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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,
Will not a true profess on prove.
Knowledge will make our state the worse;
And soon will blast them with his curse. 7 O Lord, unite our hearts in prayer !
On each of us thy Spirit send,
HYMN XCVIII. The two Debtors. Chap. viii. 47. 1 ONCE a woman silent stood,
While Jesus sat at meat;
To wash his sacred feet;
All at once possess'd her mind,
Yet now forgiveness find.
Will Jesus notice such?
He would disdain her touch !"
Slighted one whom Jesus lov'd;
And thus his pride reprov’d:
One less, the other more,
And both alike were poor:
When he saw them both distress'd,
Engag’d to love him best ?" 4. “Surely he who most did owe,"
The Pharisee replied:
Thou dost for her decide;
How much you forgiveness need;
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:
Greatly she in debt has been;
And pardon'd all her sin.”
Her love and humble zeal,
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 !
And heels the wounds the soul receives. 2 Oh! I remember well the day,
When sorely wounded, nearly slain,
And groan'd for help, but groan'd in vain. 3 Men saw me in this helpless case,
And pass'd without compassion by;
Unmoved by my mournful cry. 4 But he whose name had been my scorn,
(As Jews Samaritans despise)
With love and pity in his eyes.
Press'd me to lean upon his arm,
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,
And take me to his heavenly home. 8 There, through eternal boundless days,
When nature's wheel no longer rolls,
HYMN C. Martha and Mary. Chap. x. 38–42. 1 Martha her love and joy express'd,
By care to entertain her guest;
And could not bear to lose a word. 2 The principle, in both the same,
Produc'd in each a different aim;
The other waited to be fed.
The Saviour's words refresh'd her heart;
And lost her time and temper too.
But brought upon herself rebuke :
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.
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.
7 Dear Saviour, make us timely wise, 1 The castle of the human heart,
Thy gospel to attend,
That we may live above the skies,
When this poor life shall end.
1 The church a garden is, 3 Each traitor thought, on him as chief,
In which believers stand,
Like ornamental trees
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.
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;
No fruits of grace are on them found,
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."
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;
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,
Beset the unjust judge's door,
And gain': at last
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;
Or else we watch in vain.*
And thought himself unknown;
When Jesus call'd him down !
Were painted in his face:
And does he know my case ?
And sinners come to hear,
Before they are aware:
Oft brings them in the way,
And hear what he can say:
Are brought again in view,
Reveal'd in public too;
And sorrow fills his heart:
That bids his fears depart.
They know not what they do;"
For me, my friends, and you. 2 He saw that, as the Jews abus'd
And crucified his flesh,
And crucified afresh. 3 Through love of sin, we long were prone
To act as Satan bid;
We knew not what we did.
Nor whom we thus defied;
If Jesus had not died.
How holy, just, and pure!
But thought ourselves secure. 6 But Jesus all our guilt foresaw,
And shed his precious blood,
And make our peace with God.
Yet didst thou pray for me!
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.
Your privilege and joy ;
To tear and to destroy.
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;
Then the hardest heart will melt. 2 When the Lord was crucified,
Two transgressors with him died ;
Scoff'd at Jesus as he hung.
In the very jaws of death;
With the Saviour in his view.
Saw the danger of his case;
* 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.
There is no other pool
Where streams of sovereign virtue flow,
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.
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
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,
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.