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6 Satan will not be braved
3 He cheers my heart, my want supplies, By such a worm as I;
And says that I shall shortly be
Enthron'd with him above the skies,
Oh! what a friend is Christ to me,
4 But, ah! my inmost spirit mourns, And use the sling of prayer;
And well my eyes with tears may swim, Thus arm'd, when Satan sees us,
To think of my perverse returns ;
I've been a faithless friend to him.
Neglect, distrust, and disobey,
And often Satan's lies believe,
Sooner than all my Friend can say.
6 He bids me always freely come,
And promises whate'er I ask;
But I am straiten'd, cold, and dumb, 1 How David, when by sin deceivid, And count my privilege a task. From bad to worse went on!
7 Before the world, that hates his cause, For when the Holy Spirit's griev'd,
My treach'rous heart has throbb’d with Our strength and guard are gone.
shame; 2 His eye on Bathsheba once fix'd,
Loth to forego the world's applause, With poison fill'd his soul ;
I hardly dare avow his name. He ventur'd on adult'ry next,
8 Sure, were not I most vile and base, And murder crownd the whole.
I could not thus my Friend requite ! 3 So from a spark of fire at first,
And were not he the God of grace, That has not been descried,
He'd frown, and spurn me from his sight. A dreadful flame has often burst, And ravag'd far and wide.
I. KINGS. 4 When sin deceives, it hardens too,
For though he vainly sought
Ask what I shall give Thee. Chap. iii. 5. 5 He neither would nor could repent, 1 Come, my soul, thy suit prepare, No true compunction felt;
Jesus loves to answer prayer; Till God in mercy Nathan sent,
He himself has bid thee pray, His stubborn heart to melt.
Therefore will not say thee nay. 6 The parable held forth a fact,
2 Thou art coming to a King,* Design'd his case to show;
Large petitions with thee bring; But though the picture was exact,
For his grace and power are such, Himself he did not know.
None can ever ask too much. 7 " Thou art the man,” the prophet said, 3 With my burden I begin, That word his slumber broke;
Lord, remove this load of sin! And when he own'd his sin, and prayed, Let thy blood, for sinners spilt, The Lord forgiveness spoke.
Set my conscience free from guilt. 8 Let those who think they stand beware, 4 Lord, I come to thee for rest, For David stood before;
Take possession of my breast; Nor let the fallen soul despair,
There thy blood-bought right maintain, For mercy can restore.
And without a rival reign.
Answers the beholder's face;
Thus unto my heart appear,
6 While I am a pilgrim here,
As my Guide, my Guard, my Friend. Jesus, the Saviour, is his name;
Lead me to my journey's end. He freely loves, and without end.
7 Show me what I have to do, 2 He ransom'd me from hell with blood,
Ev'ry hour my strength renew; And by his power my foes control'd;
Let me live a life of faith, He found me, wand'ring far from God,
Let me die thy people's death. And brought me to his chosen fold.
+ Psalm lxxxi. 10.
I ask to serve thee here below,
And reign with thee above. 1 If Solomon for wisdom prayed,
7 Teach me to live by faith, The Lord before had made him wise,
Conform my will to thine; Else he another choice had made,
Let me victorious be in death, And ask'd for what the worldlings prize.
And then in glory shine. 2 T'hus he invites his people still ;
8 If thou these blessings give, He first instructs them how to choose,
And wilt my portion be, Then bids them ask whate'er they will,
Cheerful the world's poor toys I leave Assur'd that he will not refuse.
To them who know not thee. 3 Our wishes would our ruin prove, Could we our wretched choice obtain,
HYMN XXXIV, Before we feel the Saviour's love
The Queen of Sheba. Chap. x. 1-9. Kindle our love to him again.
1 From Sheba a distant report, 4 But'when our hearts perceive his worth, Of Solomon's glory and fame,
Desires, till then unknown, take place; Invited the queen to his court,
But all was outdone when she came; But pant for holiness and grace.
She cried, with a pleasing surprise, 5 And dost thou say, “ Ask what thou wilt ?"
When first she before him appear'd, Lord, I would seize the golden hour;
“How much what I see with my eyes, I pray to be releas'd from guilt,
Surpasses the rumour I heard !" And freed from sin and Satan's power. 2 When once to Jerusalem come, 6 More of thy presence, Lord, impart, The treasure and train she had brought, More of thine image let me bear;
The wealth she possessed at home, Erect thy throne within my heart,
No longer had place in her thought; And reign without a rival there.
His house, his attendants, his throne, 7 Give me to read my pardon seald,
All struck her with wonder and awe: And from thy joy to draw my strength;
The glory of Solomon shone To have thy boundless love reveald, In every object she saw.
In all its height, and breadth, and length. 3 But Solomon most she admir'd, 8 Grant these requests, I ask no more,
Whose spirit conducted the whole; But to thy care the rest resign;
His wisdom, which God had inspir'd, Sick, or in health, or rich, or poor,
His bounty and greatness of soul;
Of all the hard questions she put,
Exceeded her wish and her suit,
And more than she ask'd him bestowed.
4 Thus I, when the gospel proclaim'a 1 BEHOLD the throne of grace!
The Saviour's great name in my ears, The promise calls me near;
The wisdom for which he is fam’d, There Jesus shows a smiling face,
The love which to sinners he bears; And waits to answer prayer.
I long'd, and I was not denied,
That I in his presence might bow; 2 That rich atoning blood,
I saw, and transported I cried,
“A greater than Solomon thou!"
5 My conscience no comfort could find, 3 My soul, ask what thou wilt,
By doubts and hard questions opposed ; Thou canst not be too bold;
But he restor'd peace to my mind,
And answer'd each doubt I proposed, Since his own blood for thee he spilt, What else can he withhold?
Beholding me poor and distress'd,
His bounty supplied all my wants; 4 Beyond thy utmost wants,
My prayer could have never express'd
So much as this Solomon grants.
6 I heard, and was slow to believe,
But now with my eyes I behold, 5 Since 'tis the Lord's command,
Much more than my heart could conceive My mouth I open wide ;
Or language could ever have told.
How happy thy servants must be,
Who always before thee appear! 6 Thinc image, Lord, bestow,
Vouchsafe, Lord, this blessing to me, Thy presence and thy love,
I find it is good to be here. VOL. II.
Yet have no cause to fear distress,
For Jesus is their friend. Elijah fed by Ravens.* Chap. xvii. 6. 1 Elijah's example declares,
5 Then let no doubt your mind assail : Whatever distress may betide,
Remember God has said,
“ The cruise and barrel shall not fail, The saints may commit all their cares To him who will surely provide :
My people shall be fed.” When rain long withheld from the earth, 6 And thus, though faint, it often seems, Occasioned a famine of bread,
He keeps their grace alive; The prophet, secur'd from the dearth, Supplied by his refreshing streams, By ravens was constantly fed.
Their dying hopes revive. 2 More likely to rob than to feed,
7 Though in ourselves we have no stock, Were ravens who live upon prey:
The Lord is nigh to save :
And 'tis but ask and have.
HYMN XXXVII. 3 Nor is it a singular case,
Jericho; or, the Waters healed. The wonder is often renew'd;
Chap. ii. 19–22. And many can say to his praise,
1 Though Jericho pleasantly stood, He sends them by ravens their food :
And look'd like a promising soil;
The harvest produc'd little food,
To answer the husbandman's toil.
The water some property had, Against their own wills can be kind.
Which poisonous prov'd to the ground; 4 Thus Satan, that raven unclean,
The springs were corrupted and bad, Who croaks in the ears of the saints,
The streams spread a barrenness round. Compell’d by a power unseen, Administers oft to their wants ;
2 But soon by the cruise and the salt, God teaches them how to find food,
Prepar’d by Elijah's command, From all the temptations they feel :
The water was cur'd of its fault, This raven who thirsts for my blood,
And plenty enriched the land :
An emblem sure this of the grace, Has help'd me to many a meal.
On fruitless dead sinners bestow'd; 5 How safe and how happy are they,
For man is in Jericho's case,
Till cured by the mercy of God.
What knowledge, invention, and skill !
How large and extensive his schemes ! All creatures obey his command :
How much can he do if he will ! Then let me rejoice in his name,
His zeal to be learned and wise And leave all my cares in his hand.
Will yield to no limits and bars;
He measures the earth and the skies, HYMN XXXVI.
And numbers and marshals the stars. The Meal and Cruise of Oil. Chap. xvii. 16. 4 Yet still he is barren of good; 1 By the poor widow's oil and meal
In vain are his talents and art; Elijah was sustaind;
For sin has infected his blood, Though small the stock, it lasted well,
And poison'd the springs of his heart: For God the store maintain'd.
Though cockatrice eggs he can hatch,* 2 It seem'd as if from day to day,
Or, spider-like, cobwebs can weave;
"Tis madness to labour and watch They were to eat and die;
For what will destroy or deceive.
5 But grace, like the salt in the cruise,
When cast in the spring of the soul, 3 Thus to his poor he still will give
A wonderful change will produce, Just for the present hour:
Diffusing new life through the whole; But for to-morrow they must live
The wilderness blooms like a rose, Upon his word and power.
The heart which was vile and abhorr'd, 4 No barn or store-house they possess, Now fruitful and beautifi l grows, On which they can depend;
The garden and joy of the Lord.
* Book III. Hymn xlvii.
* Isa. lix. 5.
For one beneath the yielding stream, Naaman. Chap. v. 14.
A borrowed axe had dropped. 1 BEFORE Elisha's gate
5 “Alas! it was not mine (he said,)
How shall I make it good ?".
Elisha heard, and when he prayed,
The iron swam like wood.
A miracle performs; 2 Have I this journey come,
It shows his condescending care
Of poor unworthy worms.
7 Though kings and nations, in his view Would washing make me clean;
Are but as motes and dust; Why must I wash in Jordan's flood ?
His eye and ear are fixed on you, Damascus' rivers are as good.
Who in his mercy trust. 3 Thus, by his foolish pride,
8 Not one concern of ours is small,
If we belong to him;
To teach us this, the Lord of all
Once made the iron swim.
More with us than with them. Chap. vi. 16, From sin he set me free,
1 Alas! Elisha's servant cried, When first I heard his fame;
When he the Syrian army spied ; Surely, thought I, my pompous train
But he was soon released from care, Of vows and tears will notice gain.
In answer to the prophet's prayer. 5 My heart devis'd the way
2 Straightway he saw, with other eyes, Which I suppos'd he'd take,
A greater army from the skies,
A fiery guard around the hill:-
Thus are the saints preserved still,
3 When Satan and his host appear, I to performance seem'd inclin'd.
Like him of old, I faint and fear; 6 When by his word he spake,
Like him, by faith, with joy I see, “ Thai fountain opened see;
A greater host engaged for me. 'Twas opened for thy sake,
4 The saints espouse my cause by prayer, Go wash, and thou art free.”
The angels make my soul their care; Oh! how did my proud heart gainsay; Mine is the promise sealed with blood, I fear'd to trust this simple way.
And Jesus lives to make it good.
I wash'd, and I was cur'd:
HYMN XLI. Which cleans'd a wretch so vile as I.
Faith's Review and Expectation,
Chap. xvii. 16, 17.
1 AMAZING grace! (how sweet the sound) The borrowed Axe. Chap. vi. 5, 6.
That sav'd a wretch like me! 1 The prophet's sons, in times of old, I once was lost, but now am found, Though to appearance poor,
Was blind, but now I see. Were rich, without possessing gold, 2 'Twas grace that taught my heart to fear And honoured, though obscure.
And grace my fears reliev'd; 2 In peace their daily bread they ate, How precious did that grace appear, By honest labour earned;
The hour I first believ'd. While daily at Elisha's feet,
3 Through many dangera, toils, and snares, They grace and wisdom learned.
I have already come; 3 The prophet's presence cheer'd their toil, 'Tis grace has brought me safe thus far, They watch'd the words he spoke!
And grace will lead me home. Whether they turnd the furrow'd soil, 4 The Lord has promis'd good to me, Or felld the spreading oak.
His word my hope secures; 4 Once as they listened to his theme, He will my shield and portion be, Their conference was stopped;
As long as life endures.
5 Yea, when this heart and flesh shall fail, And when I read his holy word, And mortal life shall cease;
I call'd each promise mine. I shall possess, within the vail,
5 Then to his saints I often spoke A life of joy and peace.
Of what his love had done;
For all my joys are gone.
6 Now, when the ev’ning shade prevails,
My soul in darkness mourns;
And when the morn the light reveals, NEHEMIAH.
No light to me returns.
For Jesus hides his face;
I read,--the promise meets my eyes,
8 Now Satan threatens to prevail, 1 Joy is a fruit that will not grow
And make my soul his prey;
Yet, Lord, thy mercies cannot fail,
O come without delay!
The Change.* Ibid. 3 A bleeding Saviour, seen by faith,
1 Saviour, shine, and cheer my soul, A sense of pard’ning love,
Bid my dying hopes revive; A hope that triumphs over death,
Make my wounded spirit whole, Give joys like those above.
Far away the tempter drive; 4 To take a glimpse within the vail,
Speak the word, and set me free,
Let me live alone to thee.
Wilt thou still refuse to hear; 5 These are the joys which satisfy,
Wilt thou not return again, And sanctify the mind;
Must I yield to black despair ? Which make the spirit mount on high,
Thou hast taught my heart to pray, And leave the world behind.
Canst thou turn thy face away? 6 No more, believers, mourn your lot, 3 Once I thought my mountain strong, But if you are the Lord's,
Firmly fix'd, no more to move; Resign to them that know him not
Then thy grace was all my song, Such joys as earth affords.
Then my soul was fill'd with love ;
Sweetly spent in prayer and praise.
4 When my friends have said, " Beware,
Soon or late you 'll find a change,”
I could see no cause for fear,
Vain their caution seem'd, and strange :
Not a cloud obscur'd my sky,
Could I think a tempest nigh? 1 SWEET was the time when first I felt The Saviour's pard'ning blood
5 Little, then, myself I knew, Applied to cleanse my soul from guilt,
Little thought of Satan's power; And bring me home to God.
Now I find their words were true,
Now I feel the stormy hour! 2 Soon as the morn the light reveald,
Sin has put my joys to flight,
Sin has chang'd my day to night.
6 Satan asks, and mocks my woe, 3 In vain the tempter spread his wiles,
“Boaster, where is now your God;" The world no more could charm;
Silence, Lord, this cruel foe, I lived upon my Saviour's smiles,
Let him know I'm bought with blood : And lean'd upon his arm.
Tell him, since I know thy name,
Though I change, thou art the same. 4 In prayer my soul drew near the Lord, And saw his glory shine;
* Book II. Hymn xxxiv, and Book III. Hyma xxxvi.