There they will be, who for their sins had sighed,
It was for them the great Redeemer died.
If you a love to Jesus wish to shew,
You'll walk by his directions as you go.
No sacrifice so well can please your Lord,
As that, to be obedient to his word.
Ingratitude is sure the greatest sin
That any heart of man can keep within,
An: sure, ingratitude to Jesus must,
Of all ingratitude, be deem'd the worst.
Ten thousand worlds could not have eas'd
pain,
Or paid your debt, had not your Lord been slain.
Angels are love-but not of love so great-
They neither could nor would redress your fate.
There's none but Jesus Christ, the Son of God,
Had love, or strength, enough to bear the rod.
If in this world distresses be your lot,
Lo not repine-he has not you forgot :
He only suffers these with you to fight;
And in this sense- Whatever is, is right."
Sometimes his providence may dark appear :
Hold out,be strong, you'll see his goodness clear.
God strikes with wisdom, and in justice fights
His friends for love, and not his foes for spight,
He hateth nothing that he ever made ;
Sin was the debt that your Redeemer paid.
The wordlings after happiness pursue;
But all the while, they seek destruction too.
But if you view the man alone by sight,
You'll say he's happy, and his way is right.
But could you view the heart, as 'tis within,
You'll find it canker'd with a deadly sin.
The man of pleasure no true comfort knows;
He cannot fly to Jesus for repose.
To balls-to plays-to routes--he's always
Yet in such paths he never meets content.
The drunkard drinks, his cares to drive away;
And seeks for happiness that will not stay.
When all is done, a Christian is the best,
For, poor or rich, a Christian will have rest.
There's one thing more I would observe to
you ::
Be careful that you never anger shew;
For if you should give way to such a sin.
Your conscience,tender,can't have peace within..
Fury, says Jesus is not found in me:
Should you indulge it, how can you agree ?
The more unlike your Lord, the more you fret,,
And ev'ry day you live, your sin regret,
Jesus, alone, true happiness can give ;
Therefore, be careful that like him you live.
If family you have, and children dear,
Instruct them early, that they Jesus hear.
If wife you have, and she's of the same mind,
Your happiness is happiness refined:
But if she's not, yet never you despair;
Advise her teach her-and direct by pray'r
Perhaps, in time, she'll find that Christ is more
Than all the pleasures she enjoyed before.
- Jesus is God, his Spirit none can stay ;
Yet once was born, and in a manger lay.
The Heav'n of Heav'ns his presence can't con-
tain;
Yet suffer'd, bled; and died, for man was slain..
Oh, may his Spirit more on you be shed,
That you may feed on rich and heav'nly bread
Oh, may your souls be sprinkled with his blood,
That you may live forever with your God.
If any ask you, what's your Saviour's name?
You'll answer Jesus, whom your sins have slain.
His name is Wonderful, the Mighty God,
Who rules Creation by a single nod.
Christians are sure, and never can be lost;
Yet most expos'd to winds, by waves are toss'd.
Your enemies, like pebbles on the shore,
On right and left, behind you and before.
Were you to judge by sight, you then would cry
It is impossible from them to fly.
But as you live by faith, your anchor sure,
Like a good sailor, can the storm endure ;
You hope and try, & find that strength is giv'n
This is the way that leads to Christ & Heav'n..
Friends, fortune, health, are gone away, you
But Faith, O blessed Faith! does with you stay.. O lovely Guide! you must not with her part, If once you should, your hopes will leave your heart. Espread YourFaith she flies, with joy her wings are To reach at things unseen lifts up her head.. Rich truths you hear, with joy then hold them
fast; [last. Being bound to heav'n, to Christ we'll come at When rocks and seas encompass you around, Your hope's so strong that no despair is found. You heave your lead, you try, nor try in vain ; Your hop'd for shore will soon requite your pain. Your Faith, & Hope, and something else beside, Sweet Charity, walk smiling by your side.
How sweet her smile, how tender is her heart;
Nothing but love can make her to impart, With choicest dainties feeds the hungry poor ; But sordid Interest comes not near her door. Oh, she's a grace-alone she is divine !Take all the world, if she may but be mine. How calm your soul, and how serene your
The world admires your patience so refin'd.
With persecuting ire, your friends disown,
And still you sit a queen upon your throne,
Faith, Hope, and Charity, within you dwell,
And overcome all pow'r that dares rebel;
With you they're link'd, nor arts nor arms can
change,
Should fiery darts be hurl'd from burning flames.
O happy state!-Is thus a Christian led,
To walk by Jesus and by him be fed !
O lovely bride! how are you cover'd o'er !
Finer your raiment than you wore before.
Oh! might I with your Bridegroom wrestle
strong,
That I might walk with him, with you along,
With weeping eyes, O could I mourn my sin :
Dear Jesus teach me, and I'll now begin.
I find my heart it wishes to be thine;
I'd give the world, if thou wilt but be mine.
When the wolf comes, he is not gone away,
O what a Shepherd-he does with you stay.
Along the banks, and in the shady bow'rs,
You spend your time, you pluck the sweetest
flow'rs;
Eglide,
And by the brook, where murm'ring waters
Your mind serene when walking by his side.
O that
your Jesus would with me then walk,
O that I could but hear his pleasing talk..
Come, blessed Jesus! take me to thy arms,
And then my heart will fear no fierce alarms.
Come, blessed Jesus! take me to thy breast,
It's there, and only there, I wish to rest..
Oh, dearest Jesus! let me drink my fill;.
Thy word informs me All may come that will
I'm black, but comely--in thy robes am white-
To sing thy praise alone is my delight..
"Tis only thou canst save my soul from woe;
Under the shadow of thy wings I'd go.
Oh, throw thy mantle gently o'er my head;
And with thy wings let all my sins be spread:
Entomb'd' so deep, that they can never rise;
There's none but Jesus wipes my weeping eyes.
My conscience says, my sins are without end;
Thy word informsme thou'rt the sinner's friend
Wearied and heavy laden, I would go;
Thy word commands me that I must do so, And then thou promises to give me rest.. Of all my lovers,. Jesus loves me best! T
SHAME of JESUS conquered by LovE.. JESUS, and can it ever be,
A mortal man asham'd of thee!
Scorn'd be the thought, by rich and poor;;
My soul shall scorn it more and more..
Asham'd of Jesus! Sooner far
May Ev'ning blush to own a star :
Asham'd of Jesus! Just as soon,
May Midnight blush to think of Noon:
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