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4 So let thy grace surround me still,

And like a bulwark prove,
To guard my soul from ev'ry ill,
Secur'd by sov’reign love.
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Gospel Door.
AWAKE, our souls, and bless his namo,

Whose mercies never fail; Who opens wice a door of hope,

In life's most gloomy vale. 2 Behold the portal wide display'd,

The building strong and fair; Within arc pastures fresh and green,

And living streams are there.
3 Enter, my soul, with cheerful haste,

Fur Jesus is the door ;
Nor fear the serpent's wily arts,
Nor foar the lion's roar.
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The Request.
FATHER, whate'er of earthly bliss

Thy sov'reign will denies,
Accepted at thy tlırone of grace,

Let this petition risc :-
2 “ Give me a calmn, a thankful heart,

From ev'ry murmur free;
The blessings of thy grace impart,

And inakc me lire to thee.

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3 " Let the sweet hope, that thou art mino,

My life and death attend; “ Thy presence through my journey shine,

" And crown my journey's end."

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The Bible.
This is a precious book indeed!
Happy the child that loves to read !
'Tis God's own word, which he has giv'n

To show our souls the way to heav'n! 2 It tells us how the world was inade;

And how good men the Lord obeyed:
Here his commands are written too,

To teach us what we ought to do. 3 lt bids us all from sin to fly,

Because our souls can never die;
It points to heav'n, whore angels dwell,

And warns us to escape from hell. 4 But, what j. more than all beside,

Tho Bible tells us, Jesus died ! 'This is its best, its chief intent, To lead poor sinners to repeni. Be thankful, children, that you may Read this good Bible every day; 'Tis God's own word, which he has giv'n To rhow your souls the way to heaven.

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The Barren Fig Tree.
See in the vineyard of the Lord,

A barran fig tree stands!
It yields no fruit, no blossom bears,

Though planted by his hands.
2 From yoar to year he seoks for fruit,

And still no fruit is founů;
It stands amidst the living trees,

A cumberer of the ground.
3 But see! tne kind Pedeemer pleads,

The barren tree to spare ;
Let mercy still withhold his hand,

And grant another year.
4 Perhaps some means of grace untry'd

May reach the stony heart;
Or the soft dews of heavenly grace,

May a new life impart. 5 But if these means should prove in vain,

And still no fruit be found ;
Then mercy shall no longer picad,
But justice cut it down.
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Hearen.
O world of bliss ! could mortal eyes

But half its charms explore,
How would our spirits long to rise,

2 There pain and sickness never come;

l'here grief no more complains ; Health triumphs in immortal bloom,

And purest pleasure reigns. 3 No malice, strife, or envy, there

The sons of peace molest; But harmony and love sincere,

Fill every happy breast. 4 0! may this heav'nly prospect fire

Our hearts with ardent love :
May lively faith and strong desire
Bear every thought above.
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Deceitfulness of Sin.
Sin has a thousand treach'rous arts

To practise on the mind :
With flatt'ring looks she tempts our hearts,

But leaves a sting behind.
2 With names of virtue she deceives

The aged and the young;
Aud while the heedless wretch believes,

She makes his letters strong.
3 Sho pleads for all the joys she brings,

And gives a fair pretence;
But cheats the soul of heav'nly things,

And chains it down to senso.

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4 So, on a tree, divinely fair

Grew the forbidden food;
Our mother took the poison there,
And lainted all her blood.
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Love of Cnrist.
Behold a stranger at the door ;
He gently knocks, has knock'd before ;
Has waited long, is waiting still ;

Vou use no other friend so ill.
2 Rise, touch'd with gratitude divine,

Turn out his enemy and thine ;
Turn out that haceful monster, Sin,

And let the leavenly stranger in. 3 Admit him, ere his anger burn,

Lest he depart and ne'er return:
Admit him, or the hour's at hand,

When at his door deny'd you stand. 4 Yet know, nor of the terms complain,

When Jesus comes, he comes to reign ; To reign, and with no partial sway; Thoughts must be slain that disobey. 142.

C. M. Christ's Love. See the kind Shepherd, Jesus, stands,

With all engaging charms; Hark, how he calls the tender lambs,

And folds then in his arins,

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