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292. Whence coineth Temptation ?
LET no man say, when he is tempted,
I am tempted of God:
For God cannot be tempted with evil,
Neither tempteth He any man:
But every man is tempted,
When he is drawn away of his own lust

and enticed.
Submit yourselves therefore to God.
Resist the devil and he will flee from you.
Draw nigb to God, and He will draw nigh

to you.-James i. 13; iv. 7.

293. Repent: for why will ye die ?(s. M.)

The Saviour kindly saith

And whispers in His Word, Arise, and put not off till death,

But haste ye to the Lord.

And if you know not how

The Lord would have you run, Leave off your sins-amend e'en now,

The evils you have done.

. And if you would repent,

Pluck sin up by the root,
And henceforth let your life be spent

To bring forth worthy fruit.

294. How and where shall we be safe? Br sober, be vigilant ; Because your adversary the devil, as a roar

ing lion, Walketh about, seeking whom he may

devour: Whom resist, stedfast in the faith.

An highway shall be there, and a way, And it shall be called The way of holiness; The unclean shall not pass over it : No lion shall be there, Nor any ravenous beast shall go up thereon; But the redeemed shall walk there.

i Peter v. 8, 9; Isaiah xxxv. 8, 9.

295.Not joyous at present, but grievous.(7's.)

Folly in a child is bound,
Clinging to his heart around ;
Born within and hedged about,
"Tis the rod must drive it out.
Much indulgence makes a child
Hasty, masterful, and wild,
But correction makes him wise,
Turns away from sin his eyes.
There are plagues within his heart,
From its folly t'will not part,
This each tender parent knows,
And in love reproof bestows.

Oh, if children did but know,
How each sin must end in woe,
Their own passions they would cross,

To escape eternal loss. 296.

The Bondage of Sin. (c. m.) WHEN we were brought to Christ at first

We promised to repent,
And wholly trust in Him who once

To save our souls was sent.
Unless we turn in heart and life,

We cannot be forgiven ;
Unless we fix on Christ our hope,

We cannot enter heaven.
While we continue doing wrong,

How can we say we grieve ?
Whoe'er is sorry for their sin,

Will try all sin to leave.
It was to save us from our sins

The Saviour had to die,
But if we will not give them up,
We from our Saviour fly.

SICKNESS AND SORROW. 297. The Sick Child's Hymn. (L. M.)

O HEAVENLY Father, hear my cry,
Thou dwellest far beyond the sky,
But yet I know that Thou art near,
Thy suffering child's complaint to hear.
I mourn because I am so ill,
But I am sure it is Thy will ;

O grant me an obedient mind,
My comfort in Thy will to find.
I pray Thee take my pain away,
But more for patience would I pray,
To bear that pain, if Thou dost see
That it will do some good to me.
All must be good which Thou dost send
And meant to bless me in the end,
So, whether I am well or ill,

I'll try to love and praise Thee still. 298. Hezekiah's Hymn after Sickness. I said I shall go to the gates of the

grave : O Lord, I am oppressed ; | under take •

for me. What'| shall · I say : He hath both spoken unto me, and Him

self · hath I do.ne it. I shall go softly | all • my / years : In the bitter · niess of my soul. O Lord, by these things • men | live : And in all these things is the life of m y So wilt Thou recover me, and make me

to | live : For Thou hast cast all my | sins.be bind,

thy | back. The living the living : He shall praise Thee, I as I do this day.

Isaiah xxxviii. 10-19.

spirit.

299. God heareth a Child's Cry. (7's.)

0, My Saviour, Thou didst heal
All the sick who came to Thee;
Now my sorrows Thou dost feel,-
In my sickness pity me.
Humbly unto Thee I pray,
Thou canst ease me, though distrest;
Thou canst take my pain away,
Thou canst give me sleep and rest.
Thou Thyself wast once a child,
Thou hast suffered anguish sore,
Make me grateful, patient, mild,
Never fretful any more.
If my sickness still should last,
Well I know 'tis from Thy lore:
If my life is almost past,
Fit me for Thyself above.

300. Be not far from me, O Lord. (c. M.) O Lord, how gracious is thine ear

To listen to our grief ;
Thou knowest all our troubles here,

And Thou canst send relief.
Thou knowest well how weak and frail

Our cottages of clay ;
If Thou but touch them, lo! they fail,

And moulder fast away.

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