Thy presence makes this den of thieves 6 And if thou make thy temple shine, The gold and silver are not mine, XVII. LOVEST THOU ME?--JOHN, xxi. 16. ■ HARK, my soul! it is the LORD; "I deliver'd thee when bound, And, when wounded, heal'd thy wounds; 3 4 5 "Can a woman's tender care Cease toward the child she bare? Yes, she may forgetful be, Yet will I remember thee. "Mine is an unchanging love, "Thou shalt see my glory soon, 6 LORD, it is my chief complaint, XVIII. CONTENTMENT.--PHIL. iv. II. 1 FIERCE passions discompose the mind, 2 In vain by reason and by rule, 3 4 5 For none, but in the Saviour's school, Since at his feet my soul has sat, His gracious words to hear, "Art thou a sinner, soul? (he said) Then how can'st thou complain ? "If thou of murm'ring would'st be cur'd, Compare thy griefs with mine; Think what my love for thee endur'd, 6"'Tis I appoint thy daily lot, And I do all things well; 7 Thou soon shalt leave this wretched spot, "In life my grace shall strength supply, At death thou still shalt find me nigh, 8 Thus I, who once my wretched days ་ 2 XIX. OLD TESTAMENT GOSPEL-HEB. IV. 2. ISRAEL in ancient day, Not only had a view Of Sinai in a blaze, But learn'd the gospel too: The types and figures were a glass, In which they saw the Saviour's face. The paschal sacrifice, And blood-besprinkled door,* Seen with enlighten'd eyes, And once apply'd with power, Would teach the need of other blood, 3 4 5 The Lamb, the Dove, set forth Whose blood of matchless worth The scape-goat on his head+ Was to be seen no more: Dipt in his fellow's blood, 6 JESUS, I love to trace, Throughout the sacred page, The footsteps of thy grace, The same in every age! O grant that I faithful be To clearer light vouchsaf'd to me. Lev. xii. 6. Lev. xvi. 21. Lev. xiv. 51-53. XX. SARDIS.--REV. iii. 1--6. 1 "WRITE to Sardis (saith the LORD). And write what he declares ; He, whose spirit, and whose word, All thy works and ways I search, 2 "Watch, remember, seek and strive, Exert thy former pains; Let thy timely care revive, And strengthen what remains : Cleanse thine heart, thy works amend, Former times to mind recal, Lest my sudden stroke descend, And smite thee once for all. 3 "Yet, I number now in thee These my Father's face shall see, When in judgment I appear, |