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7 One thing at least, and 'tis enough, 3 But while he listens with surprise, We learn froin this surprising fact,
The charm dissolves, the vision dies, Our dreams afford sufficient proof,
'Twas but enchanted ground: The soul without the flesh can act.
Thus, if the Lord our spirit touch, 8 This life, which mortals so esteem,
The world, which promis'd us so much,
A wilderness is found.
In such a wretched place;
But he whose mercy breaks the charm,
Reveals his own alınighty arm,
And bids us seek his face.
When from our sin and bondage freed Pleasures round her seem to wait,
By this beloved Friend; But 'tis all a painted cheat.
We follow him from day to day, 2 Rash and unsuspecting youth
Assur'd of grace through all the way, Thinks to find thee always smooth,
And glory at the end.
ON THE RISE, PROGRESS, CHANGES, AND COMTempts the shepherd from the shore,
FORTS OF THE SPIRITUAL LIFE. Foreign regions to explore. 4 While no wrinkled wave is seen,
I. SOLEMN ADDRESSES TO While the sky remains serene,
SINNERS Fill'd with hopes and golden schemes,
Of a storm he little dreams. 5 But ere long the tempest raves,
HYMN 1. Then he trembles at the waves;
Expostulation. Wishes then he had been wise,
1 No words can declare, But too late he sinks and dies.
No fancy can paint, 6 Hapless thus are they, vain world,
What rage and despair, Soon on rocks of ruin hurl'd,
What hopeless complaint, Who admiring thee, untried,
Fill Satan's dark dwelling, Court thy pleasure, wealth, or pride.
The prison beneath 7 Such a shipwreck had been mine,
What weeping, and yelling, Had not Jesus (name divine !)
And gnashing of teeth! Sav'd me with a mighty hand,
2 Yet sinners will choose And restor'd my soul to land.
This dreadful abode; 8 Now, with gratitude I raise
Each madly pursues Ebenezers to his praise;
The dangerous road; Now my rash pursuits are o'er,
Though God give them warning
They onward will go,
And rush upon woe.
3 How sad to behold
The rich and the poor, 1 BLINDED in youth by Satan's arts,
and the old, The world to our unpractis'd hearts,
All blindly secure! A flatt'ring prospect shows;
All posting to ruin, Our fancy forms a thousand schemes
Refusing to stop! Our gay delights and golden dreams,
Ah! think what you 're doing, And undisturb'd repose.
While yet there is hope. 2 So in the desert's dreary waste,
4 How weak is your hand, By magic power produc'd in haste,
To fight with the Lord ! (As ancient fables say)
How can you withstand Castles, and groves, and music sweet,
The edge of his sword ? The senses of the trav'ller meet,
What hope of escaping And stop him in his way.
For those who oppose,
When hell is wide gaping * Isaiah xxix. 3.
To swallow his foes!
5 How oft have you dar'd
HYMN III. The Lord to his face!
We were once as you are. Yet still you are spar'd To hear of his grace ;
I Shall men pretend to pleasure,
Who never knew the Lord, Oh! pray for repentance
Can all the worldling's treasure And life-giving faith,
True peace of mind afford? Before the just sentence
They shall obtain this jewel Consign you to death.
In what their hearts desire, 6 It is not too late
When they by adding fuel To Jesus to flee,
Can quench the flame of fire. His mercy is great,
2 Till you can bid the ocean, His pardon is free;
When furious tempests roar,*
Forget its wonted motion,
And rage and swell no more; That nothing can hurt you,
In vain your expectation
To find content in sin,
While passions reign within.
3 Come turn your thoughts to Jesus, Alarm.
If you would good possess;
'Tis he alone that frees us 1 Stop, poor sinner! stop, and think,
From guilt and from distress : Before you farther go!
When he by faith is present, Will you sport upon the brink
The sinner's troubles cease; Of everlasting woe?
His ways are truly pleasant,
And all his paths are peace.t
4 Our time in sin we wasted, Into the burning lake!
And fed upon the wind;
Until his love we tasted, 2 Say, have you an arm like God,
No comfort could we find : That you his will oppose ?
But now we stand to witness Fear you not that iron rod
His power and grace to you; With which he breaks his foes?
May you perceive its fitness,
And call upon him too!
5 Our pleasure and our duty, Like wax before the flame?
Though opposite before,
Since we have seen his beauty, 3 Pale-fac'd death will quickly come,
Are join'd to part no more: To drag you to his bar;
It is our highest pleasure, Then to hear your awful doom
No less than duty's call, Will fill you with despair :
To love him beyond measure,
And serve him with our all.
HYMN IV. 4 Though your heart be made of steel,
Prepare to meet God. Your forehead lin'd with brass,
1 SINNER, art thou still secure ? God at length will make feel,
Wilt thou still refuse to pray? He will not let you pass :
Can thy heart or hands endure Sinners then in vain will call,
In the Lord's avenging day? (Though they now despise his grace) See, his mighty arm is bard! Rocks and mountains on us fall,*
Awful terrors clothe his brow! And hide us from his face.
For his judgment stand prepar’d,
Thou must either break or bow. 5 But as yet there is a hope You may his mercy know,
2 At his presence nature shakes, Though his arm is listed up,
Earth atfrighted hastes to flee,
Solid mountains melt like wax; 'Twas for sinners Jesus died,
What will then become of thee Sinners he invites to come;
Who his advent may abide ?
You that glory in your shame,
Will you find a place to hide
When the world is wrapt in flame? • Rev. vi. 16 | Luke riv. 22. • Isa. Ivii. 20, 21.
1 Prov. iii. 17.
6 Though to our lot temptations fall, ANOTHER.
Though pain, and want, and cares annoy, 1 Happy are they to whom the Lord
The precious gospel sweetens all,
And yields us med'cine, food, and joy.
HYMN XLIX. 2 He calls them to his mercy-seat,
A Famine of the Word.
1 GLADNESS was spread through Israel's host They find his presence near.
When first they manna viewed;
They labour'd who should gather most, 3 The force of their united cries
And thought it pleasant food.
2 But when they had it long enjoyed, By his almighty hand.
From day to day the same,
Their hearts were by the plenty cloyed, 4 Then mountains sink at once to plains,
Although from heaven it came.
3 Thus gospel-bread at first is priz’d,
And makes a people glad ;
But afterwards too much despis'd, 5 Though men despise them, or revile,
When easy to be had.
4 But should the Lord, displeas'd, withhold It makes amends for all.
The bread his mercy sends,
To have our houses fill'd with gold, 6 Though meanly clad, and coarsely fed, Would make but poor amends. And like their Saviour, poor,
5 How tedious would the week appear, They would not change their gospel-bread
How dull the Sabbath prove, For all the worldling's store.
Could we no longer meet to hear 7 When cheer'd with faith's sublimer joys,
The precious truths we love!
6 How would believing parents bear, The pride and pomp of kings.
To leave their heedless youth
Expos'd to every fatal snare, 8 Dear Lord, assist our souls to pay
Without the light of truth!
7 The gospel, and a praying few,
Our bulwark long have provid; And heaven begun below.
But Olney sure the day will rue
When these shall be remov'd.
8 Then sin, in this once-favour'd town,
And wrath and vengeance hasten down, A sudden mourning check'd our tongues !
No more by prayer
detain'd. Then we were call'd to sow in tears, 9 Preserve us from this judgment, Lord, The seeds of joy for future years.
For Jesus' sake we plead; 2 Oft as that memorable hour
A famine of the gospel-word
Would be a stroke indeed !
HYMN L. 3 Come, ye who trembled for the ark,
Prayer for Ministers. Unite in praise for answer'd prayer!
1 CHIEF Shepherd of thy chosen sheep, Did not the Lord our sorrows mark?
From death and sin set free! Did not our sighing reach his ear?
May ev'ry under-shepherd keep 4 Then smaller griefs were laid aside,
His eye intent on thee! And all our cares summ'd up in one:
2 With plenteous grace their hearts prepare “Let us but have thy word,” we cried,
To execute thy will; “ In other things thy will be done."
Compassion, patience, love, and care, 5 Since he has granted our request,
And faithfulness, and skill. And we still hear the gospel-voice,
3 Inflame their minds with holy zeal, Although by many trials prest,
Their flocks to feed and teach; In this we can and will rejoice.
And let them live, and let them feel
The sacred truths they preach. • Wherever a separation is threatened between a 4 Oh! never let the sheep complain minister and people who dearly love each other, this Hymn may be as seasonable as it was once in Olney. That toys, which fools amuse,
Ambition, pleasure, praise, or gain,
HYMN LII. Debase the shepherd's views.
Hoping for a Revival. 5 He that for these forbears to feed
1 My harp untun'd and laid aside, The souls whom Jesus loves,
(To cheerful hours the harp belongs) Whate'er he may profess or plead,
My cruel foes insulting cried, An idol shepherd proves.*
“ Come, sing us one of Zion's songs.” 6 The sword of God shall break his arm,
2 Alas! when sinners, blindly bold, A blast shall blind his eye;
At Zion scoff, and Zion's King; His word shall have no power to warm,
When zeal declines, and love grows cold, His gifts shall all grow dry.
Is this a day for me to sing ? 7 O Lord, avert this heavy woe,
3 Time was, whene'er the saints I met, Let all thy shepherds say!
With joy and praise my bosom glow'd; And grace, and strength, on each bestow, But now, like Eli, sad I sit, To labour while 'tis day.
And tremble for the ark of God.
To see the work of God decline;
Methought I heard my Saviour say,
“Dismiss thy fears, the ark is mine. Prayer for a Revival.
5 “Though for a time I hide my face, 1 Saviour, visit thy plantation,
Rely upon my love and power;
Still wrestle at a throne of grace,
And wait for a reviving hour.
6 " Take down thy long-neglected harp, Keep no longer at a distance,
I've seen thy tears, and heard thy prayer, Shine upon us from on high;
The winter-season has been sharp, Lest, for want of thine assistance,
But spring shall all its wastes repair." Ev'ry plant should droop and die.
7 Lord, I obey; my hopes revive; 2 Surely once thy garden flourish'd,
Come, join with me, ye saints, and sing; Ev'ry part look'd
Our foes in vain against us strive,
For God will help and healing bring.
HYMN LIII. Help can only come from thee.
Welcome to the Table. 3 Where are those we counted leaders, Fill'd with zeal, and love, and truth?
1 This is the feast of heavenly wine,
And God invites to sup;
The juices of the living vine
Were press'd to fill the cup. We shall meet no more below;
2 Oh! bless the Saviour, ye that eat, Some, alas! we fcar are blighted,
With royal dainties fed; Scarce a single leaf they show.
Not heaven affords a costlier treat,
For Jesus is the bread. 4 Younger plants—the sight how pleasantCover'd thick with blossoms stood;
3 The vile, the lost, he calls to them, But they cause us grief at present,
Ye trembling souls, appear! Frosts have nipp'd them in the bud!
The righteous in their own esteem
Have no acceptance here.
The banquet spread for you;
Dear Saviour, this is welcome news,
Then I may venture too. 5 Let our mutual love be fervent, Make us prevalent in prayers:
5 If guilt and sin afford a plea, Let each one esteem'd thy servant
And may obtain a place, Shun the world's bewitching snares:
Surely the Lord will welcome me, Break the tempter's fatal power,
And I shall see his face.
C. Turn the stony heart to flesh; And begin from this good hour,
HYMN LIV. To revive thy work afresh.
1 WHEN on the cross my Lord I see. * Zech, xi. 17.
Bleeding to death for wretched me,
Satan and sin no more can move,
Sinner, wipe thy tears away, For I am all transform'd to love.
I thy ransom freely pay.” 2 His thorns and nails pierce thro' my heart, 4 While I hear this grace reveald, In every groan I bear a part;
And obtain a pardon seald, I view his wounds with streaming eyes; All my soft affections move,
But, see! he bows his head, and dies! Weaken’d by the force of love.
Wounded, and dead, and bath'd in blood! Now see the bleeding cross;
Jesus died to set me free
From the law, and sin, and thee! 4 Here I forget my cares and pains; 6 He has dearly bought my soul;
I drink, yet still my thirst remains; Lord, accept, and claim the whole !
To thy will I all resign,
Now no more my own, but thine. 5 O that I thus could always feel ! Lord, more and more thy love reveal !
HYMN LVII. Then my glad tongue shall loud proclaim
Looking at the Cross. The grace and glory of thy name.
1 In evil long I took delight, 6 Thy name dispels my guilt and fear,
Unaw'd by shame or fear, Revives my heart and charms my ear:
Till a new object struck my sight, Affords a balm for ev'ry wound,
And stopp'd my wild career. And Satan trembles at the sound.
2 I saw one hanging on a tree,
In agonies and blood,
Who fix'd his languid eyes on me,
As near his cross I stood.
Can I forget that look ;
It seemd to charge me with his death, He march'd before the rest!
Though not a word he spoke. 2 Good-will to men, and zeal for God, 4 My conscience felt, and own'd the guilt, His ev'ry thought engross;
And plung'd me in despair; He longs to be baptiz'd with blood,* I saw my sins his blood had spilt, He pants to reach the cross.
And help'd to nail him there. 3 With all his sufferings full in view, 5 Alas! I knew not what I did; And woes to us unknown,
But now my tears are vain; Forth to the task his spirit flew,
Where shall my trembling soul be hid, 'T'was love that urg'd him on.
For I the Lord have slain. 4 Lord, we return thee what we can; 6 Another look he gave, which said, Our hearts shall sound abroad,
“I freely all forgive; Salvation to the dying man,
This blood is for thy ransom paid, And to the rising God !
I die, that thou may'st live.” 5 And while thy bleeding glories here, 7 Thus, while his death my sin displays, Engage our wond'ring eyes,
In all its blackest hue, We learn our lighter cross to bear,
(Such is the mystery of grace,) And hasten to the skies.
C. It seals my pardon too.
8 With pleasing grief, and mournful joy, HYMN LVI.
My spirit now is fill’d,
That I should such a life destroy,
Yet live by him I kill'd.
Supplies in the Wilderness. 2 That dear blood, for sinners spilt,
1 When Israel, by divine command, Shows my sin in all its guilt:
The pathless desert trod, Ah! my soul, he bore thy load;
They found, though 'twas a barren land, Thou hast slain the Lamb of God.
A sure resource in God. 3 Hark! his dying word, “ Forgive,
2 A cloudy pillar mark'd their road, Father, let the sinner live;
And screen'd them from the heat;
From the hard rocks the water flow'd, • Luke xii. 50.
And manna was their meat.