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When Hagar found the bottle spent,
And wept o'er Ishmael,
To guide her to a well.*
Convince us at this day,
Provisions by the way?
The promise is secure;
“ Their water shall be sure.” I Repasts far richer they shall prove,
Than all earth's dainties are ;
Though in the meanest fare.
Nor murmur at your lot ;
you are poor and he is King, You shall not be forgot.
MY SOUL THIRSTETH FOR GOD.
The vain delights of earth to share ;
That I should seek my pleasures there. * Gen. xxi. 19. t 1 Kings xvii. 14. # Isa. xxxiii. 16.
It was the sight of thy dear cross
First wean'd my soul from earthly things; And taught me to esteem as dross
The mirth of fools and pomp of kings. I want that grace that springs from thee,
That quickens all things where it flows, And makes a wretched thorn like me
Bloom as the myrtle, or the rose. Dear fountain of delight unknown !
No longer sink below the brim; But overflow, and pour me down
A living, and life-giving stream! For sure, of all the plants that share
The notice of thy Father's eye, Ņone proves less grateful to his care,
Or yields him meaner fruit than I.
LOVE CONSTRAINING TO OBEDIENCE.
No strength of nature can suffice
To serve the Lord aright:
For want of clearer light.
In bondage and distress;
But toil'd without success.
Then, to abstain from outward sin
Was more than I could do;
I feel I hate it too.
Then all my servile works were e
A righteousness to raise;
I freely choose his ways.
“ That I may worthier grow?"
Is my inquiry now.
And hear his pardoning voice,
And duty into choice.
THE HEART HEALED AND CHANGED BY MERCY.
Sin enslaved me many years,
And led me bound and blind;
Came swarming o'er my mind.
“ Will these sinful pleasures end ?
* Romans iii. 31.
Friends and ministers said much
The gospel to enforce;
blindness still was such,
Scarce would show my face abroad,
A stranger still to God.
Long time did I rebel; Till despairing of my case,
Down at his feet I fell: Then
stubborn heart he broke, And subdued me to his sway; By a simple word he spoke,
“Thy sins are done away.”
Holy Lord God! I love thy truth,
Nor dare thy least commandment slight; Yet pierced by sin, the serpent's tooth,
I mourn the anguish of the bite. But though the poison lurks within,
Hope bids me still with patience wait; Till death shall set me free from sin,
Free from the only thing I hate.
Had I a throne above the rest,
Where angels and archangels dwell, One sin, unslain, within my breast,
Would make that heaven as dark as hell.
The prisoner sent to breathe fresh air,
And bless'd with liberty again, Would mourn, were he condemn'd to wear
One link of all his former chain.
But, oh! no foe invades the bliss,
When glory crowns the Christian's head; One view of Jesus as he is
Will strike all sin for ever dead.
The new-born child of gospel grace,
Like some fair tree when summer's nigh, Beneath Emmanuel's shining face
Lifts up his blooming branch on high. No fears he feels, he sees no foes,
No conflict yet his faith employs, Nor has he learnt to whom he owes
The strength and peace his soul enjoys. But sin soon darts its cruel sting,
And comforts sinking day by day: What seem'd his own, a self-fed spring,
Proves but a brook that glides away.