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The New Convert. Jesus, source of excellence!
1 The new-born child of gospel-grace, All thy glorious love reveal ! Kingdoms shall not bribe me hence,
Like some fair tree when summer 's nigh, While this happiness I feel.
Beneath Emmanuel's shining face,
Lifts up his blooming branch on high. 3 Take my heart, 'tis all thine own,
2 No fears he feels, he sees no foes, To thy will my spirit frame;
No conflict yet his faith employs, Thou shalt reign, and thou alone,
Nor has he learnt to whom he owes Over all I have or am:
The strength and peace his soul enjoys. If a foolish thought shall dare To rebel against thy word,
3 But sin soon darts its cruel sting, Slay it, Lord, and do not spare,
And comforts sinking day by day, Let it feel thy Spirit's sword !
What seem'd his own, a self-fed spring,
Proves but a brook that glides away. 4 Making thus the Lord my choice,
4 When Gideon arm'd his num'rous host, I have nothing more to choose, But to listen to thy voice,
The Lord soon made his numbers less; And my will in thine to lose:
And said, lest Israel vainly boast,* Thus whatever may betide,
“ My arm procur'd me thus success." I shall safe and happy be,
5 Thus will he bring our spirits down, Still content and satisfied,
And draw our ebbing comforts low,
That, sav'd by grace, but not our own,
HYMN LXIX. 1 Ten thousand talents once I owed,
True and False Comforts. And nothing had to pay,
1 O God, whose favourable eye But Jesus freed me from the load,
The sin-sick soul revives, And wash'd my debt away.
Holy and heavenly is the joy 2 Yet since the Lord forgave my sin,
Thy shining presence gives: And blotted out my score,
2 Not such as hypocrites suppose, Much more indebted I have been
Who with a graceless heart, Than e'er I was before.
Taste not of thee, but drink a dose, 3 My guilt is cancell'd quite, I know,
Prepar'd by Satan's art. And satisfaction made;
3 Intoxicating joys are theirs, But the vast debt of love I owe
Who, while they boast their light, Can never be repaid.
And seem to soar above the stars, 4 The love I owe for sin forgiven,
Are plunging into night. For power to believe,
4 Lall'd in a soft and fatal sleep, For present peace and promis'd heaven,
They sin, and yet rejoice; No angel can conceive.
Were they indeed the Saviour's sheep, 5 That love of thine, thou sinner's Friend! Would they not hear his voice? Witness thy bleeding heart!
5 Be mine the comforts that reclaim My little all can re’er extend
The soul from Satan's power, To pay a thousandth part.
Chat make me blush for what I am, 6 Vay more, the poor returns I make,
And hate my sin the more. I first from thee obtain ;*
6 'Tis joy enough, my All in All, Anl 'tis of grace, that thou wilt take
At thy dear feet to lie; Such poor returns again.
Thou wilt not let me lower fall, 7 'Tis well, it shall my glory be
And none can higher fly.
C. (Let who will boast their store) In time and to eternity,
HYMN LXX. To owe thee more and more.
True and False Zeal.
1 ZEAL is that pure and heavenly flame SIMILAR HYMNS.
The fire of love supplies; Book I. Hymn 27, 50, 70, 93, 122.
While that which often bears the name Book II. Hymn 23, 90.
Is self in a disguise.
2 True zeal is merciful and mild,
2 Thy book displays a gracious light, Can pity and forbear;
That can the blind restore;
And blinded still the more.
They do not beg, but steal; But self contends for names and forms, And when they plead it at thy throne, Its party to increase.
Oh! where's the Spirit's seal? 4 Zeal has attain'd its highest aim,
4 Was it for this, ye lawless tribe, Its end is satisfied,
The dear Redeemer bled ? If sinners love the Saviour's name,
Is this the grace the saints imbibe Nor seeks it aught beside.
From Christ the living Head? 5 But self, however well employed, 5 Ah! Lord, we know thy chosen few Has its own ends in view,
Are fed with heavenly fare; And says, as boasting Jehu cried,*
But these, the wretched husks they chew, “Come, see what I can do."
Proclaim them what they are. 6 Self may its poor reward obtain,
6 The liberty our hearts implore, And be applauded here,
Is not to live in sin,
Till Mercy calls us in.
C. 7 Dear Lord, the idol self dethrone, And from our hearts remove,
HYMN LXXIII. And let no zeal by us be shown
The Narrow Way. But that which springs from love.
1 What thousands never knew the road!
What thousands hate it when 'tis known!
None but the chosen tribes of God
Will seek or choose it for their own. 1 The Lord receives his highest praise 2 A thousand ways in ruin end,
From humble minds and hearts sincere, One only leads to joys on high;
By that my willing steps ascend,
Pleas'd with a journey to the sky. 2 To walk as children of the day,
3 No more I ask, or hope to find To mark the precepts' holy light,
Delight or happiness below; To wage the warfare, watch and pray, Sorrow may as well possess the mind Show who are pleasing in his sight.
That feeds where thorns and thistles grow. 3 Not words alone it cost the Lord, 4 The joy that fades is not for me, To purchase pardon for his own;
I seek immortal joys above: Nor will & soul, by grace restor’d,
There glory without end shall be Return the Saviour words alone.
The bright reward of faith and love. 4 With golden bells, the priestly vest, t.
5 Cleave to the world, ye sordid worms ! And rich pomegranates border'd round, Contented lick your native dust; The need of holiness express'd,
But God shall fight, with all his storms, And callid for fruit as well as sound. Against the idol of your trust. 5 Easy, indeed, it were to reach A mansion in the courts above,
HYMN LXXIV. If swelling words and Auent speech
Dependence. Might serve instead of faith and love.
1 To keep the lamp alive, 6 But none shall gain the blissful place,
With oil we fill the bowl; Or God's unclouded glory see,
'Tis water makes the willow thrive, Who talks of free and sovereign grace, And grace that feeds the soul. Unless that grace has made him free. C.
2 The Lord's unsparing hand
Supplies the living stream,
It is not at our own command,
But still deriv'd from him. 1 Too many, Lord, abuse thy grace,
3 Beware of Peter's word,* In this licentious day;
Nor confidently say,
But grant I never may.
• 2 Kingo 16
| Exod. xxviii. 33.
• Matth. zivi 33
4 Man's wisdom is to seek
5 What before excited fears, His strength in God alone;
Rather pleasing now appears; And e'en an angel would be weak,
If a sin, it seems so small, Who trusted in his own.
Or, perhaps, no sin at all. 5 Retreat beneath his wings,
6 Often thus, through sin's deceit, And in his grace confide;
Grief, and shame, and loss I meet;
Saw the bait, but not the hook. 6 In Jesus is our store,
7 O my Lord! what shall I say? Grace issues from his throne;
How can I presume to pray? Whoever says, “I want no more,”
Not a word have I to plead, Confesses he has none.
C. Sins like mine are black indeed!
8 Made by past experience wise, HYMN LXXV,
Let me learn thy word to prize;
Taught by what I've felt before,
Let me Satan's glass abhor.
HYMN LXXVII. Come, and bow beneath her sway,
Are there Few that shall be Saved ? Cast your idol-works away. Works of man, when made his plea,
1 DESTRUCTION's dang’rous road, Never shall accepted be;
What multitudes pursue! Fruits of pride (vain-glorious worm!)
While that which leads the soul to God, Are the best he can perform.
Is known or sought by few. 2 Self, the god his soul adores,
2 Believers enter in Influences all his powers;
By Christ, the living gate: Jesus is a slighted name,
But they who will not leave their sin, Self-advancement all his aim,
Complain it is too strait. But when God the Judge shall come, 3 If self must be denied, 'To pronounce the final doom,
And sin forsaken quite, Then for rocks and hills to hide
They rather choose the way that 's wide, All his works and all his pride!
And strive to think it right. 3 Still the boasting heart replies,
4 Encompass'd by a throng, What! the worthy and the wise,
On numbers they depend; Friends to temperance and peace,
So many surely can't be wrong, Have not these a righteousness?
And miss a happy end. Banish ev'ry vain pretence
5 But numbers are no mark Built on human excellence;
That men will right be found, Perish ev'ry thing in man,
C. But the grace that never can.
A few were sav'd in Noah's ark,*
For many millions drown'd.
6 Obey the gospel-call,
And enter while you may!
The flock of Christ is always small,
And none are safe but they. 1 Sin, when view'd by scripture-light,
7 Lord, open sinners' eyes, Is a horrid, hateful sight;
Their awful state to see; But when seen in Satan's glass,
And make them, ere the storm arise, Then it wears a pleasing face.
To thee for safety flee.
The Sluggard. 3 When the cross I view by faith,
1 The wishes that the sluggard frames, f Sin is madness, poison, death ;
Of course must fruitless prove; Tempt me not, 'tis all in vain,
With folded arms he stands and dreams, Sure I ne'er can yield again.
But has no heart to move. 4 Satan, for a while debarr’d,
2 His field from others may be known, When he finds me off my guard,
The fence is broken through; Puts his glass before my eyes,
The ground with weeds is overgrown, Quickly other thoughts arise.
And no good crop in view.
* John vi. 29.
* 1 Peter iii. 20.
Luke xii. 32. | Prov. vi. 10; XX. 4; xxii. 13; xxiv. 31.
3 No hardship he, nor toil, can bear, No difficulty meet;
Book I. Hymn 8, 20, 85, 87, 91, 104, 125, He wastes his hours at home, for fear
139, 141. Of lions in the street.
Book II. Hymn 34, 49, 86, 91, 99.
Praise for Faith.
Thou giver of all good! 6 But when the preacher bids them watch,
Not heaven itself a richer knows,
Than my Redeemer's blood.
From the same hand we gain;
Else, sweetly as it suits our case, 7 To use the means of grace,
That gift had been in vain.
3 Till thou thy teaching power apply, And fold their arms again.
Our hearts refuse to see,
And weak, as a distemper'd eye, 8 Dear Saviour, let thy power appear,
Shut out the view of thee. The outward call to aid ;
4 Blind to the merits of thy Son, These drowsy souls can only hear
What misery we endure! The voice that wakes the dead.
Yet fly that hand, from which alone
We could expect a cure.
5 We praise thee, and would praise thee more
To thee our all we owe;
The precious Saviour and the power 1 How soon the Saviour's gracious call, That makes him precious too. C.
Disarm’d the rage of bloody Saul !t
Grace and Providence. 2 Zaccheus, when he knew the Lord, f
1 ALMIGHTY King ! whose wondrous hand What he had gain'd by wrong, restor'd; Supports the weight of sea and land, And of the wealth he priz'd before,
Whose grace is such a boundless store, He gave the half to feed the poor.
No heart shall break that sighs for more. 3 The woman who so vile had been, 2 Thy providence supplies my food,
When brought to weep o'er pardon'd sin, And 'tis thy blessing makes it good;
And show'd that grace her heart had chang’d. Let soul and body praise the Lord. 4 And can we think the power of grace
3 My streams of outward comfort came Is lost, by change of time and place? From him, who built this earthly franie ;Then it was mighty, all allow,
Whate'er I want his bounty gives, And is it but a notion now?
By whom my soul for ever lives. 5 Can they whom pride and fashion sway,
4 Either his hand preserves from pain, Who Mammon and the world obey,
Or, if I feel it, heals again;
From Satan's malice shields my breast, In envy or contention live,
Or over-rules it for the best. Presume that they indeed believe?
5 Forgive the song that falls so low 6 True faith unites to Christ the root,
Beneath the gratitude I owe! By him producing holy fruit;
It means thy praise, however poor, And they who no such fruit can show,
C.. Still on the stock of nature grow.
An angel's song can do no more. 7 Lord, let thy word effectual prove,
Praise for Redeeming Love.
Let us praise the Saviour's name!
He has hush'd the law's loud thunder, * 1 Cor. ix. 24; Luke xiii. 24. † Acts ix. 6. Luke xix. & & Luke vii. 47. | Rev. iij. do He has quench'd Mount Sinai's flame:
He has wash'd us with his blood,
Who makes your cause his own; Call'd us by his grace, and taught us, The hope that 's built upon his word Gave us ears, and gave us eyes:
Can ne'er be overthrown. He has wash'd us with his blood,
2 Though many foes beset your road, He presents our souls to God.
And feeble is your arm;
Beyond the reach of harm.
3 Weak as you are, you shall not faint, He who wash'd us with his blood,
Or, fainting, shall not die,
Jesus, the strength of ev'ry saint,f Soon will bring us home to God.
Will aid you from on high. 4 Let us wonder,--grace and justice
4 Though sometimes unperceiv'd by sense, Join, and point to mercy's store!
Faith sees him always near,
A guide, a glory, a defence;
Then what have you to fear?
5 As surely as he overcame,
And triumph'd once for you, 5 Let us praise, and join the chorus Of the saints enthron'd on high;
So surely you that love his name,
Shall triumph in him too.
Salvation. 6 Hark, the name of Jesus sounded
1 SALVATION! What a glorious plan, Loud from golden harps above!
How suited to our need!
I's wonderful indeed !
with blood, 2 'Twas wisdom form'd the vast design, For by thee we come to God.
To ransom us when lost;
And love's unfathomable mine.
Provided all the cost.
The holy covenant seal'd; While the Saviour's charms I read,
And Truth and Power undertook Lowly, meek, from blemish free,
The whole should be fulfill'd. In the snow-drop's pensive head. 4 Truth, Wisdom, Justice, Power, and Love, 2 Spring returns, and brings along
In all their glory shone, Life-invigorating suns;
When Jesus left the courts above, Hark! the turtle's plaintive song,
And died to save his own. Seems to speak his dying groans ! 5 Truth, Wisdom, Justice, Power, and Love, 3 Summer has a thousand charms,
Are equally displayed; All expressive of his worth;
Now Jesus reigns enthron'd above, 'Tis his sun that lights and warms,
Our Advocate and Head. His the air that cools the earth.
6 Now sin appears deserving death, 4 What! has autumn left to say
Most hateful and abhorr'd; Nothing of a Saviour's grace?
And yet the sinner lives by faith, Yes, the beams of milder day
And dares approach the Lord. Tell me of his smiling face. 5 Light appears with early dawn;
1 Now, may the Lord reveal his face,
And teach our stamm'ring tongues Evening, with a silent pace,
To make his sovereign, reigning grace, Slowly moving in the west,
The subject of our songs ! Shows an emblem of his grace,
No sweeter subject can invite Points to an eternal rest.
A sinner's heart to sing,