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4 Then all my servile works were done

A righteousness to raise ; .
Now, freely chosen in the son,

I freely choose his ways.

5 What shall I do, was then the word,

That I may worthier grow? What shall I render to the LORD?

Is my inquiry now.
6 To see the law by Christ fulfill'd,

And hear his pard’ning voice,
Changes a slave into a child,*

And duty into choice.



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SIN enslav'd me many years,

And led me bound and blind ;
Till at length a thousand fears

Came swarming o'er my mind :
Where, I said in deep distress,
Will these sinful pleasures end?
How shall I secure my peace,

And make the Lord my friend ?

* Rom. iii. 31

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Friends and ministers said much,

The gospel to enforce ;
But my blindness still was such,

I chose a legal course :
Much I fasted, watch'd, and strove,
Scarce would shew my face abroad,
Fear'd, almost, to speak or move,

A stranger still to God.
Thus afraid to trust his grace,

Long time did I rebel ;
Till despairing of my case,

Down at his feet I fell :
Then my stubborn heart he broke,
And subdu'd me to his sway ;
By a simple word he spoke,

“ Thy sins are done away."



1 HOLY Lord God! I love thy truth,

Nor dare thy least commandment slight;
Yet pierc'd by sin, the serpent's tooth,
I mourn the anguish of the bite.

2 But though the poison lurks within,
Hope bids me still with patience wait,
Till death shall set me free from sin,
Free from the only thing I hate.

3 Had I a throne above the rest, .

Where angels and archangels dwell,
One sin, unslain, within my breast,
Would make that heav'n as dark as hell.
4 The pris'ner, sent to breathe fresh air,

And bless'd with liberty again,
Would mourn, were he condemn'd to wear

One link of all his former chain.
5 But oh! no foe invades the bliss,

When glory crowns the Christian's head ;
One view of Jesus as he is,
Will strike all sin forever dead.


THE NEW CONVERT. 1 THE new-born child of gospel-grace,

Like some fair tree when summer's night, Beneath EMMANUEL's shining face,

Lifts upihis blooming branch on high. 2 No fears he feels, he sees no foes,

No conflict yet his faith employs ;
Nor has he learnt, to whom he owes

The strength and peace his soul enjoys. 3 But sin soon darts its cruel sting,

And comforts sinking day by day,
What seem'd his own, a self-fed spring,
Proves but a brook that glides away.

4 When Gideon arm’d his num'rous host,

The LORD soon made his numbers less ; And said, lest Israel vainly boast,* “ My arm procur'd me this success.” 5 Thus will he bring our spirits down, And draw our ebbing comforts low, That, sav'd by grace, but not our own, We may not claim the praise we owe.



1 O GOD, whose favourable eye.

The sin-sick soul revives, Holy and heav'nly is the joy

Thy shining presence gives. 2 Not such as hypocrites suppose,

Who, with a graceless heart,
Taste not of thee, but drink a dose

Prepar'd by Satan's art.

3 Intoxicating joys are theirs,

Who, while they boast their light, And seem to soar above the stars,

Are plunging into night.

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4. Lull'd in a soft and fatal sleep,

They sin and yet rejoice ; Were they indeed the Saviour's sheep,

Would they not hear his voice ? 5 Be mine the comforts that reclaim

That make me blush for what I am,

And hate my sin the more.
6 'Tis joy enough, my All in All,

At thy dear feet to lie ;
Thou wilt not let me lower fall,

And none can higher fly..



I THE LORD receives his highest praise

From humble minds and hearts sincere, While all the loud professor says

Offends the righteous Judge's ear. 2 To walk as children of the day,

To mark the precept's holy light,
To wage the warfare, watch and pray,

Shew who are pleasing in his sight. 3 Not words alone it cost the LORD

To purchase pardon for his own ;

Return the Saviour words alone.

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