READ of the world in mercy broken,
Wine of the foul in mercy fhed!
By whom the words of life were spoken,
And in whofe death our fins are dead!
Look on the heart by forrow broken,
Look on the tears by finners fhed;
And be Thy feaft to us the token,
That by Thy grace our fouls are fed !
ESUS, I my cross have taken,
All to leave and follow Thee;
All things elfe for Thee forfaken,
Thou from hence my all fhalt be.
Perish ev'ry fond ambition,
All I've fought, or hoped, or known;
Yet how rich is my condition!
God and Heav'n are ftill my own.
Let the world despise and leave me ;
It has left my Saviour too ;—
Human hearts and looks deceive me
Thou art not, like them, untrue.
And whilft Thou doft fmile upon me,
God of wisdom, love, and might!
Foes may hate, and friends difown me
Show Thy face and all is bright.
Go, then, earthly fame and treasure,
Come, disaster, fcorn, and pain;
In thy fervice, pain is pleasure,
With Thy favour, lofs is gain.
I have called Thee, Abba, Father,
I have fet my heart on Thee;
Storms may howl, and clouds may gather,
All muft work for good to me.
Man may trouble and distress me,
"Twill but drive me to Thy breaft;
Life with trials hard may press me,
Heaven will bring me sweeter rest.
Oh 'tis not in grief to harm me,
While Thy love is left to me;
Oh 'twere not in joy to charm me,
Were that joy unmixed with Thee.
Soul, then know thy full falvation,
Rife o'er fin, and fear, and care;
Joy to find in ev'ry station
Something ftill to do or bear.
Think what fpirit dwells within thee;
Think what Father's love is thine;
Think that Jefus died to win thee,-
Child of Heaven, canft thou repine?
Hafte thee on from grace to glory,
Arm'd by faith, and wing'd by prayer;
Heaven's eternal day's before thee,
God's own hand fhall guide thee there.
Soon fhall close thy earthly miffion,
Soon fhall pass thy pilgrim days,
Hope fhall change to full fruition,
Faith to fight, and prayer to praise.
HEN I furvey the wondrous cross
On which the Prince of Glory died,
My richest gain I count but lofs,
And pour contempt on all my pride.
Forbid it, Lord, that I fhould boast,
Save in the cross of Chrift my God;
All the vain things that charm me moft,
I facrifice them to His blood.
See, from His head, His hands, His feet,
Sorrow and love flow mingled down!
Did e'er fuch love and forrow meet,
Or thorns compofe fo bright a crown?
Were the whole realm of nature mine,
That were an offering far too fmall;
Love so amazing, fo divine,
Demands my soul, my life, my all.
HOU fhalt rise, my duft! thou fhalt arife!
Not always closed thine eyes;
Thy life's firft Giver,
Will give Thee life for ever.
Ah, praise His name!
Sown in darkness, but to bloom again,
When, after winter's reign,
Jefus is reaping
The feed now quietly fleeping.
Ah, praise His name!
Day of praife! for Thee, thou wondrous day,
In my quiet grave I stay;
And when I number
My days and nights of flumber,
Thou wakeft me!
Then, as they who dream, we shall arise,
With Jefus to the skies,
And find that morrow,
The weary pilgrim's forrow,
All paft and gone.
Then within the Holieft, I tread,
By my Redeemer led,
Through Heaven foaring,
His holy name adoring
HAT finners value I refign,
Lord, 'tis enough that Thou art mine;
I fhall behold Thy bliffful face,
And ftand complete in righteousness.
This life's a dream, an empty fhow,
But the bright world to which I go,
Hath joys fubftantial and fincere:
When shall I wake and find me there?
Oh glorious hour! oh bleft abode!
I fhall be near and like my God;
And flesh and fin no more controul
The facred pleasures of the foul.
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