And raise that favourite servant's head Amidst th' angelic band. CLXXXIV. C. M. DODDRridge. The Christian Warrior animated and crown'd. HA Rev. ii. 10. [ARK! 'tis our heavenly Leader's voice From his triumphant seat; 'Midst all the war's tumultuous noise, How powerful and how sweet. 2 "Fight on my faithful band," he cries, 3 "I have my days of combat known, "And in the dust was laid; "But thence I mounted to my throne, "And glory crowns my head. 4 "That throne, that glory you shall share; 5 Lord, 'tis enough; our souls are fir'd IN CLXXXV. C. M. NEW SELEC. N duties and in sufferings too As thou hast done, so would I do 2 With zeal inflam'd, 'twas thy delight 3 Meekness, humility, and love, 4 Depending on thy spy'reign grace, IMPORTANCE OF RELIGION. CLXXXVI. C. M. FAWCETT. Spiritual Mindedness; or, Inward Religion. James 1. 27. RELIGION is the chief Of mortals here below; concern May I its great importance learn, Its sovereign virtue know! 3 More needful this, than glittering wealth, 3 Religion should our thoughts engage, "Twill fit us for declining age, And for the awful tomb. 40 may my heart, by grace renew'd, And be my stubborn will subdu'd, Let deep repentance, faith, and love, 6 [Preserve me from the snares of sin," And may I wait with strong desire, THE PENITENT. CLXXXVII. L. M. BEDDOME. LORD, with a griev'd and aching heart, 2 Here on my soul a burden lies, CLXXXVIII. C. M. RIPPON'S SELEĆ, Humble pleading for Mercy. LORD at thy feet we sinners lie, And knock at mercy's door; With heavy heart and downcast eye, 2 [On us, the vast extent display Take all our heinous guilt away, 3 We sink, with all this weight oppress'd, 5 0, for thy own, for Jesus's sake, Our many sins forgive; Thy grace our rocky hearts can break, 6 Thus melt us down, thus make us bend, CLXXXIX. C. M. Charmouth tune. The Penitent. 1 PROSTRATE, dear Jesus, at thy feet A guilty rebel lies; And upwards to the mercy scat eyes. 20 let not justice frown me hence: Stay, stay the vengeful storm: Forbid it that Omnipotence Should crush a feeble worm. 3 If tears of sorrow would suffice To the debt I owe, pay Tears should from both my weeping eyes In ceaseless torrents flow. 4 But no such sacrifice I plead To expiate my guilt; No tears, but those which thou hast shed, No blood but thou hast spilt. 5 Think of thy sorrows, dearest Lord, Justice will well approve the word, Why weepest thou? John xx. 13. 1 VHY, O my soul, why weepest thou? Tell me from whence arise Those briny tears that often flow, Those groans that pierce the skies? 2 Is sin the cause of thy complaint, Dost thou an evil heart lament, 3 Lord, let me weep for nought but sin, And then, I would, O that I might! CXCI. C. M. The contrile heart. THE CowPER. Isaiah lvii. 15. HE Lord will happiness divine Then tell me, gracious God, is mine A contrite heart or no? |