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THE CHRISTIAN, IX HIS CONVERSION, CONFLICT, GRACES,
AND TRIUMPH. 229, The Christian Change. Lsr worldly minds the world parsue,
It has no charms for ne;
But grace has set me free
Jo mere ceatent atiord;
Now I have seen the Lord.
The wars are all couceat,
Whet Jesus is rveld.
I al seu sil depart;
Have ax dax rextug bars
in whity live thee;
die weru bảe ne
Short süües rin the rest,
For if thou hadst not lov'd me first,
I had refus'd thee still.
Where Jesus answers his feet,
230. The Christian seeking Gr“ APPROACH, my soul, the mere
r; There humbly fall befo-his feet, For none can perist
Wth this 'I venture nigh;
And such indeed am I.
By Satan sorely prest,
I come to thee for rest.
That, shelter'd near thy side,
And tell him Thou hast dy'd." O wond'rous love! to bleed and die,
To bear the cross and shame, That guilty sinners, such as I,
Might plead thy gracious name. • Poor tempest-tossed soul, be still,
• My promis'd grace receive;' 'Tis Jesus speaks must, I will, I can, I do, believe.
The Christian Charge.
God to glorify;
it for the sky.
My calling to sfil;
To do my Master's wal!
As in thy sight to live;
A good account to give !
And on thyself rely;
Lest I for ever die.
A DEBTOR to mercy alone,
Of covenant mercy I sing;
My person and off'rings to bring:
With me can have nothing to do; My Saviour's obedience and blood
Hide all my transgressions from view. The work which his goodness began,
The arm of his strength will complete;
His promise is Yea and Amen,
And never was forfeited yet: Things future, nor things that are now,
Not all things below nor above,
Or sever my soul from his love.
Eternity will not erase;
in marks of indelible grace: Yes, I to the end shall endure,
As sure as the earnest is giv'n; More happy, but not more secure,
The glorify'd spirits io heav'n.
233. Confidence in God. . Away, my unbelieving fear,
Fear shall in mne no more take place! My Saviour doth not yet appear,
He hides the brightness of his face: But shall I therefore let him go,
And basely to the tempter yield? Nomin the strength of Jesus, no
I never will give up my shield.
Altho' the olive yield no oil,
The field elude the tiller's toil,
And perish'all the bleating race,
Yet will I triumph in the Lord,
The God of my salvation praise. Barren altho' my soul remain,
And no one bud of grace appear, No fruit of all my toil and pain,
But sin, and only sin is here: Altho' my gifts and comforts lost,
My blooming hopes cut off I see, Yet will I in my Saviour trust,
And glory that he dy'd for me. In hope, believing against hope,
Jesus, my Lord and God, I claim,
Salvation is in Jesu's name:
My soul shall then outstrip the wind,
And leave the world and sin bebind.
234. Ebenezer. Amazing grace! (how sweet the sound!)
That savd a wretch like me!
Was blind, but now I see. 'Twas grace that taught my heart to fear,
And grace my fears reliev'd;
The hour I first believ'd.
I have already come;