LXVII. The happy debtor. I TEN thoufand talents once I ow❜d, But JESUS free'd me from the load, 2 Yet fince the LORD forgave my fin, 3 My guilt is cancell'd quite, I know, But the vaft debt of love I owe, 4 The love I owe for fin forgiv'n, For prefent peace, and promis'd heav'n, 5 That love of thine! thou finner's Friend! 6 Nay more, the poor returns I make 7 'Tis well-it fhall my glory be In time and to eternity, To owe thee more and more. SIMILAR HYMN S. Book I. Hymn 27, 50, 70, 93, 122.. VI. CAUTION I 3 LXVIII. C. The new convert. THE S. HE new-born child of gofpel-grace, 2 No fears he feels, he fees no foes, 4 5 (g) Judges vii. 2. LXIX. C. True and falfe comforts. 10 GOD wofe favourable eye The fin-fick foul revives ; Thy fhining prefence gives. 2. Not fuch as hypocrites fuppofe, 3 Intoxicating joys are theirs, Who while they boast their light, 4 Lull'd in a foft and fatal sleep, 5 Be mine the comforts that reclaim 6 'Tis joy enough, my All in All, LXX. True and falfe zeal. I: ZE EAL is that pure and heav'nly flame, The fire of love supplies; While that which often bears the name, Is felf in a difguife. 2 True zeal is merciful and mild, Can pity and fobear; 3 The falfe is headstrong, fierce and wild, While zeal for truth the chriftian warms, But felf contends for names and forms, 4 Zeal has attain'd its higheft aim, 5 If finners love the Saviour's name, But felf however well employ'd, Has its own ends in view; And fays, as boasting Jehu cry'd (h), 6 Self may its poor reward obtain, But zeal the best applause will gain, 7 Dear LORD, the idol felf dethrone, And let no zeal by us be fhewn, LXXI. C. A living and a dead faith. HE LORD receives his highest praise, (b) 2 Kings x. 16. While all the loud profeffor fays, Offends the righteous Judge's ear. 2 To walk as children of the day To mark the precepts holy light; To wage the warfare, watch and pray, Shew who are pleafing in his fight, Not words alone it coft the LORD, To purchase pardon for his own; Nor with a foul, by grace reftor'd, Return the Saviour words alone. 4 With golden bells, the prieftly veft(i) And rich pomegranates border'd round, The need of holiness exprefs'd, 3 And call'd for fruit, as well as found. Who talks of free and fov'reign grace, LXXII. C. Abufe of the gospel. I TOO many, LORD, abuse thy grace, And while they boaft they fee thy face, 2 Thy Book difplays a gracious light (i) Exodus xxviii. 33. But |