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Bring forth the royal diadem,
And crown him Lord of all.
Crown him, ye martyrs of our God
Who from his altar call;

Extol the stem of Jesse's rod,
And crown him Lord of all

Ye chosen seed of Israel's race,
A remnant weak and small: ;
Hail him who saves you by his grace,
And crown him Lord of all.
Ye Gentile sinners, ne'er forget
The wormwood and the gall:
Go spread your trophies at his feet,
And crown him Lord of all.
Let ev'ry kindred, ev'ry tribe,
On this terrestrial ball,

To him all majesty' ascribe,
And crown him Lord of all.

O that, with yonder sacred throng,
We at his feet may fall!

We'll join the everlasting song,
And crown him Lord of

THE WORLD.

297. L. M. Dr. Watts.

The Vanity of Creatures, or, no Rest on Earth.

'MAHe burns within with restless fires; Tost to and fro, his passions fly From vanity to vanity.

AN has a soul of vast desires,

2 In vain on earth we hope to find
Some solid good to fill the mind:
We try new pleasures, but we feel
The inward thirst and torment still.
3 So when a raging fever burns,
We shift from side to side by turns;
And 'tis a poor relief we gain,

To change the place, but keep the pain. 4 Great God! subdue this vicious thirst, This love to vanity and dust;

Cure the vile fever of the mind,
And feed our souls with joys refined.

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298. C. M. Dr. Watts.

The World's Three chief Temptations.
WIEN in the light of faith divine
We look on things below,
Honour, and gold, and sensual joy,
How vain and dang'rous too!

2 [Honour's a puff of noisy breath;
Yet men expose their blood,
And venture everlasting death
To gain that airy good.

3 Whilst others starve the nobler mind,
And feed on shining dust,

They rob the serpent of his food,
Tindulge a sordid lust.]

4 The pleasures that allure our sense,
Are dang'rous snares to souls!
There's but a drop of flatt'ring sweet
And dash'd with bitter bowls.

5 God is my all-sufficient good
My portion, and my choice;
In him my vast desires are fill'd,
And all my pow'rs rejoice.
6 In vain the world accosts my ear,
And tempts my heart anew:
I caunot buy your bliss so dear
Nor part with heav'n for you.

299. C. M. Dr. Watts.

Love to the Creatures is dangerous.

1 HOW vain are all things here below!

How false and yet how fair!

Each pleasure has its poison too,
And ev'ry sweet a snare.

2 The brightest things below the sky
Give but a flatt'ring light;

We should suspect some danger nigh
Where we possess delight.

3 Our dearest joys and nearest friends,
The partners of our blood,
How they divide our wav'ring minds,
And leave but half for God!
The fondness of a creature's love,
How strong it strikes the sense!
Thither the warm affections move,
Nor can we call them thence.

5 Dear Saviour! let thy beauties be
My soul's eternal food;

And grace command my heart away
From all created good.

300. L. M.

The Vanity of earthly Things. 1 WThe boasted splendour of the great? WHAT are possessions, fame, and pow'r, What gold, which dazzled eyes adore, And seek with endless toils and sweat? 2 Express their charms, declare their use, That we their merit may descry; Tell us what good they can produce, Or what important wants supply? 3 If wounded with the sense of sin

To them for pardon we should pray,
Will they restore our peace within,
And wash our guilty stains away?
4 Can they celestial life inspire,

Nature with pow'r divine renew,
With pure and sacred transports fire
Our bosom, and our lusts subdue?
5 When with the pangs of death we strive,
And yield all comforts here for lost,
Will they support us, will they give
Kind succour, when we need it most?
6 When at th' Almighty's awful bar
To hear our final doom we stand,
Can they incline the judge to spare,
Or wrest the vengeance from his hand?
7 Can they protect us from despair,

From the dark reign of death and hell, Crown us with bliss, and throne ns where The just in joys immortal dwell?

8 Sinners, your idols we despise,

If these reliefs they cannot grant:
Why should we such delusions prize,
And pine in everlasting want?

301. C. M. Dr. Stennett.

Vanity of the World. Psalm iv. 6.
N_vain the giddy world inquires,

1 Forgetful of their God,

Who will supply our vast desires,
Or show us any good?

2 Thro' the wide circuit of the earth
Their eager wishes rove,

In chase of honour, wealth, and mirth,
The phantoms of their love.

3 But oft these shadowy joys elude
Their most intense pursuit,

Or if they seize the fancied good,
There's poison in the fruit.

4 Lord, from this world call off my love,
Set my affections right:
Bid me aspire to joys above,
And walk no more by sight.
50 let the glories of thy face
Upon my bosom shine:
Assur'd of thy forgiving grace,
My joys will be divine.

302. C. M. Needham.

The rich Fool surprised. Luke xii. 16-22 1 DELUDED souls! who think to find

bliss below:

Bliss! the fair flower of Paradise,
On earth can never grow.

2 See how the foolish wretch is pleas'd,
T' increase his worldly store;

Too scanty now he finds his barns,
And covets room for more.

s' What shall I do?" distrest he cries,
This scheme will I pursue:

My scanty barns shall now come down,
I'll build them large and new.

4' Here will I lay my fruits, and bid
My son! to take its ease:

Eat, drink, be glad, my lasting store
Sball give what joys I please,'

5 Scarce had he spoke, when lo! from heaven The Almighty made reply:

For whom dost thou provide, thou fool!
This night thyself shalt die?

6 Teach me, my God, all earthly joys
Are but an empty dream:

And may I seek my bliss alone

In thee the good Supreme!

303. C. M.

God and future Bliss preferred to the World. Mark viii. 36.

'L with solid good for show?

ORD, shall we part with gold for dross,

Out-live our bliss, and mouru our loss
In everlasting woe?

2 Let us not lose the living God,
For idols of a day:

With fond embrace cling to a clod,
And fling all heaven away.

3 Vain world, thy weak attempts forbear,
We all thy charms defy;

And rate our precious souls too dear
For all thy wealth to buy.

304. L. M. Dr. Doddridge.

Mary's Choice of the better Part. Luke x. 42. ESET with snares on every haud,

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Bin life's uncertain path I stand:

Saviour divine! diffuse thy light,
To guide my doubtful footsteps right.
2 Engage this roving treach'rous heart
To fix on Mary's better part;

To scorn the trifles of a day,

For joys that none can take away.
3 Then let the wildest storms arise;
Let teinpests mingle earth and skies;
No fatal shipwreck shall I fear;
But all my treasures with me bear.
4 If thon, my Jesus, still be nigh,
Cheerful I live, and joyful die;
Secure when mortal comforts flee,
To find ten thousand worlds in thee.

305. C. M. Dr. Doddridge.
The Wise Choice. Heb. xi. 26.

'M'Survey the heav'nly prize; Nor let the glitt'ring toys of earth Allure thy wand'ring eyes.

soul, with all thy waken'd pow'rs,

2 The splendid crown which Moses sought Still beams around his brow;

Though soon great Pharaoh's scepter'd pride Was taught by death to bow.