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Oh! for the joy thy presence gives,
What peace shall reign when thou art here! Thy presence makes this den of thieves
A calm delightful house of prayer. And if thou make thy temple shine,
Yet, self-abased, will I adore ; The gold and silver are not mine,
I give thee what was thine before.
XVIII. LOVEST THOU ME? John xxi. 16.
soul ! it is the Lord : 'Tis thy Saviour, hear his word ; Jesus speaks, and speaks to thee:
Say, poor sinner, lovest thou me ?
“ I deliver'd thee when bound,
- Can a woman's tender care
“ Mine is an unchanging love,
“ Thou shalt see my glory soon,
XIX. CONTENTMENT. Phil. iv. 11,
FIERCE passions discompose the mind,
As tempests vex the sea : But calm content and peace we find,
When, Lord, we turn to thee.
We try to bend the will ;
can learn the heavenly skill. Since at his feet my soul has sat,
His gracious words to hear, Contented with my present state,
I cast on him my care. “ Art thou a sinner, soul ?” he said,
“ Then how canst thou complain ? How light thy troubles here, if weigh'd With everlasting pain !
“ If thou of murmuring wouldst be cured,
Compare thy griefs with mine; Think what my love for thee endured,
And thou wilt not repine “ 'Tis I appoint thy daily lot,
And I do all things well ; Thou soon shalt leave this wretched spot,
And rise with me to dwell. “ In life my grace shall strength supply,
Proportion'd to thy day;
To wipe thy tears away."
In vain repinings spent,
Saviour's school of grace,
XX. OLD TESTAMENT GOSPEL. Heb. iv, 2.
ISRAEL, in ancient days,
Not only had a view
But learn’d the Gospel too ;
* Exod. xii, 13.
Seen with enlighten'd eyes,
And once applied with power,
His perfect innocence,*
Should be the soul's defence;
The people's trespass bore,
Was to be seen no more:
The living bird went free; *
Express'd the sinner's plea;
Throughout the sacred page,
The same in every age !
* Lev, xii. 6.
+ Lev. xvi. 21.
# Lev. xiv.51-53.
XXI. SARDIS. Rev, iii. 1-6.
“ WRITE to Sardis," saith the Lord,
And write what he declares,
Upholds the seven stars :
Find thy zeal and love decay'd : Thou art call’d a living church,
But thou art cold and dead.
Watch, remember, seek, and strive,
Exert thy former pains ; Let thy timely care revive,
And strengthen what remains : Cleanse thine heart, thy works amend,
Former times to mind recall, Lest my sudden stroke descend,
And smite thee once for all.
66 Yet I number now in thee
A few that are upright;
And walk with me in white.
They for mine shall be confest; Let my
faithful servants hear, And woe be to the rest.”