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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 !

XLVII.

LIVELY HOPE AND GRACIOUS FEAR.

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.

XLVIII.

FOR THE POOR.

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.

XLIX.

MY SOUL THIRSTETH rOR GOD.

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.

L.

THE HIDDEN LIFE.

' 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,

LI.

LOVE CONSTRAINING TO OBEDIENCE.

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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