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MATTHEW.

HYMN LXXXI.
The Beggar. Chap. vii. 7, 8.
1 Encourag’d by thy word

Of promise to the poor,
Behold, a beggar, Lord,

Waits at thy mercy's door!
No hand, no heart, O Lord, but thine,
Can help or pity wants like mine.
2 The beggar's usual plea,

Relief from men to gain,
If offer'd unto thee,

I know thou would'st disdain ;
And pleas which move thy gracious ear,
Are such as men would scorn to hear.
3 I have no right to say,

That though I now am poor,
Yet once there was a day

When I possessed more;
Thou know'st that, from my very birth,
I've been the poorest wretch on earth.
4 Nor can I dare profess,

As beggars often do,
Though great is my distress,

My wants have been but few;
If thou should'st leave my soul to starve,
It would be what I well deserve.
5 "Twere folly to pretend

I never begg'd before;
Or if thou now befriend,

I 'll trouble thee no more:
Thou often hast reliev'd my pain,
And often I must come again.
6 Though crumbs are much too good

For such a dog as I,
No less than children's food

My soul can satisfy:
O do not frown and bid me go,
I must have all thou canst bestow.
7 Nor can I willing be

Thy bounty to conceal
From others who, like me,

Their wants and hunger feel :
I'll teil them of thy mercy's store,
And try to send a thousand more.
8 Thy thoughts, thou only wise!

Our thoughts and ways transcend,
Far as the arched skies

Above the earth extend :*
Such pleas as mine men would not hear,
But God receives a beggar's prayer.

2 A while I would have pass'd for well,

And strove my spots to hide: Till it broke out incurable,

Too plain to be denied.
3 Then from the saints I thought to flee,

And dreaded to be seen:
I thought they all would point at me,

And cry, "Unclean, unclean !"
4 What anguish did my soul endure

Till hope and patience ceas'd !
The more I strove myself to cure,

The more the plague increas'd, 5 While thus I lay distress’d, I saw

The Saviour passing by;
To him, though fill’d with shame and awe,

I rais'd my mournful cry.
6 Lord, thou canst heal me if thou wilt,

For thou canst all things do;
O cleanse my leprous soul from guilt,

My filthy heart renew!
7 He heard, and, with a gracious look,

Pronounc'd the healing word; “I will,—be clean:" and while he spoke,

I felt my health restor’d.
8 Come, lepers, seize the present hour,

The Saviour's grace to prove;
He can relieve, for he is power;

He will, for he is love.

HYMN LXXXIII.

A sick Soul. Chap. ix. 12. 1 Physician of my sin-sick soul,

To thee I bring my case;
My raging malady control,

And heal me by thy grace. 2 Pity the anguish I endure,

See how I mourn and pine;
For never can I hope a cure

From any hand but thine. 3 I would disclose my whole complaint,

But where shall I begin?
No words of mine can fully paint

That worst distemper, sin. 4 It lies not in a single part,

But through my frame is spread,
A burning fever in my heart,

A palsy in my head. 5 It makes me deaf, and dumb, and blind,

And impotent and lame;
And overclouds, and fills

my

mind
With folly, fear, and shame.
6 A thousand evil thoughts intrude,

Tumultuous, in my breast;
Which indispose me for my food,

And rob me of my rest.
7 Lord, I am sick, regard my cry,

And set my spirit free;
Say, canst thou let a sinner die,

Who longs to live to thee?

HYMN LXXXII.

The Leper. Chap. viii. 2, 3. 1 Oft as the leper's case I read,

My own describ'd I feel;
Sin is a leprosy indeed,

Which none but Christ can heal,

Isaiah lv. 8, 9.

HYMN LXXXIV.

Jesus ere long will weed the crop,
Satan returning. Chap. xii. 43–45. And pluck the tares in anger up.
1 When Jesus claims the sinner's heart, 2 Will it relieve their horrors there,
Where Satan ruled before;

To recollect their stations here?
The evil spirit must depart,

How much they heard, how much they And dares return no more.

knew, 2 But when he goes without constraint, How long amongst the wheat they grew ?

And wanders from his home, Although withdrawn, 'tis but a feint,

3 O this will aggravate their case, He means again to come.

They perish'd under means of grace:

To them the word of life and faith 3 Some outward change perhaps is seen,

Became an instrument of death.
If Satan quit the place;
But though the house seem swept and clean, 4 We seem alike when thus we meet,
'Tis destitute of grace.

Strangers might think we all are wheat; 4 Except the Saviour dwell and reign

But to the Lord's all-searching eyes, Within the sinner's mind,

Each heart appears without disguise. Satan, when he returns again,

5 The tares are spar'd for various ends, Will easy entrance find.

Some for the sake of praying friends; 5 With rage, and malice seven-fold,

Others the Lord, against their will,
He then resumes his sway,

Employs his counsels to fulfil.
No more by checks to be control'd,
No more to go away.

6 But though they grow so tall and strong, 6 The sinner's former state was bad,

His plan will not require them long: But worse the latter far:

In harvest, when he saves his own, He lives possessed, blind, and mad,

The tares shall into hell be thrown.
And dies in dark despair.
7 Lord save me from this dreadful end,

HYMN LXXXVII.
And from this heart of mine!
O drive and keep away the fiend,

Peter walking upon the Water.

Chap. xiv. 28–31. Who fears no voice but thine!

1 A word from Jesus calms the sea,
HYMN LXXXV.

The stormy wind controls,
The Sower. Chap. xiii. 3.

And gives repose and liberty 1 Ye sons of earth, prepare the plough,

To tempest-tossed souls. Break up your fallow-ground:

2 To Peter on the waves he came, The sower is gone forth to sow,

And gave him instant peace: And scatter blessings round.

Thus he to me reveal’d his name,

And bid my sorrows cease. 2 The seed that finds a stony soil Shoots forth a hasty blade,

3 Then, fill’d with wonder, joy, and love, But ill repays the sower's toil,

Peter's request was mine: Soon wither'd, scorch'd, and dead. Lord, call me down, I long to prove 3 The thorny ground is sure to

That I am wholly thine. All hopes of harvest there :

4 Unmov'd at all I have to meet We find a tall and sickly stalk,

On life's tempestuous sea, But not the fruitful ear.

Hard shall be easy, bitter sweet, 4 The beaten path and high-way side

So I may follow thee. Receive the trust in vain;

5 He heard and smild, and bid me try: The watchful birds the spoil divide,

I eagerly obeyed; And pick up all the grain.

But when from him I turn'd my eye, 5 But where the Lord of grace and

power

How was my soul dismayed. Has bless'd the happy field,

6 The storm increas'd on ev'ry side, How plenteous is the golden store

I felt my spirit shrink,
The deep-wrought furrows yield. And soon, with Peter, loud I cried,
Father of mercies, we have need

Lord, save me or I sink !"
Of thy preparing grace:

7 Kindly he caught me by the hand, Let the same hand that gives the seed And said, "Why dost thou fear? Provide a fruitful place.

C.

Since thou art come to my command.

And I am always near.
HYMN LXXXVI.

8 “Upon my promise rest thy hope,
The Wheat and Tares. Chap. xiii. 37–42. And keep my love in view:
1 Though in the outward church below I stand engag'd to hold thee up,
The wheat and tarcs together grow,

And guide thee sately through."

HYMN LXXXVIII.

They purpose to make up full weight, Woman of Canaan. Chap. xv. 22—28. By casting his name in the scale. 1 PRAYER an answer will obtain,

4 Some style him the Pearl of great price,

And
Though the Lord a while delay:

say

he's the fountain of joys; None shall seek his face in vain,

Yet feed upon folly and vice, None be empty sent away.

And cleave to the world and its toys:

Like Judas, the Saviour they kiss, 2 When the woman came from Tyre, And, while they salute him, betray; And for help to Jesus sought,

Ah! what will profession like this Though he granted her desire,

Avail in the terrible day? Yet at first he answer'd not.

5 If ask'd, what of Jesus I think? 3 Could she guess at his intent,

Though still my best thoughts are but poor, When he to his followers said,

I say, He's my meat and my drink, "I to Israel's sheep am sent,

My life, and my strength, and my store; Dogs must not have children's bread.” My shepherd, my husband, my friend,

My Saviour from sin and from thrall; 4 She was not of Israel's seed,

My hope from beginning to end,
But of Canaan's wretched race,

My portion, my Lord, and my all.
Thought herself a dog indeed:
Was not this a hopeless case ?

HYMN XC. 5 Yet although from Canaan sprung,

The foolish Virgins.* Chap. xxv. 1. Though a dog herself she styld,

1 WHEN, descending from the sky, She had Israel's faith and tongue,

The Bridegroom shall appear, And was own'd for Abrah'm's child.

And the solemn midnight cry 6 From his words she draws a plea:

Shall call professors near, “ Though unworthy children's bread,

How the sound our hearts will damp! 'Tis enough for one like me

How will shame o'erspread each face! If with crumbs I may be fed.”

If we only have a lamp,

Without the oil of grace. 7 Jesus then his heart reveal'd:

2 Foolish virgins then will wake, “ Woman, canst thou thus believe?

And seek for a supply; I to thy petition yield;

But in vain the pains they take, All that thou canst wish, receive.”

To borrow or to buy. 8 'Tis a pattern set for us,

Then with those they now despise, How we ought to wait and pray:

Earnestly they wish to share; None who plead and wrestle thus,

But the best among the wise Shall be empty sent away.

Will have no oil to spare.

3 Wise they are, and truly blest, HYMN LXXXIX.

Who then shall ready be ! What think ye of Christ? Chap. xxii. 42. But despair will seize the rest,

And dreadful misery; 1 What think ye of Christ? is the test To try both your state and your scheme,

Once they 'll cry, we scorn to doubt, You cannot be right in the rest,

Though in lies our trust we put;

Now our lamp of hope is out,
Unless you think rightly of him.

The door of
As Jesus appears in your view,
As he is beloved or not;

4 If they then presume to plead, So God is disposed to you,

“ Lord, open to us now ; And mercy or wrath is your lot.

We on earth have heard and prayed, 2 Some take him a creature to be,

And with thy saints did bow:"

He will answer from his throne, A man, or an angel at most;

Though you with my people mix'd, Sure these have not feelings like me,

Yet to me ye ne'er were known;
Nor know themselves wretched and lost:

Depart, your doom is fix'd."
So guilty, so helpless am I,
I durst not confide in his blood,

5 O that none who worship here Nor on his protection rely,

May hear that word, “ Depart," Unless I were sure he is God.

Lord, impress a godly fear

On each professor's heart: 3 Some call him a Saviour, in word,

Help us, Lord, to search the camp,
But mix their own works with his plan, Let us not ourselves beguile;
And hope he his help will afford,

Trusting to a dying lamp,
When they have done all that they can. Without a stock of oil.
If doings prove rather too light
(A little, they own, they may fail,)

• Book III. Hymn lxxii. VOL. II.

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mercy shut.

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HYMN XCI.

3 “Satan, though thou fain wouldst have it. Peler sinning and repenting.

Know this soul is none of thine;
Chap. xxvi. 73.

I have shed my blood to save it,

Now I challenge it for mine:* 1 WHEN Peter boasted, soon he fell,

Though it long has thee resembled, Yet was by grace restor'd;

Henceforth it shall me obey." His case should be regarded well

Thus he spoke, while Satan trembled, By all who fear the Lord.

Gnash'd his teeth, and fled away. 2 A voice it has, and helping hand,

4 Thus my frantic soul he healed, Backsliders to recall;

Bid my sins and sorrow cease; And cautions those who think they stand,

“ Take,” said he, my pardon sealed, Lest suddenly they fall.

I have sav'd thee, go in peace:" 3 He said, “ Whatever others do,

Rather take me, Lord, to heaven, With Jesus I'll abide;"'

Now thy love and grace I know; Yet soon, amidst a murd'rous crew,

Since thou hast my sins forgiven, His suffering Lord denied.

Why should I remain below! 4 He who had been so bold before,

5 “Love,” he said, "will sweeten labours, Now trembled like a leaf;

Thou hast something yet to do; Not only lied, but curs’d and swore, Go and tell your friends and neighbours To gain the more belief.

What my love has done for you: 5 When he blasphem'd, he heard the cock, Live to manifest my glory, And Jesus look'd in love;

Wait for heaven a little space; At once, as if by lightning struck,

Sinners, when they hear thy story, His tongue forebore to move.

Will repent, and seek my face."
6 Deliver'd thus from Satan's snare,
He starts as from a sleep;

HYMN XCIII.
His Saviour's look he could not bear,
But hasted forth to weep.

The Ruler's Daughter raised.

Chap. v. 39–42. 7 But sure the faithful cock had crow'd A hundred times in vain,

1 Could the creatures help or ease us, Had not the Lord that look bestow'd,

Seldom should we think of prayer; The meaning to explain.

Few, if any, come to Jesus,

Till reduc'd to self-despair; 8 As J, like Peter, vows have made,

Long we either slight or doubt him; Yet acted Peter's part;

But when all the means we try So conscience, like the cock, upbraids

Prove we cannot do without him, My base, ungrateful heart.

Then at last to him we cry. 9 Lord Jesus, hear a sinner's cry,

2 Thus the ruler, when his daughter My broken peace renew;

Suffer'd much, though Christ was nigh, And grant one pitying look, that I

Still deferr'd it till he thought her
May weep with Peter too.

At the very point to die:

Though he mourn'd for her condition,
MARK.

He did not entreat the Lord,
Till he found that no physician

But himself could help afford.
HYMN XCII.
The Legion dispossessed. Chap. v. 18, 19.3 Jesus did not once upbraid him,

That he had no sooner come;
I LEGION was my name by nature,

But a gracious answer made him, Satan rag'd within my breast;

And went straightway with him home: Never misery was greater,

Yet his faith was put to trial, Never sinner more possessid:

When his servants came, and said, Mischievous to all around me,

* Though he gave thee no denial. To myself the greatest foe;

'Tis too late, the child is dead." Thus I was when Jesus found me, Fill'd with madness, sin, and woe.

4 Jesus, to prevent his grieving,

Kindly spoke, and eas'd his pain; 2 Yet in this forlorn condition,

“ Be not fearful, but believing, When he came to set me free,

Thou shalt see her live again.' I replied to my Physician,

When he found the people weeping, “What have I to do with thee?"

“ Cease," he said; “no longer mourn; But he would not be prevented,

For she is not dead, but sleeping :"
Rescu'd me against my will;

Then they laughed him to scorn.
Had he staid till I consented.
I had been a captive still.

* Book IIL Hymn liv.

5 O thou meek and lowly Saviour,

How determind 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

And she liv'd at his command. 6 Fear not, then, distress'd believer,

Venture on his mighty name;
He is able to deliver,
And his love is still the same:
Can his pity or his power
Suffer thee to pray in vain?
Wait but his appointed hour,
And thy suit thou shalt obtain.

prey surrender'd,

But he ask'd, and Jesus granted,
Alms which none but he could give:
“Lord remove this grievous blindness
Let my eyes behold the day;"
Strait he saw, and, won by kindness,

Follow'd Jesus in the way.
3 Oh! methinks I hear him praising,

Publishing to all around,
“ Friends, is not my case amazing ?
What a Saviour I have found :
O that all the blind but knew him,
And would be advis'd by me!
Surely would they hasten to him,
He would cause them all to see."

HYMN XCIV.
But one Loaf.* Chap. viii. 14.
1 When the disciples crossed the lake

With but one loaf on board,
How strangely did their hearts mistake

The caution of their Lord! 2 “The leaven of the Pharisees

Beware," the Saviour said:
They thought, it is because he sees

We have forgotten bread.
3 It seems they had forgotten too,

What their own eyes had view'd; How with what scarce suffic'd for few,

He fed a multitude.
4 If five small loaves, by his command,

Could many thousands serve;
Might they not trust his gracious hand,

That they should never starve? 5 They oft his power and love had known,

And doubtless were to blame;
But we have reason good to own,

That we are just the same.
6 How often has he brought relief,

And every want supplied !
Yet soon, again, our unbelief

Says, “ Can the Lord provide ?" 7 Be thankful for one loaf today,

Though that be all your store; To-morrow, if you trust and pray,

Shall timely bring you more.

HYMN XCVI.
The House of Prayer. Chap. xi. 17.
1 Thy mansion is the christian's heart,

O Lord, thy dwelling-place secure!
Bid the unruly throng depart,

And leave the consecrated door. 2 Devoted as it is to thee,

A thievish swarm frequents this place;
They steal away my joys from me,

And rob my Saviour of his praise.
3 There, too, a sharp designing trade,

Sin, Satan, and the world maintain;
Nor cease to press me, and persuade

part with ease, and purchase pain. 4 I know them, and I hate their din,

Am weary of the bustling crowd;
But while their voice is heard within,

I cannot serve thee as I would.
5 Oh! for the joy thy presence gives,

What peace shall reign when thou art here;
Thy presence makes this den of thieves

A calm delightful house of prayer.
6 And if thou make thy temple shine,

Yet, self-abas'd, will I adore;
The gold and silver are not mine,
I give thee what was thine before. C.

HYMN XCV. Bartimeus. Chap. x. 47, 48. 1 “MERCY, O thou Son of David !”

Thus blind Bartimeus prayed;
“Others by this word are saved,
Now to me afford thine aid."
Many for his crying chid him,
But he called the louder still;
Till the gracious Saviour bid him,

Come, and ask me what you will." 2 Money was not what he wanted, Though by begging us’d to live ;

* Book III. Hymn lvii,

HYMN XCVII.
The blasted Fig-Tree. Chap. xi. 20.
1 ONE awful word which Jesus spoke

Against the tree which bore no fruit,
More piercing than the lightning's stroke,

Blasted and dried it to the root. 2 But could a tree the Lord offend

To make him show his anger thus?
He surely had a farther end,

To be a warning word to us.
3 The fig-tree by its leaves was known;

But having not a fig to show,
It brought a heavy sentence down,

“Let none hereafter on thee grow.” 4 Too many, who the gospel hear,

Whom Satan blinds, and sin deceives,
We to this fig-tree may compare,
They yield no fruit, but only leaves.

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