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2 The world's esteem is but a bribe,
To buy their peace you sell your own;
Who hate you while they make you known. 3 The joy that vain amusements give,
Oh! sad conclusion that it brings !
Defended by a thousand stings.
That live upon her treach'rous smiles ;
5 God knows the thousands who
Blaspheme their Maker as they go. 6 O fearful thought! be timely wise ; Delight but in a Saviour's charms
; And God shall take you to the skies, Embrac'd in everlasting arms.
O LORD, I WILL PRAISE' THEE.--13AIAH, xii.
1 I WILL praise thee ev'ry day,
Now thine anger's turn'd away!
2 Here in the fair gospel field,
Wells of free salvation yield
soul shall thirst no more.
3 Jesus is become at length
My salvation and my strength;
While I live, my pleasant song.
Publish his exalted fame!
5 Raise again thy joyful sound,
Let the nations roll it round !
1 THE Lord will happiness divine
On contrite hearts bestow :
A contrite heart or no ?
2 I hear, but seem to hear in vain,
Insensible as steel;
To find I cannot feel.
3 I sometimes think myself inclin'd
To love thee, if I could ; But often feel another mind,
Averse to all that's good.
I fain would strive for more ;
Seem weaker than before.
5 Thy saints are comforted I know,
And love thy house of pray'r ; I therefore
where others go, But find no comfort there.
6 Oh make this heart rejoice or ache ;
Decide this doubt for me ; And if it be not broken, break,
And heal it, if it be.
THE FUTURE PEACE AND GLORY OF THE CHURCH.
ISAIAH, 1x. 15--20.
Oh my people, faint and few;
2 There like streams that feed the garden,
Pleasures, without end, shall flow;
Hear the voice of war again.
Waning moons no more shall see ;
JEHOVAH OUR RIGHTEOUSNESS.--JER. xxiii. 6.
1 MY God, how perfect are thy ways !
But mine polluted are ;
And slides into my prayer.
To save me from my sin,
But self-applause creeps in. .
3 Divine desire, that holy flame
Thy grace creates in me ;
Alas! impatience is its name,
When it returns to thee.
4 This heart, a fountain of vile thoughts,
How does it overflow?
Still bubbling from below. 5 Let others in the gaudy dress
Of fancied merit shine ;
The LORD forever mine.
EPHRAIM REPENTING.--LAM. Xxxi. 18--20.
1 MY GOD, till I receiv'd thy stroke,
How like a beast was I;
So backward to comply.
Shame fills me at the thought ;
What wickedness I wrought ! 3 Thy merciful restraint I scorn'd,
And left the pleasant road ;
Thou art the LORD my God. 4 Is Ephraim banish'd from my thoughts,
Or yile in my esteem !