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Once I admired its trifles too ;
grace has set me free.
No more content afford ;
Now I have known the Lord ! 3 As, by the light of opening day,
The stars are all conceald,
When Jesus is reveal'd. 4 Creatures no more divide
name, and love, and pardoning voice,
Have fix'd my wandering heart.
And wholly live to Thee:-
A worthless worm like me?
I cannot doubt thy will;
I had refused Thee still.
(C. M. ATTERCLIFFE.) The Christian's life hid with Christ in God. Col. iii. 3. 1 To tell the Saviour all my wants,
How pleasing is the task ! Nor less to praise Him, when He grants
Beyond what I can ask.
2 My labouring spirit vainly seeks
To tell but half the joy ;
And helps me to reply.
Such secrets to declare ;
Exposed to open air.
Nor care if thousands hear;
Not life itself so dear.
Who knew what once I was,
The Man who bore the cross ?
And not as fancy paints ;
For such have all his saints.
(C. M. ST. ANN's.) Jehovah our Righteousness. Isa. xxiii. 6. 1 GREAT God! how perfect are thy ways !
But mine polluted are ;
And slides into my prayer. 2 When I would speak what Thou hast done,
To save me from my sin,
But self-applause creeps in.
3 Divine desire that holy flame,
Thy grace creates in me;
When it returns to Thee, 4 This heart, a fountain of vile thoughts,
How does it overflow!
Still bubbling from below. 5 Let others in the gaudy dress
Of fancied merit shine;
The Lord for ever mine.
(c. M. HARLEY.)
The contrite heart. Isa. lvii. 15. 1 The Lord will happiness divine
On contrite hearts bestow :
A contrite heart, or no?
Insensible as steel ;
To find I cannot feel.
To love Thee, if I could;
Averse to all that's good.
I fain would strive for more;
But when I cry, “my strength renew,"
Seem weaker than before.
And love thy house of prayer ;
But find no comfort there.
Decide this doubt for me;
And heal it, if it be.
For communion with God.
A calm and heavenly frame, A light to shine upon the road
That leads me to the Lamb! 2 Where is the blessedness I knew,
When first I saw the Lord ! Where is the soul refreshing view
Of Jesus, and his word ? 3 What peaceful hours I then enjoy'd !
How sweet their memory still!
The world can never fill.
! I hate the sins that made Thee mourn,
And drove Thee from my breast.
5 The dearest idol I have known,
Whate'er that idol be,
And worship only Thee.
That leads me to the Lamb.
The all sufficiency of the grace of Christ.
Fightings without, and fears within,
Assault and terrify my mind; 2 What strength have I against such foes,
Such hosts and legions to oppose ?
all. 4 Thus sorely press’d, I sought the Lord,
To give me some supporting word;
I waited long, but not in vain.
Exactly suited to my need;
“ Thy weakness my great power displays."* 5 Now I despond and mourn no more; I welcome all I fear'd before ;
2 Cor. xii, .9.