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When Gideon arm'd his numerous host,

The Lord soon made his numbers less; And said, “ Lest Israel vainly boast, *

My arm procured me this success.
Thus will he bring our spirits down,

And draw our ebbing comforts low,
That saved by grace, but not our own,

not claim the praise we owe.



O God, whose favourable

The sin-sick soul revives,
Holy and heavenly is the joy

Thy shining presence gives.
Not such as hypocrites suppose,

Who with a graceless heart
Taste not of thee, but drink a dose,

Prepared by Satan's art.
Intoxicating joys are theirs,

Who, while they boast their light,
And seem to soar above the stars,

Are plunging into night.
Lulld in a soft and fatal sleep,

They sin and yet rejoice;
Were they indeed the Saviour's sheep,
Would they not hear his voice?

Judges vii. 2.

基 &

Be mine the comforts that reclaim
The soul from Satan's

power; That make me blush for what I am,

And hate my sin the more.
'Tis joy enough, my All in All,

At thy dear feet to lie ;
Thou wilt not let me lower fall,

And none can higher fly.



The Lord receives his highest praise

From humble minds and hearts sincere ; While all the loud professor says

Offends the righteous Judge's ear.
To walk as children of the day,

To mark the precepts' holy light,
To wage the warfare, watch, and pray,

Show who are pleasing in his sight.
Not words alone it cost the Lord,

To purchase pardon for his own; Nor will a soul by grace restored

Return the Saviour words alone. With golden bells, the priestly vest,

And rich pomegranates border'd round,* The need of holiness express'd,

And call'd for fruit as well as sound.

* Exod. xxviii. 33.

Easy, indeed, it were to reach

A mansion in the courts above, If swelling words and fluent speech

Might serve instead of faith and love. But none shall gain the blissful place,

Or God's unclouded glory see, Who talks of free and sovereign grace, Unless that


has made him free!

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Too many, Lord, abuse thy grace

In this licentious day;
And while they boast they see thy face,

They turn their own away.
Thy book displays a gracious light

That can the blind restore;
But these are dazzled by the sight,

And blinded still the more.
The pardon such presume upon,

They do not beg, but steal ; And when they plead it at thy throne,

Oh! where's the Spirit's seal ?
Was it for this, ye lawless tribe,

The dear Redeemer bled ?
Is this the grace the saints imbibe

From Christ the living head?

Ah, Lord, we know thy chosen few

Are fed with heavenly fare ;
But these, the wretched husks they chew

Proclaim them what they are.
The liberty our hearts implore

Is not to live in sin ;
But still to wait at wisdom's door,



calls us

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What thousands never knew the road !

What thousands hate it when 'tis known ! None but the chosen tribes of God

Will seek or choose it for their own. A thousand ways in ruin end,

One only leads to joys on high; By that my willing steps ascend,

Pleased with a journey to the sky. No more I ask or hope to find

Delight or happiness below;


the mind That feeds where thorns and thistles grow. The joy that fades is not for me,

I seek immortal joys above ;. There glory without end shall be

The bright reward of faith and love.

Cleave to the world,


sordid worms, Contented lick


native dust; But God shall fight, with all his storms,

Against the idol of your trust.

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To keep the lamp alive,

With oil we fill the bowl; 'Tis water makes the willow thrive,

And grace that feeds the soul.
The Lord's unsparing hand

Supplies the living stream;
It is not at our own command,

But still derived from him.
Beware of Peter's word,

Nor confidently say,
“ I never will deny thee, Lord,”

But,“ Grant I never may.”
Man's wisdom is to seek

His strength in God alone;
And e’en an angel would be weak,

Who trusted in his own. Retreat beneath his wings, And in his


confide; This more exalts the King of kings +

Than all your works beside. * Matthew xxvi. 33.

+ John vi. 29.

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