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Or more display the glorious right 6 The Holy Ghost he sends,
Of our exalted King.

Our stubborn souls to move, 2 This subject fills the starry plains

To make his enemies his friends, With wonder, joy, and love;

And conquer them by love. And furnishes the noblest strains

7 The love of sin departs, For all the harps above:

The life of grace takes place, While the redeem'd in praise combine Soon as his voice invites our hearts To grace upon the throne,*

To rise and seek his face. Angels in solemn chorus join,

The world and Satan rage, And make the theme their own.

But he their power controls; 3 Grace reigns to pardon crimson sins,

His wisdom, love, and truth, engage To melt the hardest hearts;

Protection for our souls. And from the word it once begins, 9 Though press'd, we will not yield, It never more departs.

But shall prevail at length: The world and Satan strive in vain

For Jesus is our sun and shield, Against the chosen few ;f

Our righteousness and strength. Secur'd by grace's conqu’ring reign, 10 Assur'd that Christ, our King, They all shall conquer too.

Will put our foes to flight, 4 Grace tills the soil, and sows the seeds,

We on the field of battle sing,
Provides the sun and rain;

And triumph while we fight.
Till from the tender blade proceeds
The ripen'd harvest-grain.

HYMN LXXXVIII. 'Twas grace that call'd our souls at first;

Man, by Nature, Grace, and Glory. By grace thus far we're come; And grace will help us through the worst,

1 LORD, what is man! extremes how wide And lead us safely home.

In this mysterious nature join!

The flesh, to worms and dust allied, 5 Lord, when this changing life is past, The soul, immortal and divine! If we may see thy face,

2 Divine at first, a holy flame, How shall we praise and love at last,

Kindled by the Almighty's breath;
And sing the reign of grace !
Yet let us aim, while here below,

Till, stain'd by sin, it soon became

The seat of darkness, strife, and death. Thy mercy to display; And own, at least, the debt we owe,

3 But Jesus, oh! amazing grace!

Assum'd our nature as his own, Although we cannot pay.

Obeyed and suffer'd in our place.

Then took it with him to his throne.

4 Now, what is man, when grace reveals Praise to the Redeemer.

The virtue of a Saviour's blood ! I PREPARE a thankful song

Again a life divine he feels, To the Redeemer's name!

Despises earth, and walks with God. His praises should employ each tongue, 5 And what, in yonder realms above, And ev'ry heart inflame!

Is ransom'd man ordain'd to be!

With honour, holiness, and love, 2

He laid his glory by,
And dreadful pains endur'd,

No seraph more adorn'd than he.
That rebels, such as you and I,

6 Nearest the throne, and first in song, From wrath might be secur'd.

Man shall his hallelujahs raise;

While wond'ring angels round him throng, 3 Upon the cross he died,

And swell the chorus of his praise.
Our debt of sin to pay;
The blood and water from his side
Wash guilt and filth away.

Book I. Hymn 57, 58, 59, 79, 80. 4 And now he pleading stands,

Book II. Hymn 37, 38, 39, 41, 42.
For us, before the throne,
And answers all the law's demands
With what himself hath done.

VIII. SHORT HYMNS. 5 He sees us, willing slaves,

To sin, and Satan's power;
But, with an outstretch'd arm, he saves,

In his appointed hour.

Confirm the hope thy word allows,

Behold us waiting to be fed ; • Rev. v. 9. 12.

Bless the provision of thy house, I Rom. viii. 35-39.

s Psal. cxv. I. And satisfy thy poor with bread:



+ Phil. i. 6.

Drawn by thine invitation, Lord, 13 Lord, there are no streams but thine Athirst and hungry we are come;

Can assuage a thirst like mine: Now, from the fulness of thy word,

'Tis a thirst thyself didst give, Feast us, and send us thankful home. Let me, therefore, drink and live.

HYMN XC. 1 Now, Lord, inspire the preacher's heart,

And teach his tongue to speak; Food to the hungry soul impart,

And cordials to the weak. 2 Furnish us all with light and powers

To walk in Wisdom's ways; So shall the benefit be ours,

And thou shalt have the praise.

1 OFTEN thy public means of grace,
Thy thirsty people's wat’ring place,

The archers have beset:*
Attack'd them in thy house of prayer,
To prison dragg’d, or to the bar,

When thus together met. 2 But we from such assaults are freed, Can pray, and sing, and hear, and read,

And meet, and part, in peace:
May we our privileges prize,
In their improvement make us wise,

And bless us with increase.
3 Unless thy presence thou afford,
Unless thy blessing clothe the word,

In vain our liberty!
What would it profit to maintain
A name for life, should we remain

Formal and dead to thee?

HYMN XCI. 1 The promise, Lord, and thy command,

Have brought us here to-day;
And now, we humbly waiting stand,

To hear what thou wilt say.* 2 Meet us, we pray, with words of peace,

And fill our hearts with love;
That from our follies we may cease,

And henceforth faithful prove.

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Accept what is thine own,
Deut. xxxii. 9, 10.

And pardon what is ours: 1 The saints Emmanuel's portion are,

Our praises, Lord, and prayers receive, Redeem'd by price, reclạim'd by power;

And to thy word a blessing give.

2 His special choice, and tender care,

O grant that each of us Owns them and guards them ev'ry hour.

Now met before thee here, 2 He finds them in a barren land,

May meet together thus,

When thou and thine appear! Beset with sins, and fears, and woes; And follow thee to heaven our home, He leads and guides them by his hand,

E'en so, Amen! Lord Jesus, come !* And bears them safe from all their foes.

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Thy love a sea immensely wide,
Thy grace an ever-flowing tide.
In ev'ry object here I see
Something, my heart, that points at thee
Hard as the rocks that bound the strand,
Unfruitful as the barren sand,
Deep and deceitful as the ocean,
And, like the tide, in constant motion.


A FALL My waking dreams are best conceal'd, Much folly, little good, they yield; But now and then I gain, when sleeping, A friendly hint that 's worth the keeping. Lately I dreamt of ore who cried, * Beware of self, beware of pride; When you are prone to build a Babel, Recall to mind this little fable."

Once on a time a paper kite Was mounted to a wond'rous height, Where, giddy with its elevation, It thus express'd self-admiration : “See how yon crowds of gazing people Admire my flight above the steeple : How would they wonder if they knew All that a kite like me can do! Were I but free, I 'd take a flight, And pierce the clouds beyond their sight; But, ah! like a poor pris'ner bound, My string confines me near the ground: I'd brave the eagle's towering wing, Might I but fly without a string.".

It tugg’d and pull’d, while thus it spoke, To break the string :-at last it broke.

Depriv'd at once of all its stay,
In vain it tried to soar away;
Unable its own weight to bear,
It flutter'd downward through the air;
Unable its own course to guide,
The winds soon plung’d it in the tide.
Ah! foolish kite, thou hadst no wing,
How couldst thou fly without a string?

My heart replied, “O Lord, I see
How much this kite resembles me!
Forgetful that by thee I stand,
Impatient of thy ruling hand;
How oft I 've wish'd to break the lines
Thy wisdom for my lot assigns ?
How oft indulg'd a vain desire,
For something more or something higher ?
And, but for grace and love divine,
A fall thus dreadful had been mine."

THE SPIDER AND THE TOAD SOME author (no great matter who, Provided what he says be true) Relates he saw, with hostile rage, A spider and a toad engage; For though with poison both are stor'd, Each by the other is abhorr'd: It seems as if their common venom Provok'd an enmity between 'em. Implacable, malicious, cruel, Like modern hero in a duel, The spider darted on his foe, Infixing death at ev'ry blow. The toad, by ready instinct taught, An antidote, when wounded, sought, From the herb plantain, growing near, Well-known to toads, its virtues rare The spider's poison to repel; It cropp'd the leaf and soon was well. This remedy it often tried, And all the spider's rage defied. The person who the contest viewed, While yet the battle doubtful stood, Remov'd the healing plant away, And thus the spider gaind the day; For when the toad returned once more, Wounded, as it had done before, To seek relief, and found it not, It swell’d and died upon the spot.

In ev'ry circumstance but one (Could that hold too, I were undone !) No glass can represent my face More justly than this tale my case. The toad 's an emblem of my heart, And Satan acts the spider's part. Envenom'd by his poison, I Am often at the point to die; But he who hung upon the tree, From guilt and woe to set me free, Is like the plantain leaf to me.

In ev'ry object here I see
Something, O Lord, that leads to thee:
Firm as the rocks thy promise stands,
Thy morcies countless as the sands,

To him my wounded soul repairs,

'Tis here the happy difference lies, He knows my pain and hears my prayers; My Saviour reigns above the skies, From him I virtue draw by faith,

Yet to my soul is always near, Which saves me from the jaws of death: For he is God and everywhere. From him fresh life and strength I gain, His blood a sovereign balm is found And Satan spends his rage in vain.

For ev'ry grief and ev'ry wound; No secret arts or open force

And sooner all the hills shall flee Can rob me of this sure resource:

And hide themselves beneath the sea, Though banish'd to some distant land, Or ocean, starting from its bed, My med'cine would be still at hand; Rush o'er the cloud-topt mountains' head, Though foolish men its worth deny, The sun, exhausted of its light, Experience gives them all the lie;

Become the source of endless night, Though Deists and Socinians join,

And ruin spread from pole to pole, Jesus still lives, and still is mine.

Than Jesus fail the tempted soul.

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