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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 ;
His kingdom of eternal love!
Methinks from earth I see him rise ;
LIVELY HOPE AND GRACIOUS FEAR.
1 I WAS a grov'ling creature once,
And basely cleav'd to earth ;
The clod that gave me birth.
And sent me from above,
The wings of joy and love.
And there delighted stand,
4 The Lord of all the vast domain
Has promis'd it to me ;
As far as faith can see.
To thee for help I call ;
Oh, save me, lest I fall !
6 Though much exalted in the LORD,
My strength is not my own;
And none shall cast me down.
FOR THE POOR.
1 WHEN Hagar found the bottle spent, **
And wept o'er Ishmael,
To guide her to a well.
2 Should not Elijah's cake and cruise,
Convince us at this day,
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.
Nor murmur at your lot ;
You shall not be forgot.
MY SOUL THIRSTETH rOR GOD.
1 I THIRST, but not as once I did,
The vain delights of earth to share ,
2 It was the sight of thy dear cross
First wean’d my soul from earthly things,
3 I want that grace that springs from thee,
That quickens all things where it flows;
Bloom as the myrtle, or the rose.
No longer sink below the brim ;
A living and life-giving stream.
The notice of thy Father's eye,
THE HIDDEN LIFE.
' 1 TO tell the Saviour all my wants,
How pleasing is the task !
Beyond what I can ask.
To tell but half the joy ;
And helps me to reply.
Such secrets to declare ;
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 ; ,
The man who bore the cross ?
And not as fancy paints ;
For such have all his saints,
LOVE CONSTRAINING TO OBEDIENCE.
1 NO strength of nature can suffice
To serve the Lord aright ;
For want of clearer light..
In bondage and distress !
But toil'd without success.
Was more than I could do ;
I feel I hate it too.