No, saith the LORD, with all his faults, I still remember him. 5 Is he a dear and pleasant child! 6 My sharp rebuke has laid him low, My pity kindles at his woe, XII. THE COVENANT.--EZEK. XXXVI. 25--28. 1 THE LORD proclaims his grace abroad! Behold I change your hearts of stone: Each shall renounce his idol-god, And serve, henceforth, the LORD alone. 2 My grace, a flowing stream proceeds, 3 My truth the great design insures, 4 Yet not unsought, or unimplor'd, No-your whole hearts shall seek the LORD, 5 From the first breath of life divine, XIII. JEHOVAH-SHAMMAH.--EZEK. xlviii. 35. I AS birds their infant brood protect,* 2 And what then is Jerusalem, 3 JEHOVAH founded it in blood, The blood of his incarnate Son; 4 There, though besieg'd on ev'ry side, Isaiah, xxi. 5. 5 Let earth repent, and hell despair, This city has a sure defence; Her name is call'd, The LORD is there, And who has pow'r to drive them thence? XIV. PRAISE FOR THE FOUNTAIN OPENED.--ZECH. XIII. 1. I THERE is a fountain fill'd with blood, 2 The dying thief rejoic'd to see 3 Dear dying Lamb, thy precious blood Till all the ransom'd church of GoD 4 E'er since, by faith, I saw the stream Thy flowing wounds supply, 5 Redeeming love has been my theme, Then in a nobler, sweeter song I'll sing thy pow'r to save; When this poor lisping stamm'ring tongue 6 LORD, I believe thou hast prepar'd (Unworthy though I be) 7 For me a blood-bought free reward, 'Tis strung, and tun'd, for endless years, And form'd by pow'r divine, To sound in God the Father's ears XV. THE SOWER.--MATTHEW, xii. 3. the plough, I YE sons of earth prepare 2 The seed that finds a stony soil But ill repays the sower's toil, Soon wither'd, scorch'd, and dead. 3 The thorny ground is sure to balk All hopes of harvest there; 4 We find a tall and sickly stalk, The beaten path and high-way side The watchful birds the prey divide, 5 But where the LORD of grace and pow'r Has bless'd the happy field; How plenteous is the golden store, The deep wrought furrows yield. 6 Father of mercies, we have need Let the same hand that gives the seed XVI. THE HOUSE OF PRAYER.--MARK, XI. 17. I THY mansion is the Christian's heart, 2 Devoted as it is to thee, A thievish swarm frequents the place; 3 There too a sharp designing trade 4 I know them, and I hate their din, 5 Oh! for the joy thy presence gives, |