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Thy presence makes this den of thieves
A calm delightful house of pray’r.
Yet, self-abas'd will I adore ; .
'Tis thy Saviour, hear his word;
“ Say, poor sinner, lov'st thou me? 2“ I deliver'd thee when bound,
And, when wounded, heal'd thy wounds;
Turn'd thy darkness into light. 3 “ Can a woman's tender care
Cease toward the child she bare?
Yet will I remember thee.
Higher than the heights above ;
Free and faithful, strong as death. 5 “ Thou shalt see my glory soon,
When the work of grace is done ;
6 Lord, it is my chief complaint,
That my love is weak and faint ;
CONTENTMENT.--Phil. iv. II. 1 FIERCE passions discompose the mind,
As tempests vex the sea ;
When, LORD, we turn to thee. 2 In vain by reason and by rule,
We try to bend the will ;
Can learn the heav'nly skill.
His gracious words to hear,
I cast on him my care.
Then how can'st thou complain? *How light thy troubles here, if weigh'd
With everlasting pain. 5 “ If thou of murm'ring would'st be curd,
Compare thy griefs with mine ;
And thou wilt not repine.
6 « 'Tis I appoint thy daily lot,
And I do all things well ;
And rise with me to dwell. 7 “ In life my grace shall strength supply,
Proportion'd to thy day ;
To wipe thy tears away."
In vain repinings spent,
Have learn'd to be content.
ISRAEL in ancient day,
But learn'd the gospel too:
The paschal sacrifice,
And once apply'd with power,
* Exo. xii. 13.
The Lamb, the Dove, set forth
Should be the soul's defence ;
The people's trespass bore ;
“ Behold I bear your sins away.” 5 Dipt in his fellow's blood,
The living bird went free ;!
Express'd the sinner's plea ;
And by a Saviour's death discharg'd. 6 Jesus, I love to trace,
Throughout the sacred page,
The same in every age !
* Lev. xii. 6.
t Lev. xvi. 21.
| Lev. xiv. 51-53.
SARDIS.--REV, iii. I--6.
] “ WRITE to Sardis (saith the Lord)
And write what he declares ;
Upholds the seven stars :
But thou art cold and dead.
2 “ Watch, remember, seek and strive,
Exert thy former pains ;
And strengthen what remains : Cleanse thine heart, thy works amend, Former times to mind recal,
And smite thee once for all.
3 “ Yet, I number now in thee
A few that are upright;
And walk with me in white :
And woe be to the rest."