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Divine desire, that holy flame
Thy grace creates in me;
When it returns to thee.
How does it overflow!
Still bubbling from below.
Of fancied merit shine,
The Lord for ever mine.
EPHRAIM REPENTING. Jer. xxxi, 18–20.
My God, till I received thy stroke,
How like a beast was I !
So backward to comply.
Shame fills me at the thought;
What wickedness I wrought !
And left the pleasant road;
“ Is Ephraim banish'd from my thoughts,
Or vile in my esteem? No," saith the Lord, “ with all his faults,
I still remember him. “ Is he a dear and pleasant child ?
Yes, dear and pleasant still ; Though sin his foolish heart beguiled, And he withstood
will. “My sharp rebuke has laid him low,
He seeks my face again; My pity kindles at his woe,
He shall not seek in vain.”
Ezek. xxxvi. 25–28.
The Lord proclaims his grace abroad!
Yet not unsought, or unimplored,
Ezek. xlviii. 35.
As birds their infant brood protect, t
* Verse 37.
+ Isaiah xxxi. 5.
Let earth repent, and hell despair,
PRAISE FOR THE FOUNTAIN OPENED. Zec. xii, 1.
THERE is a fountain fill'd with blood
Drawn from Emmanuel's veins;
Lose all their guilty stains.
That fountain in his day;
Wash'd all my sins away.
Be saved to sin no more.
E'er since, by faith, I saw the stream
Thy flowing wounds supply,
And shall be till I die.
Then in a nobler, sweeter song,
I'll sing thy power to save;
Lies silent in the grave.
Lord, I believe thou hast prepared
(Unworthy though I be) For me a blood-bought free reward,
A golden harp for me! 'Tis strung, and tuned, for endless years,
And form'd by power divine,
No other name but thine.
Matt. xii. 3.
YE sons of earth, prepare the plough,
Break up your fallow ground; The sower is gone forth to sow,
And scatter blessings round. The seed that finds a stony soil,
Shoots forth a hasty blade; But ill repays the sower's toil,
Soon wither’d, scorch'd, and dead. The thorny ground is sure to baulk
All hopes of harvest there;
But not the fruitful ear.
Receive the trust in vain ;
And pick up all the grain.