Nor can I suffer real loss, But shall come forth as gold. 6 Thus he'll conform me to his word, 1 And when in glory I appear, SELF-DENIAL. CLXXI. C. M. RIPPON'S SELEC. / It is but right since thou hast done' 2 Yes, let it go-one look from thee Of credit, riches, friends. 3 Ten thousand worlds, ten thousand lives, Compar'd with thee, supremely good, 4 Saviour of souls, could I from thee 1 Though destitute of all things else, CLXXII. L. M. RIP. SELEC. One Thing I know. John ix. 25. Isaiah liv. 13. DE 'Tis said, of all thy blood has bought, "They shall of Israel's God be taught." 2 Their plague of heart thy people know; They know thy name and trust thee too; They know the gospel's blissful sound, The paths where endless joys abound. 3 They know the Father and the son, Theirs is eternal life begun : Unto salvation they are wise, Their grace shall into glory rise. 4 But-ignorance itself am I, Born blind-estrang'd from thee I lie I nothing know as should be known. 6 But help me to declare to-day, 1 "ONE thing I know," all praise to thee, Though blind I was-yet now I see." כל CLXXIII. L. M. NEW SELEC. Self-examination. WHAT strange perplexities arise? What anxious fears and jealousies! What crowds in doubtful light appear? How few, alas approv'd and clear! 2 And what am I?-My soul, awake, 3 What image does my spirit bear? Is Jesus form'd and living there? Say, do his lineaments divine In thought, and word, and action shine? 4 Searcher of hearts, O search me still; The secrets of my soul reveal; My fears remove; let me appear CLXXIV. 148th. SONGS IN THE NIGHT. The fear of the Lord is to hate evil.-Prov. viii. 13. NOW whilst I try my heart My conscience can assert I cannot tread the paths of sin, 2 Yes, holiness of heart I would more largely share; The evils that are there: I hate my thoughts because they're vains 3 I hate this wretched pride, I'd have them crucified, For God my heart requires. 4 I'd live alone to thee, I love t' obey thy word, Well pleas'd that thou shouldst be To thee I now resign my heart, CLXXV. L. M. RIP. SELEC. Humble trust; or, Despair prevented. LORD, didst thou die, but not for me? Am I forbid to trust thy blood? Hast thou not pardons rich and free? And grace an overwhelming flood? 2 Who then shall drive my trembling soul From thee, to regions of despair? Who has survey'd the sacred roll, And found my name not written there? 3 Presumptuous thought! to fix the bound, To liinit mercy's sovereign reign: What other happy souls have found, I'll seek, nor shall I seek in vain. 4 I own my guilt, my sins confess : Can men or devils make them more? Of crimes, already numberless, Vain the attempt to swell the score. 5 Were the black list before my sight, While I remember thou hast died, "Twould only urge my speedier flight, To seek salvation at thy side. 6 Low at thy feet I cast me down, To thee reveal my guilt and fear; CLXXVI. L. M. BEDDome. PRINKLED with reconciling blood, Thy face no frowning aspect wears, 3 Let me my grateful homage pay; 1 A CLXXVII. L. M. SwAIN. ND may I hope, that when no more I shall the God of life adore, And all the bliss of being know? 2 I, who deserve no place but hell, No portion, but devouring fire; 3 Will God, who never could endure 4 Will Jesus own a wretch like me, |