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The trespass of our legal head
The Creatures in the Lord's Hands. 4 The garden of Gethsemane,
1 The water stood like walls of brass, The second Adam saw,
To let the sons of Israel pass,* Oppress’d with woe, to set us free
And from the rock in rivers burst, From the avenging law.
At Moses' prayer,† to quench their thirst. 5 How stupid we, who can forget,
2 The fire, restrain'd by God's commands, With gardens in our sight,
Could only burn his people's bands : I His agonies and bloody sweat
Too faint, when he was with them there, In that tremendous night.
To singe their garments or their hair. 6 His church as a fair garden stands,
3 At Daniel's feet the lions lay, Which walls of love inclose,
Like harmless lambs, nor touch'd their prey; Each tree is planted by his hands,*
And ravens, which on carron fed, And by his blessing grows.
Procur'd Elijah flesh and bread.|| 7 Believing hearts are gardens too,
4 Thus creatures orly can fulfil For grace has sown its seeds,
Their great Creator's holy will; Where once, by nature, nothing grew
And when his servants need their aid But thorns and worthless weeds.
His purposes must be obeyed. 8 Such themes, to those who Jesus love,
5 So if his blessing he refuse, May constant joys afford,
Their power to help they quickly lose; And make a barren desert prove
Sure as on creatures we depend, T'he garden of the Lord.
Our hopes in disappointment end.
6 Then let us trust the Lord alone, HYMN XCVI.
And creature-confidence disown; For a Garden-Seat or Summer-House. Nor, if they threaten, need we fear;
They cannot hurt if he be near. 1 A SHELTER from the rain or wind,t A shade from scorching heat,
7 If instruments of pain they prove, A resting-place you here may find
Still they are guided by his love,
As To ease your weary feet.
cets by the surgeon's skill,
Which wound to cure and not to kill. 2 Enter, but with a serious thought
Consider who is near: This is a consecrated spot,
HYMN XCVIII. The Lord is present here.
On Dreaming. 3 A question of the utmost weight,
1 WHEN slumber seals our weary eyes, While reading, meets your eye;
The busy fancy wakeful keeps; May conscience witness to your state, The scenes which then before us rise, And give a true reply!
Prove something in us never sleeps. 4 Is Jesus to your heart reveald,
2 As in another world we seem, As full of truth and grace?
A new creation of our own;
And all familiar, though unknown. 5 If so, for all events prepard
3 Sometimes the mind beholds again Whatever storms may rise,
The past day's bus'ness in review, He whom you love will safely guard,
Resumes the pleasure or the pain, And guide you to the skies.
And sometimes all we meet is new. 6 No burning sun, or storm, or rain,
4 What schemes we form! what pains we Will there your peace annoy;
We fight, we run, we fly, we fall; (take, No sin, temptation, grief or pain,
But all is ended when we wake, Intrude to damp your joy.
We scarcely then a trace recall.
5 But though our dreams are often wild, 7 But if his name you have not known,
Like clouds before the driving storm, O seek him while you may!
Yet some important may be styl’d, Lest you should meet his awful frown
Sent to admonish or inform. In that approaching day.
6 What mighty agents have access, 8 When the avenging Judge you see, What friends from heaven or foes from hell, With terrors on his brow,
Our minds to comfort or distress, Where can you hide, or whither flee,
When we are sleeping, who can tell? If you reject him now?
• Isa. Ixi. 3.
* Exod. xiv. 22.
1 Dan. iii. 27
| Isa. xxxii. 2.
Numb. xx. 11.
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 almighty arm,
And bids us seek his face. 1 See, the world for youth prepares,
5 Then we begin to live indeed, Harlot-like, her gaudy snares!
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 Filld with hopes and golden schemes,
Of a storm he little dreams. 5 But ere long the tempest raves,
HYMN I. 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 hurld,
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,
The young and the old, The world to our unpractis'd hearts,
All blindly secure! A fatt'ring prospect shows;
All posting to ruin, Our fancy forms a thousand schemes
Refusing to stop! 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 dard
The Lord to his face!
Consign you to death. 6 It is not too late
To Jesus to flee,
Before you farther go!
Of everlasting woe?
Into the burning lake!
his will oppose ?
With which he breaks his foes?
Like wax before the flame?
To drag you to his bar;
Will fill you with despair :
And what can you reply? 4 Though your heart be made of steel,
Your forehead lin'd with brass,
He will not let you pass :
And hide us from his face. 5 But as yet there is a hope
You may his mercy know,
He still forbears the blow :
He says, “There still is room." +
We were once as you are. I SHALL men pretend to pleasure,
Who never knew the Lord,
True peace of mind afford ?
In what their hearts desire,
Can quench the flame of fire. 2 Till you can bid the ocean,
When furious tempests roar,*
And rage and swell no more;
To find content in sin,
While passions reign within. 3 Come turn your thoughts to Jesus,
If you would good possess;
From guilt and from distress :
The sinner's troubles cease;
And all his paths are peace.t 4 Our time in sin we wasted,
And fed upon the wind;
No comfort could we find :
His power and grace to you;
And call upon him too!
Though opposite before,
Are join'd to part no more:
No less than duty's call,
And serve him with our all.
Prepare to meet God. 1 SINNER, art thou still secure?
Wilt thou still refuse to pray?
Thou must either break or bow. 2 At his presence nature shakes,
Earth affrighted hastes to flee,
1 Prov. iji, 17
3 Then the rich, the great, the wise,
These, though sinners once like thee, Trembling, guilty, self-condemnd,
Have full salvation found: Must behold the wrathful eyes
Yield not then to unbelief! Of the Judge they once blasphem'd: While he says, “ There yet is room," Where are now their haughty looks? Though of sinners thou art chief, Oh their horror and despair!
Since Jesus calls thee, come. When they see the opend books,
And their dreadful sentence hear! 4 Lord, prepare us by thy grace!
Book I. Hymn 75, 91.
Book II. Hymn 1, 2, 3, 4, 6, 35, 77, 78, 83.
II. SEEKING, PLEADING, AND Seek the things that are above,
The burdened Sinner.
1 An! what can I do, Trusting in thy precious name,
Or where be secure ! May we thus our journey end;
If justice pursne, 'Then our foes shall lose their aim,
What heart can endure? And the Judge will be our friend.
The heart breaks asunder,
Though hard as a stone,
When God speaks in thunder,
And makes himself known.
2 With terror I read 1 SINNERS, hear the Saviour's call,
My sins' heavy score, He now is passing by ;
The numbers exceed He has seen thy grievous thrall,
The sands on the shore; And heard thy mournful cry,
Guilt makes me unable He has pardons to impart,
To stand or to flee; Grace to save thee from thy fears;
So Cain murder'd Abel See the love that fills his heart,
And trembled like me. And wipe away thy tears.
3 Each sin, like his blood, 2 Why art thou afraid to come,
With a terrible cry, And tell him all thy case ?
Calls loudly on God He will not pronounce thy doom,
To strike from on high: Nor frown thee from his face:
Nor can my repentance, Wilt thou fear Emmanuel ?
Extorted by fear, Wilt thou dread the Lamb of God,
Reverse the just sentence, Who, to save thy soul from hell,
'Tis just, though severe. Has shed his precious blood ?
4 The case is too plain, 3 Think how on the cross he hung,
I have my own choice; Pierc'd with a thousand wounds!
Again, and again, Hark, from each, as with a tongue,
I slighted his voice, The voice of pardon sounds!
His warnings neglected, See, from all his bursting veins,
His patience abus'd, Blood of wondrous virtue flow!
His gospel rejected, Shed to wash away thy stains,
His mercy refus'd. And ransom thee from woe.
5 And must I then go, 4 Though his majesty be great,
For ever to dwell His mercy is no less ;
In torments and woe, Though he thy transgressions hate,
With devils in heli? He feels for thy distress :
Oh! where is the Saviour By himself the Lord hath sworn,
I scorn'd in times past? He delights not in thy death,*
His word in my favour But invites thee to return,
Would save me at last.. That thou may'st live by faith.
6 Lord Jesus on thee 5 Raise thy downcast eyes, and see
I venture to call, What throngs his throne surround!
Oh look upon me,
The vilest of all! * Ezek, Xxxju. 11.,
For whom didst thou languish, The law proclaims destruction nigh,
And vengeance at the door.
3 When I review my ways,
I dread impending doom;
But sure a friendly whisper says,
“ Flee from the wrath to come.” All hell will repine,
I see, or think I see,
A glimm'ring from afar;
A beam of day that shines for me,
To save me from despair.
5 Forerunner of the sun,*
It marks the pilgrim's way;
I 'll gaze upon it while I run,
c. Behold, I am Vile!
HYMN IX. 1 O Lord, how vile am I, Unholy and unclean!
Encouragement. How can I dare to venture nigh
1 My soul is beset With such a load of sin ?
With grief and dismay, 2 Is this polluted heart
I owe a vast debt,
And nothing can pay:
I must go to prison,
Unless that dear Lord,
Who died and is risen, 3 If I attempt to pray, And lisp thy holy name,
His pity afford. My thoughts are hurried soon away,
2 The death that he died, I know not where I am.
The blood that he spilt,
To sinners applied, 4 If in thy word I look, Such darkness fills my mind,
Discharge from all guilt: I only read a sealed book,
This great intercessor
Can give, if he please,
The vilest transgressor 5 Thy gospel oft I hear,
3 When nail'd to the tree,
He answer'd the prayer I like a stone remain.
Of one who, like me, 6 Myself can hardly bear
Was nigh to despair ;t This wretched heart of mine;
He did not upbraid him How hateful, then, must it appear
With all he had done, To those pure eyes of thine?
But instantly made him 7 And must I then indeed
A saint and a son. Sink in despair and die?
4 The jailor, I read, Fain would I hope that thou didst bleed
A pardon receiv'd :f
And how was he freed? 8 That blood which thou hast spilt,
He only believ'd : That grace which is thine own,
His case mine resembled, Can cleanse the vilest sinner's guilt,
Like me he was foul, And soften hearts of stone.
Like me too he trembled, 9 Low at thy feet I bow,
But faith made him whole. O pity and forgive!
5 Though Saul in his youth, Here will I lie, and wait till thou,
To madness enrag'd, Shalt bid me rise and live.
Against the Lord's truth
And people engag'd;
Yet Jesus, the Saviour,
Whom long he revil'd,
Receiv'd him to favour, 1 My former hopes are fled,
And made him a child. My terror now begins;
6 A foe to all good, I feet, alas! that I am dead;
In wickedness skill'd, In trespasses and sins. 2 Ah! whither shall I fly?
Luke xxiii. 43. I hear the thunder roar;
1 Acts xvi, 13.
$ 1 Tim. i. 16.
* Psalm cxXX. 6.