4 Angels our servants are,

And keep in all our ways,
And in their hands they bear

The sacred sons of grace :
Our guardians to that heavenly bliss,

They all our steps attend ;
And God himself our Father is,

And Jesus is our friend.

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1st P. M. 6 lines 8s. The final conquest explains all mysteries. HOU, Lord, on whom I still depend,

Shalt keep me faithful to the end :
I trust thy truth, and love, and

power,
Shall save me till my latest hour;
And when I lay this body down,
Reward with an immortal crown.

THO

2 Jesus, in thy great name I go,
To conquer death, my final foe;
And when I quit this cumbrous clay,
And soar on angels' wings away,
My soul the second death defies,
And reigns eternal in the skies.
3 Eye hath not scen, nor ear hath heard,
What Christ has for his saints prepared,
Who conquer through their Saviour's might,
Who sink into perfection's height,
And trample death beneath their feet,
And gladly die their Lord to meet.
4 Dost thou desire to know or see
What thy mysterious name shall be ?
Contending for thy heavenly home,
Thy latest foe in death o'ercome;
Till then thou searchest out in vain,
What only conquest can explain.

UNFAITHFULNESS MOURNED

MY

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C. M. Lamenting spiritual sloth. drowsy powers, why sleep ye so?

Awake, my sluggish soul : Nothing hath half thy work to do,

Yet nothing's half so dull.
2 Go to the ants ! for one poor grain

See how they toil and strive;
Yet we who have a heaven to obtain,

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How negligent we live!
3 We, for whose sake all nature stands,

And stars their courses move;
We, for whose guard the angel bands

Come flying from above :4 We, for whom God the Son came down,

And labour'd for our good;
How careless to secure that crown

He purchased with his blood !
5 Lord, shall we live so sluggish still,

And never act our parts ? Come, holy Dove, from the heavenly hill,

And warm our frozen hearts !
6 Give us with active warmth to move,

With vig'rous souls to rise;
With hands of faith, and wings of love,

To fly and take the prize. 854

L. M.
Zeal implored.

O

Chase this dread slumber from my soul ; With joy and fear, with love and awe, Give me to keep thy perfect law.

2 O may one beam of thy blest light
Pierce through, dispel, the shade of nigl.t:
Touch my cold breast with heavenly fire;
With holy, conqu’ring zeal inspire.
3 For zeal I sigh, for zeal I pant;
Yet heavy is my soul, and faint:
With steps unwav'ring, undismay'd,
Give me in all thy paths to tread.
4 With outstretch'd hands, and streaming eyes,
Oft I begin to grasp the prize:
I groan, I strive, I watch, I pray;
But ah! my zeal soon dies away.
5 The deadly slumber then I feel
Afresh upon my spirit steal :
Rise, Lord, stir up thy quick’ning power,
And wake me that I sleep no more.

JE

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5th P. M. 4 lines 78

Instability.
ESUS, shall I never be

Firmly grounded upon thee?
Never by thy work abide ?
Never in thy wounds reside?
2 O how wav'ring is my mind,
Toss'd about with every wind;
O how quickly doth my heart
From the living God depart.
3 Jesus, let my nature feel
Thou art God unchangeable :
JAH, JEHOVAH, great I AM,
Speak into my soul thy Name.
4 Grant that every moment I
May believe and feel thee nigh;
Steadfastly behold thy face,
'Stablish'd with abiding grace.

856

L. M.
Inconstancy lamented.

WHEN: O my Saviour, shall it be,

That I no more shall break with thee? When will this war of passion cease, And I enjoy a lasting peace ? 2 Now I repent; now sin again : Now I revive; and now am slain : Slain with the same malignant dart, Which, 0! too often wounds thy heart. 3 When, gracious Lord, when shall it be, That I shall find my all in thee,The fulness of thy promise prove, And feast on thine eternal love?

857

C. M.
The vanity of mere formality.
ONG have I seem'd to serve thee, Lord,

I ,

Fasted, and pray’d, and read thy word,

And heard it preach'd in vain.
2 Oft did I with the assembly join,

And near thy altar drew :
A form of godliness was mine,-

The power, I never knew.
3 I rested in the outward law,

Nor knew its deep design:
The length and breadth, I never saw,

And height, of love divine.
4 To please thee, thus at length I sce,

Vainly I hoped and strove;
For what are outward things to thee,

Unless they spring from love ? 5 I see the perfect law requires

Truth in the inward parts;
Our full consent, our whole desires,

Our undivided hearts.

6 But I of means have made my boast;

Of means an idol made : The spirit in the letter lost,

The substance, in the shade. 7 Where am I now, or what my hope ?

What can my weakness do? Jesus, to thee my soul looks up:

'Tis thou must make it new. 858

L. M. No peace but in the favour of God. WHERE is now that glowing love

That mark'd our union with the Lord ? Our hearts were fix'd on things above,

Nor could the world a joy afford. 2 Where is the zeal that led us then

To make our Saviour's glory known? That freed us from the fear of men,

And kept our eye on him alone? 3 Where are the happy seasons, spent

In fellowship with him we loved ? The sacred joy, the sweet content,

The blessedness that then we proved ? 4 Behold, again we turn to thee;

O, cast us not away, though vile : No peace we have, no joy we see,

O Lord our God, but in thy smile. 859

L. M.
The spirit of the ancient wortres.
FOR that flame of living fire,

Which shone so bright in saints of old ; Which bade their souls to heaven aspire,

Calm in distress, in danger bold. 2 Where is that Spirit, Lord, which dwelt

In Abrah'm's breast, and seal'd him thine Which made Paul's heart with sorrow melt,

And glow with energy divine ?

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