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4. Inferior honours he disdains,

Nor stoops to take applause from earth; The King of kings himself maintains

Th’ expenses of his heav'nly birth. 5 The noblest creature seen below,

Ordain’d to fill a throne above ;
God gives him all he can bestow,

His kingdom of eternal love!
6 My soul is ravish'd at the thought !

Methinks from earth I see him rise ;
Angels congratulate his lot,
And shout him welcome to the skies !



1 I WAS a grov'ling creature once,

And basely cleav'd to earth ;
I wanted spirit to renounce

The clod that gave me birth.
2 But God has breath'd upon a worm,

And sent me from above,
Wings such as clothe an angel's form,

The wings of joy and love.
3 With these to Pisgah's top I Aly,

And there delighted stand,
To view, beneath a shining sky,
The spacious promis'd land.

4 The Lord of all the vast domain

Has promis'd it to me ;
The length and breadth of all the plaid,

As far as faith can see.
5 How glorious is my privilege !

To thee for help I call ;
I stand upon a mountain's edge,

Oh, save me, lest I fall !

6 Though much exalted in the LORD,

My strength is not my own;
Then let me tremble at his word,

And none shall cast me down.



1 WHEN Hagar found the bottle spent, **

And wept o'er Ishmael,
A message from the LORD was sent,

To guide her to a well.

2 Should not Elijah's cake and cruise,

Convince us at this day,
A gracious God will not refuse

Provisions by the way?

* Gen. xxi. 19.

+ Kings, xvii. Ihr

3 His saints and servants shall be fed,

The promise is secure; “ Bread shall be given them, he said,

Their water shall be sure.”*

4 Repasts far richer they shall prove

Than all earth's dainties are : : 'Tis sweet to taste a Saviour's love,

Though in the meanest fare.
5 To Jesus then your trouble bring,

Nor murmur at your lot ;
While you are poor, and he is king,

You shall not be forgot.



1 I THIRST, but not as once I did,

The vain delights of earth to share ,
Thy wounds, Emmanuel, all forbid
That I should seek my pleasures there.

2 It was the sight of thy dear cross

First wean’d my soul from earthly things,
And taught me to esteem as dross
The mirth of fools and pomp of kings.

3 I want that grace that springs from thee,

That quickens all things where it flows;
And makes a wretched thorn, like me,

Bloom as the myrtle, or the rose.
4 Dear fountain of delight unknown,

No longer sink below the brim ;
But overflow and pour me down

A living and life-giving stream.
5 For sure, of all the plants that share

The notice of thy Father's eye,
None proves less grateful to his care,
Or yields him meaner fruit than I.



' 1 TO tell the Saviour all my wants,

How pleasing is the task !
Nor less to praise him when he grants

Beyond what I can ask.
2 My lab'ring spirit vainly seeks

To tell but half the joy ;
With how much tenderness he speaks,

And helps me to reply.
3 Nor were it wise nor should I choose

Such secrets to declare ;
Like precious wines their taste they lose,

Expos’d to open air.

4 But this with boldness I proclaint,

Nor care if thousands hear ; Sweet is the ointment of his name,

Not life is half so dear. 5 And can you frown, my former friends,

Who knew what once I was ; ,
And blame the song that thus commends.

The man who bore the cross ?
6 Trust me, I draw the likeness true,

And not as fancy paints ;
Such honour may he give to you,

For such have all his saints,



1 NO strength of nature can suffice

To serve the Lord aright ;
And what she has, she misapplies,

For want of clearer light..

In bondage and distress !
I toil'd the precept to obey,

But toil'd without success.
3 Then to abstain from outward sin

Was more than I could do ;
Now if I feel its pow'r within,

I feel I hate it too.

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