O felf-tormenting child of pride,
Anger, bred up in hate and ftrife;
Ten thousand ills, by thee fupplied,
Mingle the cup of bitter life.
Happy the meek whose gentle breast,
Clear as the fummer's ev'ning ray,
Calm as the regions of the bleft,
Enjoys on earth celeftiał day.
No friendships broke their bosom sting,
No jars their peaceful tent invade;
Safe underneath almighty wing,
And, foes to none, of none afraid.
Spirit of grace, all meek and mild,
With thy whole felf our fouls poffefs;
Paffion and pride be hence exil❜d,
Then fhall our frame thine own exprefs.
AS pride, alas, e'er made for man,
Blind, erring, guilty creature he;
His birth so mean, his life a span,
His wifdom less than vanity?
II.
Tho' wealth and power with dazzling rays
And pageant state this nothing drefs;
On the fair idol shall we gaze,
And envy that as happiness?
III.
JESUS, by thy inftructions taught,
Our foolish paffions are reprefs'd:
We blush at our misguided thought,
And fee and call the humble blefs'd.
To know ourselves, to learn of thee,
And bend our necks beneath thy throne;
Thus dictates wife humility,
This makes the wealth of heaven our own.
WAKE my fout, lift thine up See where thy foes against thee rife, In long array, a numerous hoft; Awake my foul, or thou art lost. G 5
Here giant danger threat'ning stands
Mustering his pale terrific bands;
There pleasure's filken banners fpread,
And willing fouls are captive led.
III.
See where rebellious paffions rage,
And fierce defires and lufts engage;
The meaneft foe of all the train
Has thousands and ten thousands flain.
IV..
Thou tread'ft upon enchanted ground,
Perils and fnares befet thee round;
Beware of all, guard every part,
But most, the traitor in thy heart.
Come then, my foul, now learn to wield
The weight of thine immortal shield;
Put on the armour from above
Of heavenly truth and heavenly love.
VI.
The terror and the charm repel,
And powers of earth, and powers of hell
The man of Calvary triumph'd here;
Why fhould his faithful followers fear?
TAND up, my foul, shake off thy fears,
And gird the gospel-armour on;
March to the gates of endless joy,
Where JESUS thy great captain's gone.
II.
Hell and thy fins refift thy course,
But hell and fin are vanquifh'd foes;
Thy SAVIOUR nail'd 'em to the cross,
And fung the triumph when he rose.
III.
What tho' thine inward lufts rebel;
'Tis but a struggling gafp for life;
The weapons of victorious grace
Shall flay thy fins, and end the ftrife.
Then let my foul march boldly on,
Prefs forward to the heav'nly gate,
There peace and joy eternal reign,
And glitt❜ring robes for conqu❜rors wait.
There fhall I wear a starry crown,
And triumph in almighty grace,
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While all the armies of the skies
Join in my glorious leader's praise.
HYMN CXXVIII. Common Metre
The Temptations of human Life.
W HEN, in the light of faith divine,
We look on things below,
Honour, and gold, and fenfual joy,
How vain! how dang'rous too!
II.
Honour's a puff of noify breath;
Yet men expofe their blood,
And venture everlasting death,
To gain that airy food.
Whilft others starve the nobler mind,
And feed on fhining dust :
Celestial treasures they refign,
T' indulge a fordid luft.
The pleasures that allure our sense
Are dang❜rous snares to souls;
There's but a drop of flatt'ring sweet,
And dafh'd with bitter bowls.
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