Arm me with jealous care, As in Thy sight to live; And, O! Thy servant, LORD, prepare Hymn. Love of Creatures dangerous. How vain are all things here below! he brightest things below the sky r dearest joys, and nearest friends, The partners of our blood, How they divide our wav'ring minds, 4 The fondness of a creature's love, 5 Dear SAVIOUR, let Thy beauties be And grace command my heart away Hymn. A Land of Pilgrimage. 1 LORD! what a wretched land is this, No cheering fruits, no wholesome trees, 2 But pricking thorns through all the ground, And mortal poisons grow, And all the rivers that are found 3 Yet the dear path to Thine abode Lies through this horrid land; LORD! we would keep the heav'nly road, And run at Thy command. 4 Long nights and darkness dwell below, But the bright world to which we go 5 Our journey is a thorny maze, 6 See the kind angels at the gates, There JESUS the forerunner waits Hymn. Vanity of worldly Enjoyments. 1 MAN has a soul of vast desires; 2 In vain on earth we hope to find 3 So when a raging fever burns, To change the place, but keep the pain. 4 Great GOD, subdue this vicious thirst, Cure the vile fever of the mind, Hymn. Vanity of worldly Enjoyments. 1 FONDLY my foolish heart essays T'augment the source of perfect bliss, Love's all-sufficient sea to raise, With drops of creature-happiness. 2 O Love, Thy sov'reign aid impart! 3 Would ought on earth my wishes share; 4 Whate'er I fondly counted mine, Hymn. Broken Cisterns. i How long shall dreams of creature-bliss Our flatt'ring hopes employ, And mock our fond deluded eyes 2 Why from the mountains and the hills 3 The living spring neglected flows Yet we with anxious fruitless toil 4 These fatal errors, gracious GOD, To Thee our roving eyes direct, 1 Hymn. The Worldling. MY barns are full, my stores increase; Soul, eat and drink, and take thine ease, 2 Thus while a worldling boasted once, He heard the LORD Himself pronounce 3This night, vain fool, thy soul must pass Into a world unknown; And who shall then the stores possess 4 Thus blinded mortals fondly scheme Till death disturbs the pleasing dream, 5 Ah! who can speak the vast dismay When torn by death's strong hand away, 6 Wretches who cleave to earthly things, 7 Dear SAVIOUR, make us timely wise, That we may live above the skies, |