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CCLVIII. C. M. Watts.

The World a maze.

ORD! what a wretched land is this
That yields us no supply;

No cheering fruits, no wholesome trees,
No streams of living joy?

2 But piercing thorns, through all the ground,
And mortal poisons grow;
And all the rivers that are found,
With dangerous waters flow.
3 Yet the dear path to thine abode,
Lies through this horrid land;
Lord, we would keep the heavenly road,
And run at thy command.

4 Our journey is a thorny maze,
But we march upward still;
Forget the troubles of the way,
And reach at Sion's hill.

5 See the kind angels, at the gates,
Inviting us to come!

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There Jesus the Forerunner waits
To welcome trav'lers home!

Imputed Righteousness.
BLESSED souls are they,
Whose sins are cover'd o'er!
Divinely blest, to whom the Lord
Imputes their guilt no more!
2 They mourn their follies past,
Their hearts are kept with cares
Their lips and lives without deceit,
Shall prove their faith sincere.

3 While i conceal'd my guilt,
I felt the fest'ring wound;
Till I confess'd my sins to thee,
And ready pardon found.

4 Let mourners learn to pray,

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Let saints keep near the throne:
For help in times of deep distress
Is found in God alone.

CCLX. C. M. New Selec.

The backslider returning.

WHAT a cruel wretch am I,
To leave my Jesus so!

And know not where to go.

2 Once I enjoy'd his smiling face:-
Who could have thought-so soon
I should go mourning in distress!
My comforts all be gone!

3 Not all the glories of this earth
Can do me any good;

My soul abhors all carnal mirth,
And groans to find my God.
4 O should I see his face again,
I'd tell him all my wo,
Confess how guilty I have been
To leave my Jesus so.

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Then I would clasp him in my arms,
And he should have my heart;

And earth, with all her treach'rous charms,
For ever should depart.

CCLXI. C. M. New Selec.

Two natures in one Believer. Gal. v. 17.

LAS! it is a thorny road
That I am call'd to tread;

And many are the snares and traps
That for my feet are laid.

2 The world, the flesh, and Satan are
Against my soul combin'd;
And, worse than all, this evil heart
Is with the tempter join'd!

3 An awful truth! I daily feel
Old nature is the same

It ever was, and ne'er will die
While I in flesh remain.

4 What but the pow'r of mighty grace
Could such a wretch restrain,
From running into ev'ry vice,
Among the world again.

5 That grace I know can never fail,
Sufficient it will be ;

The Lord hath said, it shall sustain

So weak a worm as me.

6 Forget not, O my soul, thy God
Is an unchanging friend;

And in his strength thou shalt o'ercome,
And triumph in the end.

CCLXII. C. M. New Selec.

Living, Moving, and Acting, all from God.
ORD, what is man! that child of pride,
That boasts his high degree?

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If left one moment to himself?

He sinks, and where is he?

2 In thee I live, and move, and am,
Thou deal'st me out my days;
Lord, as thou dost renew my life,
Let me renew thy praise.

3 To thee I come, from thee I am,
And for thee I must be ;
'Tis better for me not to live,
Than not to live to thee;

4 This noble and immortal soul
Thou breathedst into me,

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And this my soul shall still breathe forth
Immortal praise to thee.

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CCLXIII. 148th. New Selec.
Hoping against Hope. Rom. iv. 18-21.
REAT God! to thee I'll make

My griefs and sorrows known;
And with an humble hope

Approach thine awful throne:
Though by my sins deserving hell,
I'll not despair ;-for, who can tell?
2 To thee, who by a word,

My drooping soul canst cheer,
And by thy Spirit form

Thy glorious image there-
My foes subdue, my fears dispel-
I'll daily seek :-for who can tell?
3 Endanger'd or distrest,

To thee alone i'll fly,
Implore thy powerful help,

And at thy footstool lie;

My case bemoan, my wants reveal,
And patient wait :-for, who can tell?

4 My heart misgives me oft,

And conscience storms within;
One gracious look from thee

Will make it all serene:
Satan suggests that I must dwell

In endless flames ?-but who can tell?

5 Vile unbelief, begone;

Ye doubts, fly swift away;

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God hath an ear to hear,

While I've an heart to pray:
If he be mine, all will be well-
For ever so ;-and, who can tell?

CCLXIV. L. M. New Selec.

All things working for good. EMPTATIONS, trials, doubts and fears, Wants, losses, crosses, groans, and tears, Will, through the grace of God, our friend, In everlasting triumphs end!

2 To those that him sincerely love, All trials do but blessings prove,

Whom God hath call'd and made his own, Nor fires can burn, nor floods can drown. 3 Lord, let this thought in deep distress Our hopes confirm, our spirits raise ; 'Midst earth and hell's opposing pow'rs, We still are safe if thou art ours.

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CCLXV. L. M. New Selec.

Glorying in the cross of Christ.
ET others, wrapt in self-conceit,

L Beast in their wisdom and their wit;

Let them extol their gold and dross,
I'll glory in my Saviour's cross.

2 While the self-righteous, blind and rude,
Cry up their native rectitude,

I'll seek revenge on all my pride,
And boast in Jesus crucified.

3 While they, with curses on their heads,
Talk of their justice and their deeds,
1 choose to sit at Jesus' feet,
And self-abasement is my seat.

4 Hither I'm brought by sov'reign grace;
I bless the means and love the place:
I bid all earthly joys begone,
And glory in my Lord alone.

5 Here could tarry night and day,
Here could my soul for ever stay:
O may I never, never rove,
Nor glory, but in Christ my

love.

CCLXVI. L. M. New Selec.
Circumspection.

E highly favour'd, who profess
To love and practise holiness,

You stand expos'd to earth and hell, And seriousness becomes you well. 2 Be circumspect in all your ways;

And spread your great Redeemer's praise;
Let his commands be your delight,
This is well pleasing in his sight.
3 Labour to prove your faith sincere,
In purity and holy fear;

Let all your conduct still express
The truth and power of godliness.
4 Look up to him whose blood was spilt
To ransom you from all your guilt;
His grace can all your sins subdue,
And help you both to will and do.
5 O love and rev'rence his dear name,
And let his glory be your aim :
So shall your souls escape distress,
And glory in his righteousness.

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CCLXVII. L. M. New Selec. Let us run our race with patience. ORD, can a helpless worm like me Attempt to make her way to thee? Yes; let me raise thy praises high, In weakness thou canst strength supply. 2 Through grace alone I have begun, Resolv'd the heavenly race to run: 'Tis grace corrects me when I stray, 'Tis grace upholds me in the way. 3 Run on, my soul, and still adore, Receiving still, still asking more; In Christ thy strength and wisdom lies, O look to him with steadfast eyes. 4 Look to that blood thy Saviour shed; Thy Daysman dying in thy stead; Behold him on the bloody tree! Great was the love he bore to thee! 5 He having lov'd me unto death Will love me to my latest breath; Keep sight of him, my soul, and run, He'll crown thee when thy race is done. CCLXVIII. L. M. New Selec. The law ineffectual to salvation. HEN Jesus for his people dy'd, The holy law was satisfied:

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