6 It smells the dear Redeemer's name
Like ointment poured forth (b);
Faith only knows, or can proclaim,
Its favor or its worth.

7 Till faving faith poffefs the mind,
In vain of fense we boaft;

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We are but fenfelefs, taftelefs, blind,.
And deaf, and dead, and loft.

XLIV. C. The happy change. HOW bleft thy creature is, O GOD,. When with a fingle eye,

He views the luftre of thy word,.

The day-spring from on high!

2. Thro' all the ftorms that veil the skies,,
And frown on earthly things;
The fun of righteoufnefs he eyes,,
With healing on his wings..

3 Struck by that light, the human heart (¿),
A barren foil no more;~
Sends the sweet smell of grace abroad,
Where ferpents lurk'd before.

4

The foul, a dreary province once:
Of Satan's dark domain,

Feels a new empire form'd within,
And owns a heav'nly reign.

5. The glorious orb, whofe golden beams
The fruitful year control;

Since firft, obedient to thy word,
He started from the goal,

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(4) Solomen's Song i, 3、 (i) Ifajah xxxv, 7.

6 Has cheer'd the nations with the joys
His orient rays impart;

But, JESUS, 'tis thy light alone,
Can fhine upon the heart.

XLV. C. Retirement.

FAR from the world, O LORD, I flee,

From ftrife and tumult far;
From scenes where Satan wages ftill
His moft fuccessful war.

2 The calm retreat, the filent fhade,
With pray'r and praise agree;
And feem, by thy fweet bounty made,
For those who follow thee.

3 There if thy Spirit touch the foul,
And grace her mean abode;

Oh with what peace, and joy, and love,
She communes with her GOD!

4 There like the nightingale fhe pours
Her folitary lays;

Nor afks a witnefs of her fong,
Nor thirfts for human praise.

5 Author and Guardian of my life,
Sweet fource of light divine;
And (all harmonious names in one),
My Saviour thou art mine!

6 What thanks I owe thee, and what love,

A boundless, endless store;

Shall echo thro' the realms above

When time fhall be no more.

XLVI. JESUS

XLVI. JESUS my all.

WHY

HY fhould I fear the darkest hour, Or tremble at the tempter's pow'r? JESUS Vouchfafes to be my tow'r. 2 Tho' hot the fight, why quit the field? Why must I either flee or yield,

Since JESUS is my mighty fhield? 3 When creature-comforts fade and die, Wordlings may weep; but why fhould I? JESUS ftill lives, and still is nigh.

4

Tho' all the flocks and herds were dead,
My foul a famine need not dread,
For JESUS is my living bread.

5 I know not what may foon betide,
Or how my wants fhall be fupply'd;
But JESUS knows, and will provide..
6 Tho' fin would fill me with distress,
The throne of grace I dare addrefs,
For JESUS is my righteousness.

7 Tho' faint my pray'rs, and cold my love, My steadfast hope fhall not remove, While JESUS intercedes above.

8 Against me earth and hell combine; But on my fide is pow'r divine; JESUS is all, and he is mine.

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XLVII. C. The hidden life.

TO tell the Saviour all my wants,
How pleafing is the task!

Nor

Nor lefs to praise him when he grants-
Beyond what I can ask.

2 My lab'ring fpirit vainly seeks
To tell but half the joy;

With how much tenderness he speaks,
And helps me to reply.

3. Nor were it wife, nor fhould I choofe Such fecrets to declare

Like precious wines their tafte they lofe
Expos'd to open air.

4 But this with boldness I proclaim,
Nor care if thousands hear;

Sweet is the ointment of his name,
Not life is half fo dear.

5 And can you frown, my former friends, Who knew what once I was;

And blame the fong that thus commends
The man who bore the crofe.

6 Truft me, I draw the likeness true,,
And not as fancy paints;
Such honour may he give to you,
For fuch have all his faints.

XLVIII. Joy and peace in believing.
Sometimes a light furprizes.

The chriftian while he fings;.

It is the LORD who rifes

With healing in his wings: When comforts are declining, He grants the foul again

A feafon

A feason of clear shining To cheer it after rain. 2 In holy contemplation,

We sweetly then purfue-
The theme of GOD's falvation,
And find it ever new:
Set free from prefent forrow,
We cheerfully can say,

E'en let th' unknown to-morrow (4),
Bring with it what it may.

3. It can bring with it nothing
But he will bear us thro'
Who gives the lilies clothing,.
Will clothe his people too:.
Beneath the spreading heavens,.
No creature but is fed;
And he who feeds the ravens,.
Will give his children bread.
The vine nor fig-tree neither (1),
Their wonted fruit fhall bear,
Tho' all the fields fhould wither,
Nor flocks nor herds be there:
Yet Gon the fame abiding,
His praise fhall tune my voice;
For while in him confiding,.
I cannot but rejoice.

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XLIX. C. True pleasures.
LORD, my foul with pleasure springs,
When JESUS' name I hear;

And when GOD the fpirit brings
The word of promise near

(k) Mast, vi. 34.

(1) Habbakkuk 3. 17, 18.