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No fears he feels, he sees no foes,
No conflict yet his faith employs, Nor has he learnt to whom he owes
The strength and peace his soul enjoys. But sin soon darts its cruel sting,
And comforts sinking day by day: What seem'd his own, a self-fed spring,
Proves but a brook that glides away. When Gideon arm'd his numerous host,
The Lord soon made his numbers less; And said, “Lest Israel vainly boast, *
• My arm procured me this success. Thus will he bring our spirits down,
And draw our ebbing comforts low, That, saved by grace, but not our own,
We may not claim the praise we owe.
LVIII. TRUE AND FALSE COMFORTS.
The sin-sick soul revives,
Thy shining presence gives. Not such as hypocrites suppose,
Who with a graceless heart
Prepared by Satan's art.
Who, while they boast their light,
Are plunging into night.
They sin, and yet rejoice ;
Would they not hear his voice ?
The soul from Satan's power; That make me blush for what I am,
And hate my sin the more.
At thy dear feet to lie;
And none can higher ily.
LIX. A LIVING AND A DEAD FAITH,
From humble minds and hearts sincere; While all the loud professor says
Offends the righteous Judge's ear.
• Judges vil. 2.
To walk as children of the day,
To mark the precepts' holy light,
Show who are pleasing in his sight.
To purchase pardon for his own; Nor will a soul, by grace restored,
Return the Saviour words alone. With golden bells, the priestly vest,
And rich pomegranates border'd round, The need of holiness express'd,
And call’d for fruit, as well as sound. Easy, indeed, it were to reach
A mansion in the courts above, If swelling words and fluent speech
Might serve, instead of faith and love. But none shall gain the blissful place,
Or God's unclouded glory see,
Unless that grace has made him free!
LX. ABUSE OF THE GOSPEL. Too many, Lord, abuse thy grace,
In this licentious day;
They turn their own away.
That can the blind restore;
And blinded still the more.
They do not beg, but steal;
Oh! where's the Spirit's seal ?
The dear Redeemer bled?
From Christ the living head ?
Are fed with heavenly fare;
Proclaim them what they are.
Is not to live in sin;
Till mercy calls us in.
# Exodus xxviii. 33.
LXI. THE NARROW WAY. WHAT thousands never knew the road!
What thousands hate it when 'tis knowi None but the chosen tribes of God
Will seek or choose it for their own. A thousand ways in ruin end,
One, only, leads to joys on high ; By that my willing steps ascend,
Pleased with a journey to the sky. No more I ask, or hope to find,
Delight or happiness below; Sorrow may well possess the mind
That feeds where thorns and thistles grow, The joy that fades is not for me,
I seek immortal joys above; There glory without end shall be
The bright reward of faith and love.
Contented lick your native dust,
Against the idol of your trust.
And grace that feeds the soul.
Supplies the living stream;
But still derived from him.
Nor confidently say,
His strength in God alone;
Who trusted in his own.
Than all your works beside.
Grace issues from his throne;
Confesses he has none.
Matthew xxvi. 33.
† John vi. 29
LXIII. NOT OF WORKS.
LXIV. PRAISE FOR FAITH.
Thou Giver of all good!
Than my Redeemer's blood.
From the same hand we gain;
That gift had been in vain.
Our hearts refuse to see,
Shut out the view of thee.
What misery we endure!
We could expect a cure.
To thee our all we owe;
LXV. GRACE AND PROVIDENCE.
LXVI, I WILL PRAISE THE LORD AT ALL TIMES.
WINTER has a joy for me,
While the Saviour's charms I read,
In the snowdrop's pensive head.
Seems to speak his dying groans !
All expressive of his worth;
His the air that cools the earth.
Nothing of a Saviour's grace?
Tell me of his smiling face.
While the sun makes haste to rise ;
On the blushes of the skies.
Slowly moving in the west,
Points to an eternal rest.