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2 Tell me no more of praiso and wealth,
For they have all their snares:
And I am free from cares.
For these are trifling things;
As palaces of kings.
Extravagance and waste:
Will better suit my taste.
This sure, unerring word; I'd urge no company to stay, But sit alone from day to day, And converse with the Lord.
P. M. 444.
Welcoming the Cross.
Not to live without the cross;
Sanctifying every loss:
But—with hunible faith to see
This is happiness to me.
Of affliction, pain, and toil:
Trials make the promise sweet;
Trials give new life to pray’r; Trials bring me to his feet,
Lay me low, and keep me there, s Did I meet no trials here
No chastisement by the way Might I not, with reason, fear
should prove a cast-away? Bastards may escape the rod,
Sunk in earthly vain delight; But the true-born child of God
Must not,--would not, if he might
L. M. 415.
Prayer answered by Cro88c8. ' I ASKD the Lord that I might grow
In faith, and love, and every grace, Might more of his salvation know,
And seek, more earnestly, his face. 2 'Twas he who taught me thus to pray,
And he, I trust, has answer'd prayer; But it has been in such a way
As almost drove me lo despair. 3 I hop'd that in some favour'ol hour
At once he'd answer my request, And by his love's constraining power
Subdlue my sins and give me rest: 4 Justead of this he made me feel
The hidden evils of my heart, And let the angry powers of hell
Assault my soul in every part. s Yea, more, with his own hand he seemd
Intent to aggravate my wo,
Blasted my gourds, and laid me low. B “Lord, why is this?” I trembling cry'd “Wilt thou pursue thy worm *o death!” “ 'Tis in this way,” the Lord replied,
“) answer prayer for grace and faith! 7 “ These inward trials 1 employ,
From self and pride to set thee free: And break thy schemes of earthly joy, That thou may'st seek thy all in me.'
L. M. 446.
The holy gospel we profess;
To prove the doctrine all divine!
The honours of our Saviour God,
And grace subdues the pow'r of sin. 3 Our flesh and sense must be deny'd,
Passion and envy, lust and pride;
Our inward piety approve.
Whilst we expect that blessed hope,
L. M. 447...
• “ For here have we to continuing City, buss
zoe seek one to come.” Heb. xiii. 11. 1 " WEVE no abiding city here,”. This may
distress the worklly mind; But should not cost a saint a tear,
Who hopes a better rest to find. 2 “We've no abiding city herc,"
Sad truth were this to be our home; But let this thought our spirits cheer, “We seek
S“We've no abiding city here,”:
Then let us live as pilgrims do; Let not the world our rest appear;
But let us haste from all below. 4 “We've no abiding city here,”
We seek a city out of sight:
It shines with everlasting light.
Where pilgrims freed from toil are blest! IIad I the pinions of the dove,
I'd flee to thee, and be at rest. 6 But hush, my soul, nor dare repine!
The time my God appoints is best : While here, to do his will be mine; And his to fix my time of rest.
L. M. 448.
Longing for our heavenly home. 1“O ZION, when I think of thee,
I wish for pinions likc a dove, And mourn to think that I should be
So distant from the place I love. 2“ An exile here, and far from home,
For Zion's sacred walls I sigh, Thither the ransom'd nations come,
And see the Saviour eye to eye. s « While here I walk on hostile ground,
The few that I can call my friends, Are like myself, with fetters bound,
And weariness our steps attends. À “But yet we shall behold the day
When Zion's children shall return; Our sorrows then shall flee away,
And we shall never, never mourn. 5 " The hope that such a day will come, Makes even the exile's portion sweet;
And my abiding home; For me my elder brethren stay, And angels beckon me away,
And Jesus bids me come!
5 I come, thy servant, Lord, replies,, I come, to meet thee in the skies,
And claim my heavenly rest! Now let the pilgriin's journey end, Now, O my Saviour, brother, friend,
Receive me to thy breast!
P. M. 452. Grateful recollection on the journey of life COME, thon fount of every blessing,
Tune my heart to sing thy grace, Streams of mercy never ceasing
Call for songs of loudest praise:
Sung by flaming tongues above:
Mount of God's unchanging love. 2 Here I raise my Ebenezer,
Hither by thy help I'm come:
Safely to arrive at home:
Wandering from the fold of God;
Interpos'd his precious blood. 3 O!
to grace how great a debtor
Daily I'm constrain'd to be!
Bind my wandering heart to thee!
Prone to leave the God I love-