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VIII. OF SELF-KNOWLEDGE.
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And all sanctification;
Thoʻstripp'd of ev'ry self-made good,
Is by the virtue of his blood
Freed from sin's condemnation:
Its voice-- Still cries 2.Detach'd from ev'ry earthly thing,
In his favor—Christ, our Saviour
For him pleadeth,
This is all the plea he needeth.
5. But why is not my wav'ring miod 1070,* t. 228,
At all times willingly inclin'd, ALAS! we're sinful, vile and base,
To live to my Lord's pleasure; Yet freely justified by grace,
Why is not the new creature seen A myst’ry this, concealed In thought, in action, word and mein, From all, but those, who gladly own:
In it's full stature's measure?
Until fully-Render'd holy
By his merit,
I with him become one spirit. ** My experience:“And assurance
6. Yet hark! the Bridegroom's voice • Of salvation
I hear, « To the Spirit's operation."
He whispers in my list’ning ear, 2. Whoe'er himself of singers chief
That he my suit approveth; Esteems and burthen'd seeks relief
He, who unto himself, his bride, From the reproach he feareth,
The church, betrothed when he died,
Me, needy sinner, loveth:
"I to gladness—Turn thy sadness ; Mourning-Turning
Here is weeping,
Once in joy we shall be reaping.
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The good physician,
But they who know and feel
Their lost condition,
To Christ appealing,
Experience of his stripes
The virtue healing.
2. We know, that in our flesh
Thus spirit, body, soul,
THEY; who know our Lord indeed,
Find in him a friend in need, 1072. T. 159.
And behold in Jesus' face,
Nought but mercy, truth and grace.
2. They can cast by faith their care “ Doth Jesus' love me still inspire, On that Lord, who heareth pray’r,
• My thoughts and actions sway? And when they to him draw nigh, “ Am a branch in Christ the vine? He doth all their wants supply. "Am I his own, and is be mine?
3. They who him, their Saviour know, “ Do I by faith unto him cleave,
Lowly at his footstool bow; " And to his honor live?
They, to whom his name is dear, 2. The Spirit's witness, full and clear, Greatly to offend him fear. Will state the real case,
4. But this very fear is sweet,
While abased at his feet,
He with gentle voioe doth chide
Their unfaithfulness and pride.
To all, who his goodness prove, 1073.* T. 167.
Deep abasement, heav'nly joy,
Their alternate thoughts employ. FAITHFUL souls, with real blessing
6. Wonders without end we see, Celebrate their natal day, Countless mercies, great and free; Asking: -. are we onward pressing? Lord, accept our thanks and praise
“What may Jesus have to say ? For thy goodness, truth and grace. 6 Are the ways of sin unpleasant? “Do we hold our Saviour fast?
1075. T.14, 66 Are we more like him at present, WHO sạith he's poor, nor feels within
" Than we were in seasons past ? 2. Great defects are still revealed;
With deepest shame his need,
Convicted on account of sin,
He is not poor indeed.
We our yesterday review, Instructed by the Spirit's light,
3. How greatly he forgiveness wants
With inward spirit's ardor pants,
Onward in the path of grace;
4. Who is so full of tenderness, We renew our vows of love, And patience, as thon, Lord? All for thee resolv'd to venture, But I must own with shame, alas!
Our benign conductor prove! I oft transgress thy word.
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WHEN in thy spirit's light, O Lord, This suit I make to thee:
Our hearts we strictly search, Show me how much my ransom cost, How great my poverty.
Whether we joy to thee afford,
And edify thy church, 1076.* T. 22.
Directing every thought and aim
Unto the honor of thy name, O LORD, 'fore thee abas'd I fall, Then our defects so great appear, And on thy name for mercy call, We drop a contrite tear. The faults indeed are numberless, Which humbly I to thee confess.
1079. T. 96. 2. I give myself to thee anew, No longer to behold the tree, My soul and body are thy due, Where Christ our guilt and curse Form me into thy likeness here,
did bear, By means, or gentle, or severe. No longer bim by faith to see
Nor feel him to our spirit near 3. Grant that I may henceforth to thee More faithful and obedient be,
This fills the soul with bitter smart, O may thy blood and righteouspess
Yes, God knows this, who knows
the heart. My beauty be, my glorious dress.
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I AM needy, yet forgiven, THY love unchanging is our conso- With thy blood my heart enliven,
lation, Thy patience and long suff"ring our Give me, Jesus, of thy passion salvation,
An abiding, deep impression. O thou our yesterday,to-day and ever, 2. With new grace, dear Lord, array Most faithful Saviour,
Into new degrees convey me, 2. Thy purposes
of love remain unshaken,
For thy service make me ready, Tho' we alas! our vows have oft Sanctify both soul and body. forsaken, [direction,
1081. T. 22. Forgive, bear with us, grant us thy And kind protection.
ALTHO' my deep depravity
Oft causeth me to mourn and sigh, 3. As a thick cloud let all our sins be
My hope to prosper for the Lord blotted Out of thy book, that nothing past
Doth heart-felt joy to me afford. be poted,
2. Till to that happy fold I'm led, As children, chasten us when we are which with celestial joy is fed, failing,
And of life's fountain drinks above, Heal us, when ailing,
In endless bliss and perfect love.
1X.' Of SANCTIFICATION.
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Thyself, and hast thereby
That we before thy face
May walk in holiness,
To thee well pleasing.
2. In true simplicity,
may we cleave to thee, From thee true life receiving. Our God and Saviour;
, 2. Let neither lust nor fear prevail, In all things free from blame, To draw me from my duty,
To glorify thy name
Be our endeavour.
3. In heart here purified,
Thy praise be our employ,
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LORD, take my sinful, worthless
As thine, thy grace to me impart,
And deep thy seal impress ;
Take me into thy special care,
Thyself find always free access.
66 In grace such progress made, Upon thy breast may I recline, 66 As with steps firm and steady
Preserv'd from needless fears; " Th' appointed path to tread ?" And when this earthly honse I leave, I own: 6 I'm weak and feeble, Into those mansions me receive, 66 Alone I cannot stand,
Where thou wilt wipe away all
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O SHED abroad, Lord Jesus,
Thy love in us, we pray,
And let its influence gracious
Thus in the path proceeding,
To life eternal leading,
We shall thy word obey.
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WHILE we take our seat WHO thro’ Jesus' wounds obtains at the Master's feet, Pardon and salvation,
Urg'd by love, we in our measure, Both for soul and body gains His commandments keep with pleaTrue sanctification.
Doth he strength bestow, 1088.* T. 22.
We can all things do.
109).* T. 136. WHENE'ER by sinfal lust assail'd, O HAPPY lot! I thank my God, I need not yield;
To live in blessed union But say to av’rice, lust and pride : "My Lord destroy'd you, when he With Christ, and with his church in
close communion, died !"
To look to him, 2. No parley with the foe I make, Prompted by love and need, But unto Christ my refuge take,
To feed by faith, upon his death and And when I to my Lord complain,
merit, From sin I quickly freedom gain.
And purified in heart, become with
him one spirit,
To love him, tho' we see him pot, 1089. T. 14.
O happy lot!
1092. T. 590. I WANT a principle within, Of jealous, godly fear,
NOW may the very God of peace A sense of each approach of sin,
Us wholly sanctify, A dread, lest it come near.
And grant us such a rich increase
Of unction from on high, 2. Quick as the apple of the eye, That spirit, soul and body may,
O God, my conscience make, Preserved free from stain, Arouse my soul, when sin is nigh, Be blameless until thy great day, And keep it still awake.
Lord Jesus Christ; Amen!
X. Of PATIENCE in TRIBULATION.
Are big with mercy, and shall break GOD moves in a mysterious way,
In blessings on your head.
4. Judge not the Lord by feeble sense,
But trust him for his grace,
Behind a frowning providence, 2. Deep in unfathomable mines He hides a smiling face,
Of never-failing skill,
Unfolding ev'ry hour,
The bud may have a bitter taste, 3. Ye fearful saints,fresh courage take
But sweet will be the flow'r. The clouds you so much dread,