3 The joys and treasures of a day
I cheerfully resign;

Rich in that large immortal store,
Secur'd by grace divine.

4 Let fools my wiser choice deride,
Angels and God approve:

Nor scorn of men, nor rage of hell,
My steadfast soul shall move.

5 With ardent eye that bright reward
I daily will survey;

And in the blooming prospect lose
The sorrows of the way.

306. C. M. Dr. Watts.

Parting with Carnal Joys.

1MY soul forsakes her vain delight,

And bids the world farewell;

Base as the dirt bereath my feet,
And mischievous as hell.

2 No longer will I ask your love,
Nor seek your friendship more;
The happiness that I approve
Is not within your pow'r.

3 There's nothing round this spacious earth That suits my large desire;

To boundless joy and solid mirtn
My nobler thoughts aspire.

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4 [Where pleasure rolls its living flood, From sin and dross refin'd,

Still springing from the throne of God,
Aud fit to cheer the mind.
5 Th' almighty ruler of the sphere,
The glorious and the great,
Brings his own all-sufficience there,
To make our bliss complete.]

6 Had I the pinions of a dove,
I'd climb the heav'nly road;
There sits my Saviour dress'd in love,
And there my siniling God.

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307. L. M. Dr. Watts.

The Same.

SEND the joys of earth away; Away ye tempters of the mind! False as the smooth deceitful sea, And empty as the whistling wiud.

2 Your streams were floating me along, Down to the gulph of black despair; And whilst I listen'd to your song,

Your streams had e'en convey'd me there. 2 Lord, I adore thy matchless grace,

That warn'd me of that dark abyss! That drew me from those treach'rous seas, And bid me seek superior bliss.

4 Now to the shining realins above

I stretch my hands, and glance my eyes; O for the pinions of a dove,

To bear me to the upper skies! 5 There from the bosom of my God, Oceans of endless pleasures roll: There would I fix my last abode, And drown the sorrows of my soul. 308. C. M. Dr. Watts.

The End of the World.

WHY should this earth delight us so?

Why should we tix our eyes

On these low grounds, where sorrows grow,
And ev'ry pleasure dies?

2 While Time his sharpest teeth prepares,
Our comforts to devour,
There is a land above the stars,
And joys above his pow'r.

3 Nature shall be dissolv'd and die,
The Sun must end his race,
The earth and sea for ever fly
Before my Saviour's face.

4 When will that glorious morning rise,
When the last trumpet's sound
Shall call the nations to the skies,
From underneath the ground?

SINNERS.

309. L. M. Dr. Doddridge. Depravity of Man lamented. Ps. cxix. 136, 158.

ARISE, my tenderest thoughts, arise:

To torrents melt my streaming eyes And thou, my heart, with anguish feel Those evils which thou canst not heal.

2 See human nature sunk in shame;
See scandal pour'd on Jesu's name;
The Father wounded through the Son;
The world abus'd; the soul undone.
3 See the short course of vain delight
Closing in everlasting night;

In flames, that no abatement know,
Though briny tears for ever flow.
4 My God, I shudder at the scene;
My bowels yearn o'er dying men;
And fain my pity would reclaim,
And snatch the fire-brands from the flame.
5 But feeble my compassion proves,
And oft it weeps for those it loves:
Thy own all-saving arm employ,
And turn these drops of grief to joy.
310. C. M. Dr. Watts.
The Deceitfulness of Sin.

1

IN has a thousand treacherous arts
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,

And while the heedless wretch believes,
She makes his fetters strong.

3 She 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 sense.

4 So on a tree divinely fair

Grew the forbidden food,

Our mother took the poison there,

And tainted all her blood.

311. L. M.

Dr. Watts.

The Prosperity of the Wicked cursed.
Psalm Ixxiii. 17-29.

1LORD, what a thoughtless wretch was 1,
To inourn, and murmur, and repine,
To see the wicked plac'd on high,
In pride and robes of honour shine!
2 But Ŏ their end, their dreadful end!
(Thy sanctuary taught me so)

On slipp❜ry rocks I see them stand,
And hery billows roll below.

3

4

5

Now let them boast how tall they rise,
I'll never envy them again,

There they may stand with haughty eyes,
Till they plunge deep in endless pain.
Their fancied joys, how fast they flee;
Just like a dream when man awakes;
Their songs of softest harmony

Are but a preface to their plagues.
Now I esteem their mirth and wme,
Too dear to purchase with my blood:
Lord, 'tis enough that thou art mine,
My life, my portion, and my God.
312. C. M. Dr. Watts.

The Being and Attributes of God asserted.
Psalm xxxvi. 1, 2, 5, 6, 7, 9.

1 And yet a God they own,

WHILE men grow bold in wicked ways,

My heart within me often says,

Their thoughts believe there's none.' 2 Their thoughts and ways at once declare (Whate'er their lips profess)

God hath no wrath for them to fear,
Nor will they seek his grace.

3 What strange self-flatt'ry blinds their eyes!
But there's a hast'ning hour,

When they shall see with sore surprise
The terrors of thy pow'r.

4 Thy justice shall maintain its throne,
Though mountains melt away;
Thy judgments are a world unknown,
A deep unfathom'd sea.

5 Above these heav'n-created rounds,
Thy mercies, Lord, extend;

1

2

Thy truth out-lives the narrow bounds
Where time and nature end.

313. C. M. Mr. John Fawcett. Careless Sinners alarmed and admonished. Eph. v. 14.

AWAKE, awake, O drowsy soul,

From carnal sloth arise;

Before the threat'ning thunders roll,
To rouse thee with surprise.
Why wilt thou still in darkness live,
Involv'd in shades of night?

When Jesus calls thee to receive
The rays of heav'nly light.

3 He teaches thee thyself to know:
He sets before thine eyes

Thy danger and thy refuge too,
And calls thee to arise.

4 He'll be thy bright, thy glorious sun,
Thy gloomy path to cheer!
Onward thy willing feet shall run,
Secure from ev'ry snare.

5 His light shall open to thy view
The glories of the skies,

And prospects ever rich and new
Shall bless thy wond'ring eyes.
6 He will direct thee on thy way,
And show thee all his will,
And to the realms of endless day,
His hand shall guide thee still.

314. C. M. Mr. John Fawcett.

The Wicked called to forsake their Ways. Isa. lv. 7.

1 CINNERS, the voice of God regard!
mercy speaks to-day;

He calls you by his sov'reign word
From sin's destructive way.

2 Like the rough sea that cannot rest,
You live devoid of peace;

A thousand stings within your breast,
Deprive your souls of ease.

3 Why will you in the crooked ways
Of sin and folly go?

In pain you travel all your days,
To reap immortal woe!

4 But he that turns to God shall live
Through his abounding grace;
His mercy will the guilt forgive
Of those that seek his face.
5 Bow to the sceptre of his word,
Renouncing ev'ry sin;

Submit to him, your sov'reign Lord,
And learn his will divine.

6 His love exceeds your highest thonghts:
He pardons like a God!

He will forgive your num'rous fanits,
Through a Redeemer's blood.