7 "Now let the fatted calf be slain,
"And spread the news around;
My son was dead, but lives again,
"Was lost, but now is found."

8 'Tis thus the Lord his love reveals,
To call poor sinner's home;

More than a father's love he feels,
And welcomes all that come.

CV. The Rich Man and Lazarus. Chap. xvi. 19-25. 1 A WORLDLING spent each day

In luxury and state;
While a believer lay

A beggar at his gate:

Think not the Lord's appointment strange;
Death made a great and lasting change.

2 Death brought the saint release
From want, disease, and scorn;
And to the land of peace,

His soul by angels borne,

In Abr'ham's bosom safely plac'd,
Enjoys an everlasting feast.

3 The rich man also dy'd,
And in a moment fell

From all his pomp and pride

Into the flames of hell:

The beggar's bliss from far beheld,
His soul with double anguish fill'd.

4 "O Abr'ham send,” he cries
(But his request was vain),

"The beggar from the skies "To mitigate my pain!

"One drop of water I entreat,

"To sooth my tongue's tormenting heat.'

5 Let all who worldly pelf
And worldly spirits have,
Observe, each for himself,
The answer Abr`ham gave:

"Remember thou wast fill'd with good,
"While the poor beggar pin'd for food.

6 "Neglected at thy door,

"With tears he begg'd his bread;
"But now he weeps no more,
"His griefs and pains are fled:
"His joys eternally will flow,
"While thine expire in endless woe."

7 Lord, make us truly wise,
To choose thy people's lot,
And earthly joys despise,
Which soon will be forgot:
The greatest evil we can fear,
Is to possess our portion here!

CVI. The Importunate Widow. Chap. xviii. 1-7.

1 OUR Lord, who knows full well
The heart of ev'ry saint,

Invites us by a parable,
To pray and never faint.

2 He bows his gracious ear,
We never plead in vain ;
Yet we must wait till he appear,
pray, and pray again.

And

3 Though unbelief suggest,

Why should we longer wait?
He bids us never give him rest,

But be importunate.

b Book II. Hymn 60.

4 "Twas thus a widow poor,

Without support or friend,
Beset the unjust judge's door,
And gain'd, at last, her end.

5 For her he little car'd,

As little for the laws;

Nor God, nor man, did he regard,
Yet he espous'd her cause.

6 She urg'd him day and night,
Would no denial take;

At length he said, "I'll do her right, "For my own quiet's sake.”

7 And shall not Jesus hear

His chosen when they cry?

Yes, though he may a while forbear,
He'll help them from on high.

8 His nature, truth, and love,
Engage him on their side;
When they are griev'd, his bowels m
And can they be deny'd?

9 Then let us earnest be,

And never faint in pray'r;

He loves our importunity,

And makes our cause his care.

CVII. Zaccheus. Chap. xix. 1-6.

1 ZACCHEUS climb'd the tree, And thought himself unknown : But how surpris'd was he

When Jesus call'd him down!

The Lord beheld him, though conceal'd, And by a word his pow'r reveal'd.

2 Wonder and joy at once

Were painted in his face;

"Does he my name pronounce,
"And does he know my case?

"Will Jesus deign with me to dine?
"Lord, I, with all I have, am thine."
3 Thus where the Gospel's preach'd,
And sinners come to hear,

The hearts of some are reach'd
Before they are aware:

The word directly speaks to them,
And seems to point them out by name.

4 'Tis curiosity

Oft brings them in the way,

Only the man to see,

And hear what he can say;

But how the sinner starts to find

The preacher knows his inmost mind!

5 His long-forgotten faults

Are brought again in view,
And all his secret thoughts
Reveal'd in public too:

Though compass'd with a crowd about,
The searching word has found him out.

6 While thus distressing pain

And sorrow fills his heart,

He hears a voice again
That bids his fears depart:
Then, like Zaccheus, he is blest,
And Jesus deigns to be his guest.

CVIII. The Believer's Danger, Safety, and Duty. Chap. xxii. 31, 32.

1 "SIMON, beware!" the Saviour said,

2

"Satan, your subtle foe,

"Already has his measures laid

"Your soul to overthrow.

"He wants to sift you all as wheat,
"And thinks his vict'ry sure;
“But I his malice will defeat,

My pray'r shall faith secure."

3 Believers, tremble and rejoice,
Your help and danger view;
This warning has to you a voice,
This promise speaks to you.

4 Satan beholds with jealous eye,
Your privilege and joy;
He's always watchful, always nigh,
To tear and to destroy.

5 But Jesus lives to intercede,
That faith may still prevail;
He will support in time of need,

And Satan's arts shall fail.

6 Yet let us not the warning slight,
But watchful still be found;

Though faith cannot be slain in fight,
It
may receive a wound.

7 While Satan watches, dare we sleep?
We must our guard maintain;

But, Lord, do thou the city keep,

Or else we watch in vain .

Psalm cxxvii. 1.