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His robe is of the ethereal dye,
His steps are dignity and grace.
Nor stoops to take applause from earth ;
The expenses of his heavenly birth.
Ordained to fill a throne above;
His kingdom of eternal love!
Methinks from earth I see him rise!
And shout him welcome to the skies!
LII.-LIVELY HOPE AND GRACIOUS FEAR.
I was a groveling creature once,
And basely cleaved to earth;
The clod that gave me birth.
And sent me from above
The wings of joy and love.
And there delighted stand,
The spacious promised land.
Has promised it to me,
As far as faith can see.
To thee for help I call;
Oh save me, lest I fall!
My strength is not my own;
And none shall cast me down.
LIII.-FOR THE POOR.
And wept o'er Ishmael,
A message from the Lord was sent
To guide her to a well.
Convince us at this day,
Provisions by the way?
The promise is secure;
“Their water shall be sure.”
Than all earth's dainties are;
Though in the meanest fare.
Nor murmur at your lot;
You shall not be forgot.
LIV.-MY SOUL THIRSTETH FOR GOD.
The vain delights of earth to share ;
That I should seek my pleasures there.
First weaned my soul from earthly things;
The mirth of fools and pomp of kings.
That quickens all things where it flows,
Bloom as the myrtle, or the rose.
No longer sink below the brim;
A living and life-giving stream!
The notice of thy Father's eye,
Or yields him meaner fruit than I.
LV.-LOVE CONSTRAINING TO OBEDIENCE. No strength of nature can suffice
To serve the Lord aright :
And what she has she misapplies,
For want of clearer light.
In bondage and distress;
But toiled without success.
Was more than I could do ;
I feel I hate it too.
A righteousness to raise ;
I freely choose his ways.
“That I may worthier grow?"
Is my inquiry now.
And hear his pardoning voice,
And duty into choice.
LVI.-THE HEART HEALED AND CHANGED BY MERCY.
Sin enslaved me many years,
And led me bound and blind ;
Came swarming o'er my mind.
“Will these sinful pleasures end ?
And make the Lord my friend ?”
The gospel to enforce ;
I chose a legal course :
Scarce would show my face abroad,
A stranger still to God.
Long time did I rebel ;
Down at his feet I fell :
And subdued me to his sway ;
By a simple word he spoke,
LVII.-HATRED OF SIN. Holy Lord God! I love thy truth,
Nor dare thy least commandment slight; Yet pierced by sin, the serpent's tooth,
I mourn the anguish of the bite. But though the poison lurks within,
Hope bids me still with patience wait; Till death shall set me free from sin,
Free from the only thing I hate. Had I a throne above the rest,
Where angels and archangels dwell, One sin, unslain, within my breast,
Would make that heaven as dark as hell. The prisoner sent to breathe fresh air,
And blessed with liberty again, Would mourn were he condemned to wear
One link of all his former chain. But, oh! no foe invades the bliss,
When glory crowns the Christian's head ; One view of Jesus as he is
Will strike all sin for ever dead.
LVIII.-THE NEW CONVERT. The new-born child of gospel grace,
Like some fair tree when summer's nigh, Beneath Emmanuel's shining face
Lifts up his blooming branch on high. No fears he feels, he sees no foes,
No conflict yet his faith employs, Nor has he learnt to whom he owes
The strength and peace his soul enjoys. But sin soon darts its cruel sting,
And comforts sinking day by day, What seemed his own, a self-fed spring,
Proves but a brook that glides away. When Gideon armed his numerous host,
The Lord soon made his numbers less : And said, “Lest Israel vainly boast,
'My arm procured me this success.' Thus will he bring our spirits down,
And draw our ebbing comforts low,
That saved by grace, but not our own, We may not claim the praise we owe.
LIX.--TRUE AND FALSE COMFORTS.
The sin-sick soul revives,
Thy shining presence gives.
Who with a graceless heart
Prepared by Satan's art.
Who while they boast their light,
Are plunging into night.
They sin and yet rejoice;
Would they not hear his voice ?
The soul from Satan's power ;
And hate my sin the more.
At thy dear feet to lie;
And none can higher fly.
LX.-A LIVING AND A DEAD FAITH. The Lord receives his highest praise
From humble minds and hearts sincere ; While all the loud professor says
Offends the righteous Judge's ear.
To mark the precepts' holy light,
Show who are pleasing in his sight.
To purchase pardon for his own ; Nor will a soul by grace restored
Return the Saviour words alone. With golden bells, the priestly vest,
And rich pomegranates bordered round,