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Of promise to the poor,
Waits at thy mercy's door!
Relief from men to gain,
I know thou would'st disdain ;
That though I now am poor,
When I possessed more;
As beggars often do,
My wants have been but few;
I never begg'd before;
I 'll trouble thee no more:
For such a dog as I,
My soul can satisfy:
Thy bounty to conceal
Their wants and hunger feel :
Our thoughts and ways transcend,
Above the earth extend :*
2 A while I would have pass'd for well,
And strove my spots to hide: Till it broke out incurable,
Too plain to be denied.
And dreaded to be seen:
And cry, "Unclean, unclean !"
Till hope and patience ceas'd !
The more the plague increas'd, 5 While thus I lay distress’d, I saw
The Saviour passing by;
I rais'd my mournful cry.
For thou canst all things do;
My filthy heart renew!
Pronounc'd the healing word; “I will,—be clean:" and while he spoke,
I felt my health restor’d.
The Saviour's grace to prove;
He will, for he is love.
A sick Soul. Chap. ix. 12. 1 Physician of my sin-sick soul,
To thee I bring my case;
And heal me by thy grace. 2 Pity the anguish I endure,
See how I mourn and pine;
From any hand but thine. 3 I would disclose my whole complaint,
But where shall I begin?
That worst distemper, sin. 4 It lies not in a single part,
But through my frame is spread,
A palsy in my head. 5 It makes me deaf, and dumb, and blind,
And impotent and lame;
Tumultuous, in my breast;
And rob me of my rest.
And set my spirit free;
Who longs to live to thee?
The Leper. Chap. viii. 2, 3. 1 Oft as the leper's case I read,
My own describ'd I feel;
Which none but Christ can heal,
Isaiah lv. 8, 9.
Jesus ere long will weed the crop,
To recollect their stations here?
How much they heard, how much they And dares return no more.
knew, 2 But when he goes without constraint, How long amongst the wheat they grew ?
And wanders from his home, Although withdrawn, 'tis but a feint,
3 O this will aggravate their case, He means again to come.
They perish'd under means of grace:
To them the word of life and faith 3 Some outward change perhaps is seen,
Became an instrument of death.
Strangers might think we all are wheat; 4 Except the Saviour dwell and reign
But to the Lord's all-searching eyes, Within the sinner's mind,
Each heart appears without disguise. Satan, when he returns again,
5 The tares are spar'd for various ends, Will easy entrance find.
Some for the sake of praying friends; 5 With rage, and malice seven-fold,
Others the Lord, against their will,
Employs his counsels to fulfil.
6 But though they grow so tall and strong, 6 The sinner's former state was bad,
His plan will not require them long: But worse the latter far:
In harvest, when he saves his own, He lives possessed, blind, and mad,
The tares shall into hell be thrown.
Peter walking upon the Water.
Chap. xiv. 28–31. Who fears no voice but thine!
1 A word from Jesus calms the sea,
The stormy wind controls,
And gives repose and liberty 1 Ye sons of earth, prepare the plough,
To tempest-tossed souls. Break up your fallow-ground:
2 To Peter on the waves he came, The sower is gone forth to sow,
And gave him instant peace: And scatter blessings round.
Thus he to me reveal’d his name,
And bid my sorrows cease. 2 The seed that finds a stony soil Shoots forth a hasty blade,
3 Then, fill’d with wonder, joy, and love, But ill repays the sower's toil,
Peter's request was mine: Soon wither'd, scorch'd, and dead. Lord, call me down, I long to prove 3 The thorny ground is sure to
That I am wholly thine. All hopes of harvest there :
4 Unmov'd at all I have to meet We find a tall and sickly stalk,
On life's tempestuous sea, But not the fruitful ear.
Hard shall be easy, bitter sweet, 4 The beaten path and high-way side
So I may follow thee. Receive the trust in vain;
5 He heard and smild, and bid me try: The watchful birds the spoil divide,
I eagerly obeyed; And pick up all the grain.
But when from him I turn'd my eye, 5 But where the Lord of grace and
How was my soul dismayed. Has bless'd the happy field,
6 The storm increas'd on ev'ry side, How plenteous is the golden store
I felt my spirit shrink,
Lord, save me or I sink !"
7 Kindly he caught me by the hand, Let the same hand that gives the seed And said, "Why dost thou fear? Provide a fruitful place.
Since thou art come to my command.
And I am always near.
8 “Upon my promise rest thy hope,
And guide thee sately through."
They purpose to make up full weight, Woman of Canaan. Chap. xv. 22—28. By casting his name in the scale. 1 PRAYER an answer will obtain,
4 Some style him the Pearl of great price,
he's the fountain of joys; None shall seek his face in vain,
Yet feed upon folly and vice, None be empty sent away.
And cleave to the world and its toys:
Like Judas, the Saviour they kiss, 2 When the woman came from Tyre, And, while they salute him, betray; And for help to Jesus sought,
Ah! what will profession like this Though he granted her desire,
Avail in the terrible day? Yet at first he answer'd not.
5 If ask'd, what of Jesus I think? 3 Could she guess at his intent,
Though still my best thoughts are but poor, When he to his followers said,
I say, He's my meat and my drink, "I to Israel's sheep am sent,
My life, and my strength, and my store; Dogs must not have children's bread.” My shepherd, my husband, my friend,
My Saviour from sin and from thrall; 4 She was not of Israel's seed,
My hope from beginning to end,
My portion, my Lord, and my all.
HYMN XC. 5 Yet although from Canaan sprung,
The foolish Virgins.* Chap. xxv. 1. Though a dog herself she styld,
1 WHEN, descending from the sky, She had Israel's faith and tongue,
The Bridegroom shall appear, And was own'd for Abrah'm's child.
And the solemn midnight cry 6 From his words she draws a plea:
Shall call professors near, “ Though unworthy children's bread,
How the sound our hearts will damp! 'Tis enough for one like me
How will shame o'erspread each face! If with crumbs I may be fed.”
If we only have a lamp,
Without the oil of grace. 7 Jesus then his heart reveal'd:
2 Foolish virgins then will wake, “ Woman, canst thou thus believe?
And seek for a supply; I to thy petition yield;
But in vain the pains they take, All that thou canst wish, receive.”
To borrow or to buy. 8 'Tis a pattern set for us,
Then with those they now despise, How we ought to wait and pray:
Earnestly they wish to share; None who plead and wrestle thus,
But the best among the wise Shall be empty sent away.
Will have no oil to spare.
3 Wise they are, and truly blest, HYMN LXXXIX.
Who then shall ready be ! What think ye of Christ? Chap. xxii. 42. But despair will seize the rest,
And dreadful misery; 1 What think ye of Christ? is the test To try both your state and your scheme,
Once they 'll cry, we scorn to doubt, You cannot be right in the rest,
Though in lies our trust we put;
Now our lamp of hope is out,
The door of
4 If they then presume to plead, So God is disposed to you,
“ Lord, open to us now ; And mercy or wrath is your lot.
We on earth have heard and prayed, 2 Some take him a creature to be,
And with thy saints did bow:"
He will answer from his throne, A man, or an angel at most;
Though you with my people mix'd, Sure these have not feelings like me,
Yet to me ye ne'er were known;
Depart, your doom is fix'd."
5 O that none who worship here Nor on his protection rely,
May hear that word, “ Depart," Unless I were sure he is God.
Lord, impress a godly fear
On each professor's heart: 3 Some call him a Saviour, in word,
Help us, Lord, to search the camp,
Trusting to a dying lamp,
• Book III. Hymn lxxii. VOL. II.
3 “Satan, though thou fain wouldst have it. Peler sinning and repenting.
Know this soul is none of thine;
I have shed my blood to save it,
Now I challenge it for mine:* 1 WHEN Peter boasted, soon he fell,
Though it long has thee resembled, Yet was by grace restor'd;
Henceforth it shall me obey." His case should be regarded well
Thus he spoke, while Satan trembled, By all who fear the Lord.
Gnash'd his teeth, and fled away. 2 A voice it has, and helping hand,
4 Thus my frantic soul he healed, Backsliders to recall;
Bid my sins and sorrow cease; And cautions those who think they stand,
“ Take,” said he, my pardon sealed, Lest suddenly they fall.
I have sav'd thee, go in peace:" 3 He said, “ Whatever others do,
Rather take me, Lord, to heaven, With Jesus I'll abide;"'
Now thy love and grace I know; Yet soon, amidst a murd'rous crew,
Since thou hast my sins forgiven, His suffering Lord denied.
Why should I remain below! 4 He who had been so bold before,
5 “Love,” he said, "will sweeten labours, Now trembled like a leaf;
Thou hast something yet to do; Not only lied, but curs’d and swore, Go and tell your friends and neighbours To gain the more belief.
What my love has done for you: 5 When he blasphem'd, he heard the cock, Live to manifest my glory, And Jesus look'd in love;
Wait for heaven a little space; At once, as if by lightning struck,
Sinners, when they hear thy story, His tongue forebore to move.
Will repent, and seek my face."
The Ruler's Daughter raised.
Chap. v. 39–42. 7 But sure the faithful cock had crow'd A hundred times in vain,
1 Could the creatures help or ease us, Had not the Lord that look bestow'd,
Seldom should we think of prayer; The meaning to explain.
Few, if any, come to Jesus,
Till reduc'd to self-despair; 8 As J, like Peter, vows have made,
Long we either slight or doubt him; Yet acted Peter's part;
But when all the means we try So conscience, like the cock, upbraids
Prove we cannot do without him, My base, ungrateful heart.
Then at last to him we cry. 9 Lord Jesus, hear a sinner's cry,
2 Thus the ruler, when his daughter My broken peace renew;
Suffer'd much, though Christ was nigh, And grant one pitying look, that I
Still deferr'd it till he thought her
At the very point to die:
Though he mourn'd for her condition,
He did not entreat the Lord,
But himself could help afford.
That he had no sooner come;
But a gracious answer made him, Satan rag'd within my breast;
And went straightway with him home: Never misery was greater,
Yet his faith was put to trial, Never sinner more possessid:
When his servants came, and said, Mischievous to all around me,
* Though he gave thee no denial. To myself the greatest foe;
'Tis too late, the child is dead." Thus I was when Jesus found me, Fill'd with madness, sin, and woe.
4 Jesus, to prevent his grieving,
Kindly spoke, and eas'd his pain; 2 Yet in this forlorn condition,
“ Be not fearful, but believing, When he came to set me free,
Thou shalt see her live again.' I replied to my Physician,
When he found the people weeping, “What have I to do with thee?"
“ Cease," he said; “no longer mourn; But he would not be prevented,
For she is not dead, but sleeping :"
Then they laughed him to scorn.
* Book IIL Hymn liv.
5 O thou meek and lowly Saviour,
How determind is thy love!
And she liv'd at his command. 6 Fear not, then, distress'd believer,
Venture on his mighty name;
But he ask'd, and Jesus granted,
Follow'd Jesus in the way.
Publishing to all around,
With but one loaf on board,
The caution of their Lord! 2 “The leaven of the Pharisees
Beware," the Saviour said:
We have forgotten bread.
What their own eyes had view'd; How with what scarce suffic'd for few,
He fed a multitude.
Could many thousands serve;
That they should never starve? 5 They oft his power and love had known,
And doubtless were to blame;
That we are just the same.
And every want supplied !
Says, “ Can the Lord provide ?" 7 Be thankful for one loaf today,
Though that be all your store; To-morrow, if you trust and pray,
Shall timely bring you more.
O Lord, thy dwelling-place secure!
And leave the consecrated door. 2 Devoted as it is to thee,
A thievish swarm frequents this place;
And rob my Saviour of his praise.
Sin, Satan, and the world maintain;
part with ease, and purchase pain. 4 I know them, and I hate their din,
Am weary of the bustling crowd;
I cannot serve thee as I would.
What peace shall reign when thou art here;
A calm delightful house of prayer.
Yet, self-abas'd, will I adore;
HYMN XCV. Bartimeus. Chap. x. 47, 48. 1 “MERCY, O thou Son of David !”
Thus blind Bartimeus prayed;
Come, and ask me what you will." 2 Money was not what he wanted, Though by begging us’d to live ;
* Book III. Hymn lvii,
Against the tree which bore no fruit,
Blasted and dried it to the root. 2 But could a tree the Lord offend
To make him show his anger thus?
To be a warning word to us.
But having not a fig to show,
“Let none hereafter on thee grow.” 4 Too many, who the gospel hear,
Whom Satan blinds, and sin deceives,