I And build on sin's demolish'd throne CCCLIX. L. M. RIP. SEL. 4 Hasten it, Lord, in every land, Send thou thine angels and command ; "Go sound deliverance; loudly blow "Salvation to the saints below!" 5 We want to have the day appear! The promis'd great sabbatic year, When, far from grief, and sin, and hell, Israel in ceaseless peace shall dwell. 6 "Till then, we will not let thee rest; Thou still shall hear our strong request ; And this our daily prayer shall be, Lord, sound the trump of jubilee. CCCLX. 112th. RIP. SEL. Gentiles praying for Jews. Rom. xi. 1, 2, 25, 26. ATHER of faithful Abraʼm, hear FA Our earnest suit for Abra'm's seed; Justly they claim the softest prayer For ever cast thy own away? On him they pierc'd, and weep and pray? Yes, gracious Lord, thy word is past : "All Israel shall be sav'd at last." 4 Come then, thou great deliverer, come; 1 THE WORLD. ITS VANITY, &c. CCCLXI. C. M. S. STE NNETT, IN "Who will supply our vast desires, 2 Through the wide circuit of the earth In chase of honour, wealth, and mirth, 3 But oft these shadowy joys elude 4 Lord, from this world call off my love, Assur'd of thy forgiving grace, CCCLXII, C. M. NEEDHAM. The rich Fool surprised. Luke xii. 16—22. DELUDED souls! who think to find A solid bliss below: Bliss! the fair flower of paradise, On earth can never grow. 2 See how the foolish wretch is pleas'd, "What shall I do ?" distrest he cries, 46 My scanty barns shall now come down, "I'll build them large and new. "Here will I lay my fruits and hid "My soul to take its ease: "Eat, drink, be glad, my lasting store Shall give what joys I please." 3 Scarce had he spoke, when lo! from heaven Th' Almighty made reply: "For whom dost thou provide, thou fool? 6 Teach me, my God, all earthly joys In thee the good supreme! CCCLXIII. L. M. WATTS'S LYRIC POEMS. 1 DE The Farewell. EAD be my heart to all below, 4 Begone, for ever, mortal things! And leave the globe for ants to dwell. CCCLXIV. C. M. NEW SEL. Affections on things above. 1 ET worldly minds the world pursue, Once I admir'd its trifles too, 2 Its pleasures now no longer please, Far from my heart be joys like these, 3 As by the light of op'ning day, 4 Creatures no more divide my choice, His name, and love, and gracious voice, 5 Now, Lord, I would be thine alone But may I hope that thou wilt own 6 Yes-though of sinners I'm the worst, For if thou hadst not lov'd me first, CCCLXV. L. M. NEW SEL. Hopes of Heaven drown cares on Earth. Heb. xiii. 14. E'VE no abiding city here:" |