а 90. Melchisedec a Type of Christ. Gen. xiv. 18, 19. ALCESTER. Make a wounded sinner whole! before thee fall, Take not tythe, but take them all! 91. The Struggle between Faith and Unbelief. Mark ix. 24. ROCHFORD. In thee, bel ving we rejoice; Oh! let not sin and Satan boast, MAGDALEN. Can Adam's sons arrive at heav'n: New works can give us no pretence To have our ancient sins forgiv'n. Not the best deeds that we have done Can make a wounded conscience whole: Faith is the grace, and faith alone, That flies to Christ, and sayes the soul. Lord, I believe thy heav'nly word, Fain would I have my soul renew'd: I mourn for sin, and trust the Lord To have it pardon'd and subdu'd. Oh! may thy grace its pow'r display; Let guilt and death no longer reign : Save me in thine appointed way, Nor let my humble faith be vain, 93. The humble Publican. Luke xviii. 13. ULVERSTON. LORD, with a griev'd and aching heart, Here on my soul a burden lies, Break off these adamantine chains, And bring me safe to heav'n and thee! 94. A Profession of Love to Christ. STEPHENS. ND have I, Christ, no love to thee? No wish my Saviour's face to see, Is there no spark of gratitude In this cold heart of mine, To him whose generous bosom glow'd Can I pronounce his charming name, His acts of kindness tell; , What heart but must detest! human breast ! Had I no love to thee: Oh! may I cease to be! 95. Christian Love. Gal. iii. 28. PECKHAM. LI ET party names no more The Christian world o'erspread; Are one in Christ their head. Let mutual love be found With mutual blessings crown'd. , Be banish'd far away: Those should in strictest friendship dwell, Who the same Lord obey. Thus will the church below, Resemble that above, And every heart is love. 96. Patience. DE EAR Lord, though bitter is the cup Thy gracious hand deals out to me, I cheerfully would drink it up; That cannot hurt which comes from thee. Dash it with thine unchanging love, Let not a drop of wrath be there: The saints, for ever bless'd above, Were often most afflicted here. From Jesus, thy incarnate Son, I'll learn obedience to thy will; And humbly kiss the chast ning rod, When its severest strokes I feel. 97. It is the Lord_let him do what seemeth him good. 1 Sam. iii. 18. CONDESCENSION. IT is the Lord—enthron’d in light, Whose claims are all divine; Who has an undisputed right To govern me and mine. |