3. From Satan's all bewitching guiles, His fatal power and traitrous smiles; From all that hardens or defiles, Good Lord, deliver me! 4. From worldly men and worldly snares, From anxious hopes and earth-born cares, From all that Christian life impairs, Good Lord, deliver me! 5. From terrors of unconquer'd death, And the sad boasts it often saith, When it assaults the failing breath, Good Lord, deliver me! 6. From hell's inextricable state, Where dwells unutterable hate Which endless night cannot abate, Good Lord, deliver me! 7. From thousand ills that here below, Flow on and will not cease to flow, Till Christ in glory I shall know, Good Lord, deliver me! CCCXIV. EARTHLY HOPE. (Anon.) 1. THE wing of time hath brush'd away The hopes that once were fair and bright; Sweet flowers that lasted scarce a day, 2. Hope was the life-breath of my heart, ; For fancy woke such happy dreams, Of life, with it's uncertain schemes. CCCXV. SECOND PART. 5. YET, though my earthly hopes are dead, 7. Sorrow shall cease amongst the blest, And pain, and sin, and torturing care: Oh, Saviour, strengthen in my breast Desires Thyself hast planted there! 8. And, when my soul, with parting sigh, Shall wing it's way to shores unknown; Safe shall I be, if Thou art nigh, If Thou wilt then thy creature own! CCCXVI. OMNIPRESENCE. Guion, translated by Cowper. Music, 29th Ps. Mel. Sac. 2. All scenes alike engaging prove I can be calm and free from care 4. While place we seek, or place we shun, 5. Could I be cast where Thou wert not, CCCXVII. HUMAN TRANSGRESSION. Psalm cxix. 136, 158. 1. ARISE, my tenderest thoughts, arise; In flames that no abatement know, 4. My God! I feel the mournful scene; My bowels yearn o'er dying men: And fain my pity would reclaim And snatch the firebrands from the flame. 5. But feeble my compassion proves, And can but weep where most it loves; CCCXVIII. I HAVE SINNED. (Abridged, from Montgomery.) 2 Sam. xii. 13. 1. I LEFT the God of truth and light, I left the God who gave me breath, To wander in the wilds of night, And perish in the snares of death. 2. Sweet was His service, and His yoke Was light and easy to be borne ; Through all the bonds of love I broke, I cast away His gifts with scorn. 3. I danced in folly's giddy maze, And drank the sea, and chased the wind |