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4 With golden bells, the priestly vest, **
And rich pomegranates border'd round,
5 Easy, indeed, it were to reach
A mansion in the courts above,
Might serve, instead of faith and love. 6 But none shall gain the blissful place,
Or God's unclouded glory see,
ABUSE OF THE GOSPEL.
1 TOO many, LORD, abuse thy grace,
In this licentious day ;
They turn their own away.
That can the blind restore ;
And blinded still the more.
Exodus, xxviii. 33.
3 The pardon such presume upong
They do not beg, but steal ;
Oh, where's the Spirit's seal ? 4 Was it for this, ye lawless tribe,
The dear Redeemer bled ?
From Christ the living head ?
Are fed with heav'nly fare;
Proclaim them what they are. 6 The liberty our hearts implore
Is not to live in sin ;
Till mercy calls us in.
THE NARROW WAY.
I WHAT thousands never knew the road!
What thousands hate it when 'tis known! None but the chosen tribes of God
Will seek or choose it for their own. 2 A thousand ways in ruin end ;
One only leads to joys on high ;
3 No more I ask, or hope to find,
Delighe or happiness below ;
That feeds where thorns and thistles grow. 4 The joy that fades is not for me ;
I seek immortal joys above ;
The bright reward of faith and love.
Contented lick your native dust;
WALKING WITH GOD.
1 OH! for a closer walk with God,
A calm and heav'nly frame ;
That leads me to the Lamb !
Where is the soul refreshing view
Of Jesus and his word ? 3 What peaceful hours I once enjoy'd ! : How sweet their mem'ry still ! But they lave left an aching void
The world can never fill.
4 Return, O holy Dove, return,
Sweet messenger of rest ;
And drove thee from my breast.
5 The dearest idol I have known,
Whate'er that idol be, Help me to tear it from thy throne,
And worship only thee. 6 So shall my walk be close with God,
Calm and serene my frame ;
That leads me to the Lamb.
2 TO keep the lamp alive,
With oil we fill the bowl ; : 'Tis water makes the willow thrive,
And grace that feeds the soul. 2 The Lord's unsparing hand
Supplies the living stream;
But still deriv'd from him.
Ź Beware of Peter's word,*
Nor confidently say,
But grant I never may.
His strength in God alone ;
Who trusted in his own.
5 Retreat beneath his wings,
And in his grace confide ;
Than all your works beside.
.. Grace issues from his throne ;
Confesses he has none.
NOT OF WORKS.
I GRACE, triumphant in the throne,
Scorns a rival, reigns alone !
* Matt. xxvi. 33.
† John, vi. 29.