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Much has been forgiven to me,

Jesus paid my heavy score; What a creature must I be,

That I can love no more !

5 Knowledge, and zeal, and gifts, and talk,

Unless combin'd with faith and love,
And witness'd by a gospel-walk,

Will not a true profess on prove.
6 Without the fruit the Lord expects,

Knowledge will make our state the worse;
The barren trees he still rejects,

And soon will blast them with his curse. 7 O Lord, unite our hearts in prayer !

On each of us thy Spirit send,
That we the fruits of grace may bear,
And find acceptance in the end.


HYMN XCVIII. The two Debtors. Chap. viii. 47. 1 ONCE a woman silent stood,

While Jesus sat at meat;
From her eyes she pour'd a flood,

To wash his sacred feet;
Shame and wonder, joy and love,

All at once possess'd her mind,
That she e'er so vile could prove,

Yet now forgiveness find.
2 “How came this vile woman here?

Will Jesus notice such?
Sure, if he a prophet were,

He would disdain her touch !"
Simon thus, with scornful heart,

Slighted one whom Jesus lov'd;
But her Saviour took her part,

And thus his pride reprov’d:
3 “If two men in debt were bound,

One less, the other more,
Fifty, or five hundred pound,

And both alike were poor:
Should the lender both forgive,

When he saw them both distress'd,
Which of them would you believe

Engag’d to love him best ?" 4. “Surely he who most did owe,"

The Pharisee replied:
Then our Lord, “By judging so,

Thou dost for her decide;
Simon, if, like her, you knew

How much you forgiveness need;
You like her had acted too,

And welcom'd me indeed. 5 “When the load of sin is felt,

And much forgiveness known, Then the heart of course will melt,

Though hard before as stone:
Blame not then her love and tears,

Greatly she in debt has been;
But I have remov'd her fears,

And pardon'd all her sin.”
6 When I read this woman's case,

Her love and humble zeal,
I confess, with shame of face,

My heart is made of steel.

HYMN XCIX. The good Samaritan. Chap. x. 33–35. 1 How kind the good Samaritan

To him who fell among the thieves !
Thus Jesus pities fallen man,

And heels the wounds the soul receives. 2 Oh! I remember well the day,

When sorely wounded, nearly slain,
Like that poor man I bleeding lay,

And groan'd for help, but groan'd in vain. 3 Men saw me in this helpless case,

And pass'd without compassion by;
Each neighbour turn'd away his face,

Unmoved by my mournful cry. 4 But he whose name had been my scorn,

(As Jews Samaritans despise)
Came, when he saw me thus forlorn,

With love and pity in his eyes.
5 Gently he rais'd me from the ground,

Press'd me to lean upon his arm,
And into every gaping wound,

He pour'd his own all-healing balm. 6 Into his church my steps he led,

The house prepar'd for sinners lost, Gave charge I should be cloth'd and fed,

And took upon him all the cost. 7 Thus sav'd from death, from want secur'd

I wait till he again shall come,
(When I shall be completely cur'd)

And take me to his heavenly home. 8 There, through eternal boundless days,

When nature's wheel no longer rolls,
How shall I love, adore, and praise,
This good Samaritan to souls !

HYMN C. Martha and Mary. Chap. x. 38–42. 1 Martha her love and joy express'd,

By care to entertain her guest;
While Mary sat to hear her Lord,

And could not bear to lose a word. 2 The principle, in both the same,

Produc'd in each a different aim;
The one to feast the Lord was led,

The other waited to be fed.
3 But Mary chose the better part,

The Saviour's words refresh'd her heart;
While busy Martha angry grew,

And lost her time and temper too.
4 With warmth she to her sister spoke,

But brought upon herself rebuke :
“One thing is needful, and but one,
Why do thy thoughts on many run ?"

5 How oft are we, like Martha, vex'd,

And who shall then the stores possess, Encumber'd, hurried, and perplex'd ?

Which thou hast call'd thine own?” While trifles so engross our thought

4 Thus blinded mortals fondly scheme The one thing needful is forgot.

For happiness below; 6 Lord, teach us this one thing to choose, Till death disturbs the pleasing dream,

Which they who gain can never lose; And they awake to woe.
Sufficient in itself alone,
And needful, were the world our own.

5 Ah! who can speak the vast dismay

That fills the sinner's mind, 7 Let grov'lling hearts the world admire,

When, torn by death's strong hand away, Thy love is all that I require:

He leaves his all behind ! Gladly I may the rest resign, If the one needful thing be mine! 6 Wretches, who cleave to earthly things,

But are not rich to God,

Their dying hour is full of stings,

And hell their dark abode.
The Heart taken. Chap. xi. 21, 22.

7 Dear Saviour, make us timely wise, 1 The castle of the human heart,

Thy gospel to attend,
Strong in its native sin,

That we may live above the skies,
Is guarded well in every part,

When this poor life shall end.
By him who dwells within.
2 For Satan there in arms resides,
And calls the place his own:

With care against assaults provides, The barren Fig-Tree. Chap. xiii. 6—9.
And rules as on a throne.

1 The church a garden is, 3 Each traitor thought, on him as chief,

In which believers stand,
In blind obedience waits ;

Like ornamental trees
And pride, self-will, and unbelief,

Planted by God's own hand; Are posted at the gates.

His Spirit waters all their roots, 4 Thus Satan for a season reigns,

And ev'ry branch abounds with fruits.
And keeps his goods in peace;

2 But other trees there are, The soul is pleas'd to wear his chains, In this inclosure grow, Nor wishes a release.

Which, though they promise fair, 5 But Jesus, stronger far than he,

Have only leaves to show;
In his appointed hour,

No fruits of grace are on them found,
Appears to set his people free

They stand but cumb’rers of the ground. From the usurper's power.

3 The under gard'ner grieves, 6 “This heart I bought with blood,” he says, In vain his strength he spends, " And now it shall be mine:"

For heaps of useless leaves His voice the strong one arm'd dismays, Afford him small amends: He knows he must resign.

He hears the Lord his will make known, 7 In spite of unbelief and pride,

To cut the barren fig-trees down. And self and Satan's art,

4 How difficult his post, The gates of brass fly open wide,

What pangs his bowels move, And Jesus wins the heart.

To find his wishes cross'd, 8 The rebel soul that once withstood

His labours useless prove! The Saviour's kindest call,

His last relief, his earnest prayer, Rejoices now, by grace subdued,

“Lord, spare them yet another year: To serve him with her all.

5 Spare them, and let me try,

What farther means may do;

I'll fresh manure apply, The Worldling. Chap. xii. 16–21. My digging I 'll renew; 1 “My barns are full, my stores increase,

Who knows but yet they fruit may yield ! And now, for many years,

If not—'tis just they must be felld."
Soul, eat and drink, and take thine ease, 6 If under means of grace
Secure from wants and fears."

No gracious fruits appear, 2 Thus while a worldling boasted once,

It is a dreadful case; As many now presume,

Though God may long forbear, He heard the Lord himself pronounce

At length he 'll strike the threaten'd blow, * His sudden, awful doom.

And lay the barren fig-tree low. 3 “This night, vain fool, thy soul must pass Into a world unknown;

• Book II. Hymn xxvi.


One drop of water I entreat, The Prodigal Son. Chap. xv. 11–24. To soothe my tongue’s tormenting heat."

5 Let all who worldly pelf 1 AFFLICTIONS, though they seem severe,

And worldly spirits have, In mercy oft are sent;

Observe, each for himself, They stopp'd the prodigal's career,

The answer Abrah'm gave: And forc'd him to repent.

“Remember thou wast fill'd with good, 2 Although he no relentings felt,

While the poor beggar pin'd for food. Till he had spent his store;

6 “Neglected at thy door, His stubborn heart began to melt

With tears he begg'd his bread: When famine pinch'd him sore.

But now he weeps no more, 3 “What have I gain'd by sin (he said,) His griefs and pains are fled; But hunger, shame, and fear?

His joys eternally will flow, My father's house abounds with bread,

While thine expire in endless woe." While I am starving here.

7 Lord, make us truly wise, 4. “I'll go and tell him all I 've done,

To choose thy people's lot, And fall before his face;

And earthly joys despise, Unworthy to be call'd his son,

Which soon will be forgot: I'll seek a servant's place."

The greatest evil we can fear, 5 His father saw him coming back, Is to possess our portion here!

He saw, and ran, and smiled;
And threw his arms around the neck

Of his rebellious child.

The importunate Widow.* Chap. xviii. 1—7. 6 "Father, I 've sinn'd—but, О forgive !"

1 Our Lord, who knows full well “I've heard enough," he said;

The heart of every saint, “Rejoice, my house, my son's alive,

Invites us by a parable, For whom I mourn'd as dead:

To pray and never faint. 7 Now let the fatted calf be slain,

2 He bows his gracious ear, And spread the news around; My son was dead, but lives again,

We never plead in vain;

Yet we must wait till he appear, Was lost, but now is found.”

And pray, and pray again. 8 'Tis thus the Lord his love reveals,

3 Though unbelief suggest, To call poor sinners home; More than a father's love he feels,

Why should we longer wait? And welcomes all that come.

He bids us never give him rest,

But be importunate.

4 'Twas thus a widow poor,

Without support or friend,
The Rich Man and Lazarus.

Beset the unjust judge's door,
Chap. xvi. 19-25.

And gain': at last

her end.

5 For her he little car'd, 1 A WORLDLING spent each day In luxury and state,

As little for the laws; While a believer lay

Nor God nor man did he regard, A beggar at his gate :

Yet he espous'd her cause. Think not the Lord's appointment strange, 6 She urg'd him day and night, Death made a great and lasting change.

Would no denial take; 2 Death brought the saint release

At length he said, “I 'll do her right, From want, disease, and scorn;

For my own quiet's sake.” And to the land of peace,

7 And shall not Jesus hear His soul, by angels borne,

His chosen when they cry? In Abrah’m's bosom safely placed,

Yes, though he may a while forbear, Enjoys an everlasting feast.

He 'll help them from on high. 3 The rich man also died,

'Tis nature, truth, and love, And in a moment fell

Engage him on their side; From all his pomp and pride

When they are griev'd, his bowels move, Into the flames of hell;

And can they be denied ? The beggar's bliss from far beheld,

9 Then let us earnest be, His soul with double anguish fill'd.

And never faint in prayer; 4 “O Abrah’m, send,” he cries,

He loves our importunity, (But his request was vain)

And makes our cause his care. “The beggar from the skies, To mitigate my pain !

* Book II. Hymn lx.

6 Yet let us not the warning slight,

But watchful still be found; Though faith cannot be slain in fight,

It may receive a wound. 7 While Satan watches, dare we sleep?

We must our guard maintain;
But, Lord, do thou the city keep,

Or else we watch in vain.*

Zaccheus. Chap. xix. 1-6.
1 ZACCHEUS climb'd the tree,

And thought himself unknown;
But how surpris'd was he,

When Jesus call'd him down !
The Lord beheld him, though conceal'd,
And by a word his power reveald.
2 Wonder and joy at once

Were painted in his face:
“ Does he my name pronounce,

And does he know my case ?
Will Jesus deign with me to dine?
Lord, I, with all I have, am thine."
3 Thus where the gospel's preachd,

And sinners come to hear,
The hearts of some are reach'd

Before they are aware:
The word directly speaks to them,
And seems to point them out by name.
4 'Tis curiosity

Oft brings them in the way,
Only the man to see,

And hear what he can say:
But how the sinner starts to find,
The preacher knows his inmost mind.
5 His long forgotten faults

Are brought again in view,
And all his secret thoughts

Reveal'd in public too;
Though compass'd with a crowd about,
The searching word has found him out.
6 While thus distressing pain

And sorrow fills his heart:
He hears a voice again,

That bids his fears depart.
Then, like Zaccheus, he is blest,
And Jesus deigns to be his guest.

Father forgive them. Chap. xxiii. 34.
1 “Father, forgive," the Saviour said,

They know not what they do;"
His heart was mov'd when thus he prayed

For me, my friends, and you. 2 He saw that, as the Jews abus'd

And crucified his flesh,
So he by us would be refus’d,

And crucified afresh. 3 Through love of sin, we long were prone

To act as Satan bid;
But now, with grief and shame we own

We knew not what we did.
4 We knew not the desert of sin,

Nor whom we thus defied;
Nor where our guilty souls had been,

If Jesus had not died.
5 We knew not what a law we broke,

How holy, just, and pure!
Nor what a God we durst provoke,

But thought ourselves secure. 6 But Jesus all our guilt foresaw,

And shed his precious blood,
To satisfy the holy law,

And make our peace with God.
7 My sin, dear Saviour, made thee bleed,

Yet didst thou pray for me!
I knew not what I did indeed,

When ignorant of thee.

HYMN CVIII. The Believer's Danger, Safety, and Duty.

Chap. xxii. 31, 32. 1 “Simon, beware!" the Saviour said,

“Satan, your subtle foe, Already has his measures laid,

Your soul to overthrow. 2 “He wants to sift you all as wheat,

And thinks his victory sure; But I his malice will defeat,

My prayer shall faith secure.” 3 Believers, tremble and rejoice,

Your help and danger view; This warning has to you a voice,

This promise speaks to you.
4 Satan beholds, with jealous eye,

Your privilege and joy ;
He's always watchful, always nigh,

To tear and to destroy.
5 But Jesus lives to intercede,

That faith may still prevail; He will support in time of need,

And Satan's art shall fail.

HYMN CX. The two Malefactors. Chap. xxiii. 39–43. 1 SOVEREIGN grace has power alone

To subdue a heart of stone;
And the moment grace is felt,

Then the hardest heart will melt. 2 When the Lord was crucified,

Two transgressors with him died ;
One with vile blaspheming tongue,

Scoff'd at Jesus as he hung.
3 Thus he spent his wicked breath,

In the very jaws of death;
Perish'd as too many do,

With the Saviour in his view.
4 But the other, touch'd with grace,

Saw the danger of his case;
Faith receiv'd to own the Lord,
Whom the scribes and priests abhorrd.

* Psalm cxxvii. 1.


5 “Lord,” he prayed, “ remember me, And others, round me, stepping in, When in glory thou shalt be."

Their efficacy prove! “Soon with me,” the Lord replies, 3 But my complaints remain; “ Thou shalt rest in Paradise."

I feel the very same, 6 This was wondrous grace indeed,

As full of guilt, and fear, and pain, Grace vouchsaf'd in time of need;

As when at first I came. Sinners, trust in Jesus' name,


O would the Lord appear, You shall find him still the same.

My malady to heal ; 7 But beware of unbelief,

He knows how long I've languislı'd here, Think upon the harden'd thief;

And what distress I feel. If the gospel you disdain,

5 How often have I thought, Christ, to you, will die in vain.

Why should I longer lie ?

Surely the mercy I have sought

Is not for such as I.
6 But whither can I go?

There is no other pool

Where streams of sovereign virtue flow,
The Woman of Samaria. Chap. iv. 28. To make a sinner whole.
I JESUS, to what didst thou submit,

7 Here then, from day to day, To save thy dear-bought flock from hell!

I'll wait, and hope, and try : Like a poor traveller, see him sit,

Can Jesus hear a sinner pray, Athirst and weary, by the well.

Yet suffer him to die? 2 The woman who for water came,

8 No: he is full of grace; (What great events on small depend !) He never will permit Then learnt the glory of his name,

A soul that fain would see his face, The well of life, the sinner's friend.

To perish at his feet.
3 Taught from her birth to hate the Jews,
And fill'd with party-pride, at first

Her zeal induc'd her to refuse
Water to quench the Saviour's thirst.

1 HERE at Bethesda's pool, the poor, 4 But soon she knew the gift of God;

The wither'd, halt, and blind, And Jesus, whom she scorn'd before,

With waiting hearts expect a cure, Unask'd, that drink on her bestowed,

And free admittance find. Which whoso tastes shall thirst no more.

2 Here streams of wondrous virtue flow, 5 His words her prejudice removid,

To heał a sin-sick soul; Her sin she felt, relief she found;

To wash the filthy white as snow She saw and heard, believ'd and lov'd,

And make the wounded whole. And ran to tell her neighbours round.

3 The dumb break forth in songs of praise, 6 O come, this wondrous man behold,

The blind their sight receive, The promis'd Saviour ! this is he

The cripple run in wisdom's ways, Whom ancient prophecies foretold,

The dead revive and live. Born, froin our guilt to set us free. 4 Restrain’d to no one case or time, 7 Like her, in ignorance content,

These waters always move; I worshipp'd long I knew not what;

Sinners in ev'ry age and clime Like her, on other things intent,

Their vital influence prove. I found him when I sought him not. 5 Yet numbers daily near them lie, 8 He told me all that e'er I did,

Who meet with no relief; And told me all was pardon'd too;

With life in view, they pine and die, And now, like her, as he has bid,

In hopeless unbelief. I live to point him out to you.

6 'Tis strange they should refuse to bathe,

And yet frequent the pool ;

But none can even wish for faitn
The Pool of Bethesda.* Chap. v. 244.

While love of sin bears rule. 1 Beside the gospel-pool

7 Satan their consciences has seal'd, Appointed for the poor,

And stupified their thought,
From year to year my helpless soul For, were they willing to be heal'd,
Has waited for a cure.

The cure would soon be wrought. 2 How often have I seen

8 Do thou, dear Saviour, interpose, The healing waters move,

Their stubborn will constrain;

Or else to them the water flows * Book III. Hymn vii.

And grace is preach'd in vain.

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