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But will Christ to such sinners Saviour be,
Who long and wilfully contemn’d his grace ?
Yes, if they have but hearts to him to come;
He excepts none : he'll all their sins deface.
The prodigal now hopefully resolves,
In Christ I'll trust, and to my Father go,
When there's but one way,
who should stand and doubt?
The vanity of all things else I know.
If in his house I may the lowest be,
His wondrous grace I will with thanks proclaim;
My sin and misery I will confess,
And in repentance take deserved shame.
And when repenting souls are thus resolved,
And with design do tow'rds their Father come,
'They are surprised with unexpected love,
Grace feasts, forgives them, bids them welcome home.
Now the returned soul doth dwell with God,
And God in him, for there his Spirit dwells;
God hath his highest love, Heaven his chief hope,
Christ is his life; he trusteth to none else.
O how much better is it with him now;
How wise, how safe, to what he was before !
What he's yet short of, faith has in its view,
He'll choose the way of sin and hell no more.
Now farewell mortal sin, stoop brutish flesh,
Now pride and lust come down, submit to faith;
Farewell ensnaring sports and company,
Farewell deceit, I'll hear what scripture saith.
Now all is new, new judgments, love and life,
New hopes, delights, a new intended end;
The means then must be new, or better used;
New friends, new thoughts, and all that to it tend.
The sacred Spirit so may rest,
With quick’ning beams upon thy breast;
And kindly clear it all within,
From darker blemishes of sin;
And shine with grace, until we view
The realm it gilds with glory too.
See the day that dawns in air,
Brings along its toil and care:
From the lap of Night it springs,
With heaps of business on its wings.
Prepare to meet them in a mind
That bows submissively resign'd;
That would to works appointed fall,
That knows that God has order'd all.
And whether with a small repast
We break the sober morning fast;
Or in our thoughts and houses lay
The future methods of the day;
Or early walk, abroad to meet
Our business with industrious feet;-
Wbate'er we think, whate'er we do,
His glory still be kept in view.
0, Giver of eternal bliss,
Grant, heavenly Father! grant me this!
Grant it to all, as well as me,
All those whose hearts are fix'd on thee,
Who revere thy Son above,
Who thy sacred Spirit love.
It takes not too much part with pained Aesh,
It ruleth reason, appetite, and sense;
Conquers temptations, keepeth inward peace,
Keeps near to God, who is our sure defence.
It all the way foresees the blessed end,
Motives to duty, comfort in all grief,
It fetcheth more from God and Heav'n, than earth,
In every case from Christ it finds relief.
It spendeth health and life in preparation,
For foreseen death, and the soul's final change,
It's not surprised without expectation;
It trusteth Christ, when things unseen seem strange.
All this Grace doth, in various degrees,
In most but weak, imperfect in the best;
Clogg'd here with flesh, and contradicting sin,
But ends in glory and eternal rest.
Its whole work is to bring man's will to God,
As our original, our guide, and end,
Thankfully take his Grace, obey his word,
And wholly love him as our chiefest friend.
And inore than so, to love him for himself,
The final object of created love;
This only perfect ones, perfectly do,
Who see God's glory in the world above. Amen
Jan. 6, 1683.
"THIS DO IN REMEMBRANCE OF ME.'
ACCORDING to thy gracious word,
In meek humility,
This will I do, my dying Lord,
I will remember thee.
Thy body broken for
My bread from heaven shall be,
Thy testamental cnp I take,
And thus remember thee.
Gethsemane can I forget ?
Or there thy conflict see,
Thine agony and bloody sweat,
And not remember thee?
When to the cross I turn mine eyes,
And rest on Calvary,
O Lamb of God, my sacrifice!
I must remember thee :
Remember thee, and all thy pains,
And all thy love to me;
Yes, while a breath, a pulse remains,
Will I remember thee.
And when these failing lips grow dumb,
And mind and memory fee,
When Thou shalt in thy kingdom come,
Jesus, remember me.
The festal morn, my God, is come,
That calls me to thy honour'd dome,
Thy presence to adore :
My feet the summons shall attend,
With willing steps thy courts ascend,
And tread the hallow'd floor.
E'en now to our transported eyes,
Fair Sion's towers in prospect rise,
Within her gates we stand,
And, lost in wonder and delight,
Behold her happy sons unite,
In friendship’s firmest band.
Hither from Judah's utmost end
The Heav'n protected tribes ascend;
Their off'rings hither bring;
Here, eager to attest their joy,
In hymns of praise their tongues employ,
And hail th’immortal King.
By his command impell’d, to her
Contending crowds their cause refer;
While princes from her throne,
With equal doom, th' unerring law
Dispense, who boast their birth to draw
From Jesse's favour'd Son.