame

Was kindled in his breast,
When hasting to Jerusalem,

He marched before the rest !
Good will to men, and zeal for God,

His every thought engross;
He longs to be baptized with blood,

He pants to reach the cross !
With all his suffering full in view,

And 'woes to us unknown,
Forth to the task his spirit few ;

'Twas love that urged him on.
Lord, we return thee what we can:

Our hearts shall sound abroad,

Salvation to the dying Man,

And to the rising God !
And while thy bleeding glories here

Engage our wondering eyes,
We learn our lighter cross to bear,

And hasten to the skies.

What various hindrances we meet
In coming to a mercy-seat !
Yet who that knows the worth of prayer,
But wishes to be often there?
Prayer makes the darkened cloud withdraw,
Prayer climbs the ladder Jacob saw,
Gives exercise to faith and love,
Brings every blessing from above.
Restraining prayer, we cease to fight;
Prayer makes the Christian's armour bright;
And Satan trembles when he sees
The weakest saint upon his knees.
While Moses stood with arms spread wide,
Success was found on Israel's side ;
But when through weariness they failed
That moment Amalek prevailed.
Have you no words ? Ah ! think again,
Words flow apace when you complain,
And fill your fellow-creature's ear
With the sad tale of all your care.
Were half the breath thus vainly spent
To heaven in supplication sent,
Your cheerful song would oftener be,
“Hear what the Lord has done for me."


The Spirit breathes upon the word,

And brings the truth to sight;
Precepts and promises afford.

A sanctifying light.
A glory gilds the sacred page,

Majestic like the sun ;
It gives a light to every age,

It gives, but borrows none.
The hand that gave it still supplies

The gracious light and heat ;

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