Ye tempting sweets, forbear;

Ye dearest idols, fall ; My love ye must not share,

Jesus shall have it all : 'Tis bitter pain, 'tis cruel smart, But, ah! thou must consent, my heart.

Ye fair enchanting throng!

Ye golden dreams, farewell!
Earth has prevailed too long,

And now I break the spell :
Ye cherished joys of early years ; —
Jesus, forgive these parting tears.

But must I part with all ?

My heart still fondly pleads; Yes,—Dagon's self must fall,

It beats, it throbs, it bleeds : Is there no balm in Gilead found, To sooth and heal the smarting wound.?

O yes, there is a balm,

A kind Physician there,
My fevered mind to calm,

To bid me not despair :
Aid me, dear Saviour, set me free,
And I will all resign to Thee.

O may I feel thy worth,

And let no idol dare, No vanity of earth,

With Thee, my Lord, compare ! Now bid all worldly joys depart, And reign supremely in my heart!

CII.

JESUS, by whose grace I live,

From the fear of evil kept,
Thou hast lengthen'd my reprieve,

Held in being while I slept :
With the day my heart

renew, Let me wake thy will to do. Oh that I may keep thy word,

Taught by Thee to watch and pray; To thy service, gracious Lord,

Sanctify the present day:
Swift its fleeting moments haste;
Doom'd, perhaps, to be my last !
Crucified to all below,

Earth shall never be my care :
Wealth and honour I forego,
This
my

aim and constant prayerThine in life and death to be, Now, and to eternity.

CIII.

'LORD, and what shall this man do ?'

Ask'st thou, Christian, for thy friend? If his love for Christ be true,

Christ hath told thee of his end :
This is he whom God approves,
This is he whom Jesus loves.
Ask not of him more than this,

Leave it in his Saviour's breast,
Whether, early called to bliss,

He in youth shall find his rest,
Or armed in his station wait
Till his Lord be at the gate :
Whether in his lonely course

(Lonely, not forlorn) he stay, Or with love's supporting force

Cheat the toil and cheer the way: Leave it all in His high hand, Who doth hearts as streams command. Gales from heaven, if so He will,

Sweeter melodies can wake On the lonely mountain rill,

Than the meeting waters make. Who hath the Father and the Son, May be left, but not alone.

Sick or healthful, slave or free,

Wealthy, or despised and poor-
What is that to him or thee,

So his love to Christ endure ?
When the shore is won at last,
Who will count the billows past ?

Only, since our souls will shrink

At the touch of natural grief, When our earthly loved ones sink,

Lend us, Lord, thy sure relief Patient hearts, their pain to see, And thy grace, to follow Thee.

CIV.

At anchor laid, remote from home,
Toiling, I cry, 'Sweet Spirit, come,'
Celestial breeze, no longer stay,
But swell my sails and speed my way.

Fain would I mount, fain would I glow,
And loose my cable from below;
But I can only spread my sail,
Thou, Thou must breathe the auspicious gale.

L

CV.

LORD, I feel a carnal mind,

That hangs about me still, Vainly though I strive to bind

My own rebellious will; Is not haughtiness of heart

The gulf between my God and me?
Meek Redeemer, now impart

Thine own humility.
Fain would I my Lord pursue,

Be all my Saviour taught,
Do as Jesus bids me do,

And think as Jesus thought:
But 'tis Thou must change my heart,

The perfect gift must come from Thee: Meek Redeemer, now impart

Thine own humility.
Lord, I cannot, must not rest,

Till I thy mind obtain,
Chase presumption from my breast,

And all thy mildness gain!
Give me, Lord, thy gentle heart,

Thy lowly mind my portion be; Meek Redeemer, now impart

Thine own humility.