And boldly seek his face;
This earnest makes the children free,
As members of God's family,
And heirs of heav'nly grace!
1 NOT all the outward forms on earth,
Nor rites that God has given,
Nor will of man, nor blood, nor birth,
Can raise a soul to heaven.
2 The sov'reign will of God alone
Creates us heirs of grace;
Born in the image of his Son,-
A new peculiar race!
3 The Spirit, like some heav'nly wind,
Blows on the chosen seed,
Communicates the filial mind,
And makes them sons of God!
4 Our quicken'd souls awake, and rise
From the long sleep of death;
On heav'nly things we fix our eyes,
And praise employs our breath!
1 LET others boast their ancient line, In long succession great;
In the proud list, let heroes shine,
And monarchs swell the state;
Descended from the King of kings,
Each saint a nobler title sings!
Pronounced by thee, Great God! thy son,
And own'd an heir divine;
I pity princes on the throne,-
A heav'nly crown' is mine!
Terrestrial crowns unenvy'd rise,
And lose their lustre in mine eyes.
Although obscure I pass my days,
To all 1 meet unknown,
I wait till thou thy child shalt raise,
And seat me on thy throne:
No name, no honours here I crave,
Well pleas'd with those beyond the grave!
Jesus, my conq'ring brother, lives;
With him I too shall reign;
Nor sin, nor death, while he survives,
Shall make the promise vain! .
In him my title stands secure,
And shall, while endless years endure!
When he, in robes divinely bright,
Shall in the heav'ns appear,
Thou, too, my soul, shalt shine in light,
And his full image bear!
Enough!-I wait th' appointed day :
Bless'd Saviour, haste, and come away!
THE SAINTS' MISERY, BUT NOT
THEIR MASTER.
OH! my old, my bosom foe,
Ofttimes thou hast laid me low,
And wounded mortally;
Yet thy prey thou couldst not keep;
Jesus, when I lowest fell,
Plung'd himself into the deep,
And brought me up from hell!
2 Foolish world, thy shouts forbear,
Till thou hast won the day;
Could thy wisdom keep me there,
When in thy hands I lay?
If my heart to thee incline,
Christ again shall set it free;
I am his and he is mine
To all eternity!
3 Satan, cease thy empty boast,
And give thy triumphs o'er;
Still thou seest I am not lost,
While Jesus can restore:
Though through thy deceit I fall,
Surely I shall rise again;
Christ, my King, is over all,
And I with him shall reign!
4 O my threefold enemy!
To whom I long did bow,
See your former captive, see
No more your captive now :
Now before my face ye fly;
More than conq'ror now I am;
Earth, hell, and sin, I now defy,
In Jesu's pow'rful Name!
1 "TWAS for my sins my dearest Lord
Hung on the cursed tree,
And groan'd away a dying life,
For thee, my soul, for thee!
2 O, how I hate those lusts of mine,
That crucify'd my God;
Those sins that pierc'd and nail'd his flesh
Fast to the fatal wood!
3 Yes, my Redeemer, let them die,
As thou hast well decreed!
I would not spare the guilty things
That made my Saviour bleed.
4 While with a melting, broken heart,
My murder'd Lord I view,
I feel revenge against my sins,-
Perish the murd❜rers too!
1 THE Canaanite still in the land,
To harass, perplex, and dismay,
Brought Isr❜el of old to a stand,
For Anak was stronger than they:
What God had design'd they possess'd,
Supported and kept by his hand,
Yet, lest on their lees they should rest,
The Canaanite dwelt in the land.
2 "Tis thus with thine Isr'el on earth,
Who groan with a body of sin,
Partake of a spiritual birth-
The Spirit of sonship within;
To-day, with a taste of his love
Jehovah their souls shall expand,
To-morrow, he'll give them to prove
The Canaanite still in the land.
Corruptions, like vapours, shall rise;
Light, love, and delight shall be gone;
The sun shall be dark in the skies,
And hell with its legions come on;
Yet all things shall work for their good,
Afflictions, temptations, or pain;
And still, thro' the Lamb and his blood,
Their cause they shall ever maintain !
4 Like Gad, by a troop overcome,
They fall thro' the workings of sin;
Yet glory they not in their shame,
But mourn their defilement within:
On Zion's bright summit above,
Victorious at last they shall stand,
Tho' now for a season they prove
The Canaanite still in the land.
5 A thorn in the flesh they shall have,
Their roving, affections to win,
To teach them how Jesus can save,
And show them the depth of their sin;
Yea, down to the Jordan of death,
His foes shall the Christian withstand,
And feel, when resigning his breath,
The Canaanite still in the land.
6 To them he his oath shall fulfil,
A poor little faint-hearted band,
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