3 Oh! this will aggravate their case;
They perish under means of grace;
To them the word of life and faith
Became an instrument of death.

4 We seem alike when thus we meet,
Strangers might think we all are wheat,
But to the LORD's all-searching eyes
Each heart appears without disguise.

5 The tares are spar'd for various ends,
Some for the sake of praying friends,
Others, the LORD, against their will,
Employs His counsels to fulfil.

6 But though they grow so tall and strong,
His plan will not require them long;
In harvest, when He saves His own,
The tares shall into hell be thrown.

486 WHAT

"What think ye of Christ!"
Matt. xxii. 42.

think

ye

of CHRIST is the test,

To try both your state and your scheme,

You cannot be right in the rest,

Unless you think rightly of Him:
AS JESUS appears in our view,
As He is beloved or not;
So GOD is disposed to you,

And mercy or wrath are your lot.

2 Some take Him a creature to be, A man, or an angel at most:

Sure all these have feelings like me,

Nor know themselves wretched and lost:

So guilty, so helpless was I,

I durst not confide in His blood, Nor on His protection rely,

Until I was sure He is GOD.

8 Some call Him a SAVIOUR, in word,

But mix their own works with His plan; And hope He His help will afford,

When they have done all that they can: If doings prove rather too light,

(A little, they own, they may fail,) They purpose to make up full weight, By casting His name in the scale.

4 Some style Him the Pearl of great price,
And say He's the fountain of joys;
Yet feed upon folly and vice,

And cleave to the world and its toys:
Like Judas, the SAVIOUR they kiss,
And while they salute Him, betray;
Ah! what will profession like this
Avail in His terrible day?

5 If ask'd what of JESUS I think,

I

Though still my best thoughts are but poor, say He's my meat and my drink,

My life, and my strength, and my store; My Shepherd, my Husband, my Friend, My SAVIOUR from sin and from thrall; My hope from beginning to end,

My portion, my LORD, and my all.

487 "The love of Christ constraineth us."

HA

2 Cor. v. 14.

C.M.

[APPY the heart where graces reign, Where love inspires the breast:

Love is the brightest of the train,
And perfects all the rest.

2 Knowledge, alas! 'tis all in vain,
And all in vain our fear:

Our stubborn sins will fight and reign,
If love be absent there.

3 'Tis love that makes our cheerful feet
In swift obedience move:

The devils know, and tremble too;
But Satan cannot love.

4 This is the grace that lives and sings
When faith and hope shall cease;
"Tis this shall strike our joyful strings
In the sweet realms of bliss.

488 “Having the form of godliness, but denying

the power.”—2 Tim. iii. 5.

Č.M.

THE men who slight Thy faithful word, men,

Say, "We're the temple of the LORD,

And heathens all beside.

2 The temple of the LORD are we,
The only church and true,

Who live in pomp, and wealth, and ease,
And JESUS never knew."

3 0 would'st Thou, LORD, reveal their sins, And turn their joy to grief;

The world, the Christian world, convince
Of damning unbelief!

4 The formalists confound, convert,

And to Thy people join,

And break, and fill the broken heart
With confidence divine.

489

"I would thou wert cold or hot."

Rev. iii. 15.

TEAR JESUS speak as one of old,

HEA

L.M.

"I know thee, thy profession's vain; Since thou art neither hot nor cold,

I'll cast thee from me with disdain.

2 Yet while I thus rebuke, I love,
My message is in mercy sent :
That thou mayest my compassion prove,
I can forgive if thou repent."

490

A

FOR THE SICK.

"Who healeth all thy diseases."
Ps. ciii. 3.

ND now, my sick, afflicted friend,
May you
find comfort to the end;
Be not cast down nor pine away,
But look to JESUS by the way.

2 JESUS, the great Physician, can
Restore and heal both child and man;
However sad is thy complaint,

L.M.

His healing power knows no restraint. 3 When Jesus did on earth remain, None ever sought His help in vain ; He heal'd and cured all that came : His healing pow'r is still the same. 4 JESUS alone can comfort you, And make your sickness light, 'tis true; Though He afflicts, 'tis out of love, To make you humble like a dove.

5 May JESUS Soothe you with His love,
And send you comfort from above,
And give you strength, and life, and health,
And fill your soul with heav'nly wealth.

6 May JESUS watch around thy bed,
And with His arms support thy head,
Or with His word bid thee arise,
For in His word the power lies.

491

"The death of the righteous."
Num. xxiii. 10.

Cohen I'm about to die;
YOME, sing to me of heav'n,

Sing songs of holy ecstasy,
To waft my soul on high.

S.M.

Chorus.-There'll be no more sorrow there;
There'll be no more sorrow there:
In heav'n above, where all is love,
There'll be no more sorrow there.

2 When cold and sluggish drops Roll off my marble brow,

3

Break forth in songs of joyfulness,
Let heav'n begin below.

There'll be no more, &c.

When the last moments come,
Oh, watch my dying face,

To catch the bright, seraphic glow,
Which on each feature plays!

There'll be no more, &c.