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READ of the world in mercy broken,
shed ! By whom the words of life were spoken,
And in whose death our fins are dead !
Look on the heart by sorrow broken,
Look on the tears by finners shed ;
ESUS, I my cross have taken,
All to leave and follow Thee ;
Thou from hence my all shalt be.
Perish ev'ry fond ambition,
condition ! God and Heay'n are still my own.
Let the world despise and leave me;
It has left my Saviour too ;-
Thou art not, like them, untrue.
God of wisdom, love, and might ! Foes may
hate, and friends disown me — Show Thy face and all is bright.
Go, then, earthly fame and treasure,
Come, disaster, scorn, and pain;
With Thy favour, lofs is gain.
I have set my heart on Thee;
All must work for good to me.
trouble and distress me, 'Twill but drive me to Thy breast; Life with trials hard may press me,
Heaven will bring me sweeter reft. 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 salvation,
Rise o'er sin, and fear, and care ; Joy to find in ev'ry station
Something still to do or bear.
Think what spirit dwells within thee ;
Think what Father's love is thine ; Think that Jesus died to win thee,
Child of Heaven, canst thou repine?
Haste 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 shall guide thee there. Soon shall close thy earthly mission,
Soon shall pass thy pilgrim days, Hope shall change to full fruition, Faith to fight, and prayer to praise.
HEN I survey the wondrous cross
On which the Prince of Glory died,
Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast,
See, from His head, His hands, His feet,
HOU shalt rise, my duft! thou shalt arise !
Thy life's first Giver,
Ah, praise His name !
Jesus is reaping
Ah, praise His name!
Day of praise! for Thee, thou wondrous day,
And when I number
Thou wakest me!
Then, as they who dream, we shall arise,
And find that morrow,
All past and gone.
Then within the Holiest, I tread,
Through Heaven soaring,
HAT finners value I refign,
Lord, 'tis enough that Thou art mine;
This lise's a dream, an empty show,
Oh glorious hour! oh blest abode !