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He wrought by weight and measure,

And I was with him then :
Myself the Father's pleasure,

And mine, the sons of men.

Thus wisdom's words discover

Thy glory and thy grace,
Thou everlasting lover

Of our unworthy race !
Thy gracious eye survey'd us

Ere stars were seen above;
In wisdom thou hast made us,

And died for us in love.

And couldst thou be delighted

With creatures such as we,
Who, when we saw thee, slighted,

And nail'd thee to a tree?
Unfathomable wonder,

And mystery divine !
The voice that speaks in thunder,

Says, “ Sinner, I am thine !"

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God gives his mercies to be spent;

Your hoard will do your soul no good; Gold is a blessing only lent,

Repaid by giving others food.

The world's esteem is but a bribe,

To buy their peace you sell your own;
The slave of a vainglorious 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


her treacherous smiles : She leads them blindfold by her rules,

And ruins all whom she beguiles. 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.



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,

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!



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.


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.

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“ 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."



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.

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