For sure of all the plants that share The notice of thy Father's eye, None proves less grateful to his care, Or yields him meaner fruit than I. LV. LOVE CONSTRAINING No strength of Nature can suffice How long beneath the law I lay But toiled without success. Then all my servile works were done I freely chuse his ways. "What shall I do," was then the word, To see the law by Christ fulfilled, Much I fasted, watched, and strove, A stranger still to God. LVII. HATRED OF SIN. HOLY Lord God! I love thy truth, Nor dare thy least commandment slight; Yet pierced by sin, the serpent's tooth, I mourn the anguish of the bite. But though the poison lurks within, Hope bids me still with patience wait; Till death shall set me free from sin, Free from the only thing I hate. Had I a throne above the rest, Where angels and archangels dwell, One sin, unslain, within my breast, Would make that heaven as dark as hell. The prisoner sent to breathe fresh air, And blessed with liberty again, Would mourn were he condemnedto wear One link of all his former chain. But, oh! no foe invades the bliss, When glory crowns the Christian's head; One view of Jesus as he is Will strike all sin for ever dead. LVIII. THE NEW CONVERT. THE new-born child of Gospel grace, Like some fair tree when summer's nigh, Beneath Emmanuel's shining face Lifts up his blooming branch on high. No fears he feels, he sees no foes, The strength and peace his soul enjoys. But sin soon darts its cruel sting, And comforts sinking day by day, What seemed his own, a self-fed spring, Proves, but a brook that glides away. When Gideon armed his numerous host, Thus will he bring our spirits down, LIX. TRUE AND FALSE COMFORTS. O GOD, whose favourable eye Not such as hypocrites suppose, Intoxicating joys are theirs, Who while they boast their light, And seem to soar above the stars, Are plunging into night. Lulled in a soft and fatal sleep, They sin and yet rejoice; Were they indeed the Saviour's sheep, Would they not hear his voice? Be mine the comforts that reclaim The soul from Satan's power; 'Tis joy enough, my All in All, LX. A LIVING AND A DEAD FAITH. THE Lord receives his highest praise From humble minds and hearts sincere ; While all the loud professor says To walk as children of the day, Not words alone it cost the Lord To purchase pardon for his own; Nor will a soul by grace restored Return the Saviour words alone. With golden bells, the priestly vest, And rich pomegranates bordered round, The need of holiness expressed, And called for fruit as well as sound. Easy indeed it were to reach A mansion in the courts above, But none shall gain the blissful place, LXI. ABUSE OF THE GOSPEL. Too many, Lord, abuse thy grace And while they boast they see thy face Thy book displays a gracious light That can the blind restore; And blinded still the more. The pardon such presume upon, Was it for this, ye lawless tribe, Ah, Lord, we know thy chosen few Proclaim them what they are. The liberty our hearts implore Is not to live in sin; But still to wait at Wisdom's door, Till Mercy calls us in. LXII. THE NARROW WAY. WHAT thousands never knew the road! What thousands hate it when 'tis known! None but the chosen tribes of God Will seek or choose it for their own. A thousand ways in ruin end, One only leads to joys on high; By that my willing steps ascend, Pleased with a journey to the sky. No more I ask or hope to find Delight or happiness below; The joy that fades is not for me, Cleave to the world, ye sordid worms, Contented lick your native dust! But God shall fight with all his storms Against the idol of your trust. LXIII. DEPENDENCE. To keep the lamp alive, 'Tis water makes the willow thrive, And grace that feeds the soul. LXIV. NOT OF WORKS. GRACE, triumphant in the throne, Scorns a rival, reigns alone; Come and bow beneath her sway, Cast your idol works away! Works of man, when made his plea, Never shall accepted be; Fruits of pride (vain-glorious worm!) Are the best he can perform. Self, the god his soul adores, Influences all his powers; Jesus is a slighted name, Self-advancement all his aim: But when God the Judge shall come To pronounce the final doom, Then for rocks and hills to hide All his works and all his pride! Still the boasting heart replies, "What! the worthy and the wise, Friends to temperance and peace, Have not these a righteousness?' Banish every vain pretence Built on human excellence; Perish everything in man, But the grace that never can. LXV. PRAISE FOR FAITH. Of all the gifts thine hand bestows, Faith too, the blood-receiving grace, Till thou thy teaching power apply, Blind to the merits of thy Son, What misery we endure! We praise thee, and would praise thee LXVI. GRACE AND PROVIDENCE. ALMIGHTY King! whose wondrous hand My streams of outward comfort came Either his hand preserves from pain, Forgive the song that falls so low LXVII. I WILL PRAISE THE LORD AT ALL TIMES. WINTER has a joy for me, While the Saviour's charms I read, Lowly, meek, from blemish free, In the snowdrop's pensive head. Spring returns, and brings along Life-invigorating suns: Hark! the turtle's plaintive song Seems to speak his dying groans! Summer has a thousand charms, All expressive of his worth; 'Tis his sun that lights and warms, His the air that cools the earth. What! has Autumn left to say Nothing of a Saviour's grace? Yes, the beams of milder day Tell me of his smiling face. Light appears with early dawn, While the sun makes haste to rise; See his bleeding beauties drawn On the blushes of the skies. Evening with a silent pace, Slowly moving in the west, Shows an emblem of his grace, Points to an eternal rest. LXVIII. LONGING TO BE To Jesus, the Crown of my Hope, And waft me away to his throne ! My Saviour, whom absent I love, Whom, not having seen, I adore ; Whose name is exalted above All glory, dominion, and power; Dissolve thou these bonds, that detain My soul from her portion in thee, Ah! strike off this adamant chain, And make me eternally free. When that happy era begins, When arrayed in thy glories I shine, Nor grieve any more, by my sins, The bosom on which I recline; Oh then shall the veil be removed, And round me thy brightness be poured, I shall meet Him whom absent I loved, Shall see him whom unseen adored. And then, never more shall the fears, The trials, temptations, and woes, Which darken this valley of tears, Intrude on my blissful repose. I Or, if yet remembered above, Remembrance no sadness shall raise, They will be but new signs of thy love, New themes for my wonder and praise. Thus the strokes which from sin and from pain Shall set me eternally free, Will but strengthen and rivet the chain Which binds me, my Saviour! to thee. |