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None proves less grateful to his care,
Or yields him meaner fruit than I.

LIV. LOVE CONSTRAINING TO OBEDI-
ENCE.

No strength of nature can suffice
To serve the Lord aright:

And what she has she misapplies,

For want of clearer light.

How long beneath the law I lay
In bondage and distress!
I toil'd the precept to obey,

But toil'd without success.

Then, to abstain from outward sin
Was more than I could do;
Now, if I feel its power within,

I feel I hate it too.

Then, all my servile works were done

A righteousness to raise ;

Now, freely chosen in the Son,

I freely choose his ways.

"What shall I do," was then the word,

"That I may worthier grow?"
"What shall I render to the Lord ?"

Is my inquiry now.

To see the law by Christ fulfill'd,

And hear his pardoning voice,
Changes a slave into a child,*
And duty into choice.

*Romans iii. 31.

LV. THE HEART HEALED AND
CHANGED BY MERCY.

SIN enslaved me many years,
And led me bound and blind;
Till at length a thousand fears
Came swarming o'er my mind.
"Where," I said, in deep distress,
"Will these sinful pleasures end?
How shall I secure my peace,

And make the Lord my friend?"

Friends and ministers said much
The gospel to enforce;
But my blindness still was such,
I chose a legal course :

Much I fasted, watch'd, and strove,
Scarce would show my face abroad,
Fear'd almost to speak or move,
A stranger still to God.

Thus afraid to trust his grace,

Long time did I rebel;

Till, desparing of my case,

Down at his feet I fell:
Then my stubborn heart he broke,

And subdued me to his sway;

By a simple word he spoke,
"Thy sins are done away."

LVI. HATRED OF SIN.

HOLY Lord God! I love thy truth,

Nor dare thy least commandment slight; Yet pierced by sin, the serpent's tooth, I mourn the anguish of the bite.

But, though the poison lurks within,
Hope bids me still with patience wait;
Till death shall set me free from sin,
Free from the only thing I hate.

Had I a throne above the rest,

Where angels and archangels dwell, One sin, unslain, within my breast,

Would make that heaven as dark as hell.

The prisoner, sent to breathe fresh air,
And bless'd with liberty again,

Would mourn, were he condemn'd to wear
One link of all his former chain.

But, oh! no foe invades the bliss,

When glory crowns the Christian's head;

One view of Jesus as he is

Will strike all sin for ever dead.

LVII. THE NEW CONVERT.

THE new-born child of gospel grace,

Like some fair tree when summer's nigh,

Beneath Emmanuel's shining face

Lifts up his blooming branch on high.

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.

O GOD, whose favorable eye
The sin-sick soul revives,
Holy and heavenly is the joy
Thy shining presence gives.

Not such as hypocrites suppose,
Who with a graceless heart
Taste not of thee, but drink a dose,
Prepared by Satan's art.

Intoxicating joys are theirs,

Who, while they boast their light,
And seem to soar above the stars,
Are plunging into night.

Lull'd in a soft and fatal sleep,
They sin, and yet rejoice;

Were they indeed the Saviour's sheep,
Would they not hear his voice?

Be mine the comforts that reclaim
The soul from Satan's power;
That make me blush for what I am,
And hate my sin the more.

* Judges vii. 2.

'Tis joy enough, my All in All,
At thy dear feet to lie ;
Thou wilt not let me lower fall,
And none can higher fly.

LIX. A LIVING AND A DEAD FAITH.

THE Lord receives his highest praise
From humble minds and hearts sincere;

While all the loud professor says

Offends the righteous Judge's ear.

To walk as children of the day,
To mark the precepts' holy light,
To wage the warfare, watch, and pray,
Show who are pleasing in his sight.

Not words alone it cost the Lord,
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,
Who talks of free and sovereign grace,
Unless that grace has made him free!

*Exod. xxviii. 33.

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