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The world's esteem is but a bribe,

To buy their peace you sell your own;
The slave of a vain-glorious tribe,
Who hate
you while they make you

known.

The joy that vain amusements give,

Oh! sad conclusion that it brings !
The honey of a crowded hive,

Defended by a thousand stings.

'Tis thus the world rewards the fools

That live upon her treacherous smiles :
She leads them blindfold by her rules,

And ruins all whom she beguiles.

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God knows the thousands who down

From pleasure into endless woe;
And with a long despairing groan

Blaspheme their Maker as they go.

O fearful thought! be timely wise:

Delight but in a Saviour's charms,
And God shall take you to the skies,

Embraced in everlasting arms.

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VIII. O LORD, I WILL PRAISE THEE. Isaiah xii. 1.

I will praise thee every day
Now thine anger's turn’d away!
Comfortable thoughts arise
From the bleeding sacrifice.

Here in the fair gospel-field,
Wells of free salvation yield
Streams of life, a plenteous store,
And
my

soul shall thirst no more.
Jesus is become at length
My salvation and my strength;
And his praises shall prolong,
While I live, my pleasant song.
Praise ye, then, his glorious name,
Publish his exalted fame!
Still his worth your praise exceeds,
Excellent are all his deeds.
Raise again the joyful sound,
Let the nations roll it round!
Zion, shout, for this is he,
God the Saviour dwells in thee !

IX. THE CONTRITE HEART. Isaiah lvii. 15.

The Lord will happiness divine

On contrite hearts bestow;
Then tell me, gracious God, is mine

A contrite heart or no?
I hear, but seem to hear in vain,

Insensible as steel ;
If ought is felt, 'tis only pain

To find I cannot feel.

I sometimes think myself inclined

To love thee, if I could;
But often feel another mind,

Averse to all that's good.
My best desires are faint and few,

I fain would strive for more;
But when I cry, “My strength renew,"

Seem weaker than before.
Thy saints are comforted, I know,

And love thy house of prayer;
I therefore go
where others

go,
But find no comfort there.

O make this heart rejoice or ache;

Decide this doubt for me;
And if it be not broken, break,

And heal it if it be.

X. THE FUTURE PEACE AND GLORY OF THE

CHURCH. Isaiah ix. 15—20.

Hear what God the Lord hath spoken,
“O my people, faint and few,
Comfortless, afflicted, broken,
Fair abodes I build for you;
Thorns of heart-felt tribulation
Shall no more perplex your ways:
You shall name your walls, Salvation,
And your gates shall all be praise.

“ There, like streams that feed the garden,
Pleasures without end shall flow;
For the Lord, your faith rewarding,
All his bounty shall bestow;
Still in undisturb'd possession
Peace and righteousness shall reign;
Never shall you feel oppression,
Hear the voice of war again

“ Ye no more your suns descending,
Waning moons no more shall see;
But, your griefs for ever ending,
Find eternal noon in me;
God shall rise, and shining o'er you,
Change to day the gloom of night;
He, the Lord, shall be your glory,
God your everlasting light."

XI. JEHOVAH OUR RIGHTEOUSNESS. Jer, xxiii. 6.

My God, how perfect are thy ways!

But mine polluted are ;
Sin twines itself about my praise,

And slides into my prayer.

When I would speak what thou hast done,

To save me from my sin,
I cannot make thy mercies known,

But self-applause creeps in.

Divine desire, that holy flame

Thy grace creates in me; Alas ! impatience is its name,

When it returns to thee.

This heart, a fountain of vile thoughts,

How does it overflow !
While self upon the surface floats,

Still bubbling from below.

Let others in the gaudy dress

Of fancied merit shine;
The Lord shall be my righteousness,

The Lord for ever mine.

XII. EPHRAIM REPENTING. Jer. xxxi, 18

20.

My God, till I received thy stroke,

How like a beast was I !
So unaccustom'd to the yoke,

So backward to comply.

With grief my just reproach I bear,

Shame fills me at the thought; How frequent my

rebellions were ! What wickedness I wrought !

Thy merciful restraint I scorn'd,

And left the pleasant road;
Yet turn me, and I shall be turn'd
Thou art the Lord

my

God.

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