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90. Melchisedec a Type of Christ.

Gen. xiv. 18, 19.

ALCESTER. KI

ING of Salem, bless my soul!

Make a wounded sinner whole! King of righteousness and peace, Let not thy sweet visits cease! Come, refresh this soul of mine With thy sacred bread and wine! All thy love to me unfold, Half of which cannot be told! Hail Melchisedec divine! Thou great High-Priest shalt be mine; All my powers before thee fall, Take not tythe, but take them all! 91. The Struggle between Faith and

Unbelief. Mark ix. 24.

ROCHFORD.
JESUS, our souls' delightful choice,

In thee, beli ving we rejoice;
Yet still our joy is mix'd with grief,
While faith contends with unbelief.
Thy promises our hearts revive,
And keep our fainting hopes alive;
But guilt, and fears, and sorrows rise,
And hide the promise from our eyes.

Oh! let not sin and Satan boast,
While saints lie mourning in the dust;
Nor see that faith to ruin brought,
Which thy own gracious hand bath wrought.
Do thou the dying spark inflame;
Reveal the glories of thy name;
And put all anxious doubts to flight,
As shades dispers'd by op'ning light.
92. Faith connected with Salvation.
Rom. i. 16. Heb. x. 39.

MAGDALEN.
NOT by the laws of innocence

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 saves 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,

To thee I look-to thee I cry: Supply my wants, and ease my smart;

Oh! help me soon or else I die.
Here on my soul a burden lies,

No human pow'r can it remove:
My numerous sins like mountains rise;

Do thou reveal thy pard’ning love!
Break off these adamantine chains,

From cruel bondage set me free; Rescue from everlasting pains,

And bring me safe to heay'n and thee!

94. Profession of Love to Christ.

STEPHENS.
AND have I, Christ, no love to thee;

No passion for thy charms ?
No wish my Saviour's face to see,

And dwell within his arms ?
Is there no spark of gratitude

In this cold heart of mine,
To him whose generous bosom glow'd :

With friendship all divine ?

Can I pronounce his charming name,

His acts of kindness tell;
And, while I dwell upon the theme,

No sweet emotion feel?
Such base ingratitude as this,

What heart but must detest!
Sure Christ deserves the noblest place
In
every

human breast!
A very wretch, Lord, I should

prove, Had I no love to thee: Rather than not my Saviour love,

Oh! may I cease to be!

95. Christian Love. Gal. iii. 28.

PECKHAM.
LET party names no more

The Christian world o'erspread; Gentile and Jew, and bond and free,

Are one in Christ their head.
Among the saints on earth,

Let mutual love be found;
Heirs of the same inheritance,

With mutual blessings crown'd.
Let envy, child of hell !
Be banish'd far

away: Those should in strictest friendship dwell,

Who the same Lord obey.

Thus will the church below,

Resemble that above,
Where streams of pleasure ever flow,

And every heart is love.

96.

Patience. OLD HUNDREDTH. DEAR 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 seyerest strokes I feel.

97. It is the Lordlet him do what

seemeth him good. 1 Sam. iii. 18.

CONDESCENSION.

IT
T is the Lord-enthron’d in light,

Whose claims are all divine;
Who has an undisputed right

To govern me and mine.

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