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Thy presence makes this den of thieves

A calm delightful house of pray’r.
6 And if thou make thy temple shine,

Yet, self-abas'd will I adore ; .
The gold and silver are not mine,
I give thee what was thine before.

I HARK, my soul ! it is the LORD;

'Tis thy Saviour, hear his word;
Jesus speaks, and speaks to thee :

“ Say, poor sinner, lov'st thou me? 2“ I deliver'd thee when bound,

And, when wounded, heal'd thy wounds;
Sought thee wand'ring, set thee right,

Turn'd thy darkness into light. 3 “ Can a woman's tender care

Cease toward the child she bare?
Yes, she may forgetful be,

Yet will I remember thee.
4 “ Mine is an unchanging love,

Higher than the heights above ;
Deeper than the depths beneath,

Free and faithful, strong as death. 5 “ Thou shalt see my glory soon,

When the work of grace is done ;
Partner of my throne shall be,
Say, poor sinner, lov'st thou me?”

6 Lord, it is my chief complaint,

That my love is weak and faint ;
Yet I love thee and adore,
Oh for grace to love thee more !


CONTENTMENT.--Phil. iv. II. 1 FIERCE passions discompose the mind,

As tempests vex the sea ;
But calm content and peace we find,

When, LORD, we turn to thee. 2 In vain by reason and by rule,

We try to bend the will ;
For none, but in the Saviour's school,

Can learn the heav'nly skill.
3 Since at his feet my soul has sát,

His gracious words to hear,
Contented with my present state,

I cast on him my care.
4 “ Art thou a sinner, soul? (he said)

Then how can'st thou complain? *How light thy troubles here, if weigh'd

With everlasting pain. 5 “ If thou of murm'ring would'st be curd,

Compare thy griefs with mine ;
Think what my love for thee endur'd,

And thou wilt not repine.

6 « 'Tis I appoint thy daily lot,

And I do all things well ;
Thou soon shalt leave this wretched spot,

And rise with me to dwell. 7 “ In life my grace shall strength supply,

Proportion'd to thy day ;
At death thou still shalt find me nigh,

To wipe thy tears away."
8 Thus I, who once my wretched days

In vain repinings spent,
Taught in my Saviour's school of grace,

Have learn'd to be content.


ISRAEL in ancient day,
Not only had a view
Of Sinai in a blaze,

But learn'd the gospel too:
The types and figures were a glass,
In which they saw the Saviour's face.

The paschal sacrifice,
And blood-besprinkled door, *
Seen with enlighten’d eyes,

And once apply'd with power,
Would teach the need of other blood,
To reconcile an angry God.


* Exo. xii. 13.


The Lamb, the Dove, set forth
His perfect innocence, *
Whose blood of matchless worth

Should be the soul's defence ;
For he, who can for sin atone,
Must have no failings of his own.
4 The scape-goat on his headt

The people's trespass bore ;
And to the desert led,
Was to be seen no more :
In him our Surety seem'd to say,

“ Behold I bear your sins away.” 5 Dipt in his fellow's blood,

The living bird went free ;!
The type well understood,

Express'd the sinner's plea ;
Describ'd a guilty soul enlarg'd,

And by a Saviour's death discharg'd. 6 Jesus, I love to trace,

Throughout the sacred page,
The footsteps of thy grace,

The same in every age !
O grant that I may faithful be
To clearer light vouchsaf'd to me.

* Lev. xii. 6.

t Lev. xvi. 21.

| Lev. xiv. 51-53.


SARDIS.--REV, iii. I--6.

] “ WRITE to Sardis (saith the Lord)

And write what he declares ;
He, whose spirit, and whose word,

Upholds the seven stars :
All thy works and ways I search,
Find thy zeal and love decay'd ;
Thou art call'd a living church,

But thou art cold and dead.

2 “ Watch, remember, seek and strive,

Exert thy former pains ;

And strengthen what remains : Cleanse thine heart, thy works amend, Former times to mind recal,

And smite thee once for all.

3 “ Yet, I number now in thee

A few that are upright;
These my Father's face shall see,

And walk with me in white :
When in judgment I appear,
They for mine shall be confest;
Let my faithful servants hear,

And woe be to the rest."

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