3 The joys and treasures of a day Rich in that large immortal store, 4 Let fools my wiser choice deride, Nor scorn of men, nor rage of hell, 5 With ardent eye that bright reward And in the blooming prospect lose 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, 2 No longer will I ask your love, 3 There's nothing round this spacious earth That suits my large desire; To boundless joy and solid mirtn . 4 [Where pleasure rolls its living flood, From sin and dross refin'd, Still springing from the throne of God, 6 Had I the pinions of a dove, 'I 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, 2 While Time his sharpest teeth prepares, 3 Nature shall be dissolv'd and die, 4 When will that glorious morning rise, 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; In flames, that no abatement know, 1 IN has a thousand treacherous arts With flatt'ring looks she tempts our hearts, 2 With names of virtue she deceives And while the heedless wretch believes, 3 She pleads for all the joys she brings, But cheats the soul of heav'nly things, 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. 1LORD, what a thoughtless wretch was 1, On slipp❜ry rocks I see them stand, 3 4 5 Now let them boast how tall they rise, There they may stand with haughty eyes, Are but a preface to their plagues. The Being and Attributes of God asserted. 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, 3 What strange self-flatt'ry blinds their eyes! When they shall see with sore surprise 4 Thy justice shall maintain its throne, 5 Above these heav'n-created rounds, 1 2 Thy truth out-lives the narrow bounds 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, When Jesus calls thee to receive 3 He teaches thee thyself to know: Thy danger and thy refuge too, 4 He'll be thy bright, thy glorious sun, 5 His light shall open to thy view And prospects ever rich and new 314. C. M. Mr. John Fawcett. The Wicked called to forsake their Ways. Isa. lv. 7. 1 CINNERS, the voice of God regard! He calls you by his sov'reign word 2 Like the rough sea that cannot rest, A thousand stings within your breast, 3 Why will you in the crooked ways In pain you travel all your days, 4 But he that turns to God shall live Submit to him, your sov'reign Lord, 6 His love exceeds your highest thonghts: He will forgive your num'rous fanits, |