2 Oh! I remember well the day, 3 Men faw me in this helpless cafe, 4 But he whofe name had been my scorn, Came, when he faw me thus forlorn, 5 Gently he rais'd me from the ground, 6 Unto his church my steps he led, Thus fav'd from death, from want fecur'd, (When I fhall be completely cur'd), 8 There, through eternal boundless days, I C. MARTHA and MARY. Chap. x. MAR 38.-42. ARTHA her love and joy express'd 2 The principle, in both the fame. 3 But Mary chofe the better part, A Her Saviour's words refresh'd her heart; With warmth fhe to her fifter spoke, "One thing is needful, and but one, Why do thy thoughts on many run?" 5 How oft are we like Martha vex'd, Encumber'd, hurried, and perplex'd? While trifles fo engrofs our thought, The one thing needtul is torgot. 6 Lord, teach us this one thing to choose, Which they who gain can never lofe; Sufficient in ittelf alone, And needful, were the world our own. 7 Let grov'ling hearts the world admire, Thy love is all that I require! Gladly I may the reft refign, If the one needful thing be mine! CI. The Heart taken. Chap. xi. 21. 22. THE caftle of the human heart, Is guarded well in every part, 2 For Satan there in arms refides, And calls the place his own; With care against affaults provides, And rules as on a throne. E-3 3 Each 3 Each traitor thought, on him as chief, And pride, felf-will, and unbelief, 4 Thus Satan for a season reigns, 5 But Jefus, ftronger far than he, "This heart I bought with blood, he fays, 7 In spite of unbelief and pride, 8 The rebel foul that once withstood I CII. The Worldling. Chap. xii. 16.-21. MY barns are full, my stores increase, And now, for many years, Soul, eat and drink, and take thine ease, Secure from wants and fears." 2 Thus while a worldling boafted once, As many now prefume, He heard the Lord himfelf pronounce His fudden, awful doom.] 3 "This night, vain fool, thy foul must pass Into a world unknown; And who fhall then the ftores poffefs Which thou has call'd thine own?" 4 Thus blinded mortals fondly scheme For happiness below; Till death disturbs the pleafing dream, 5 Ah! who can speak the vaft difmay When torn by Death's ftrong hand away, 6 Wretches, who cleave to earthly things,. 7 Dear Saviour, make us timely wife, That we may live above the skies, CIII. The Barren Fig-tree. Chap. xiii. 6.—9, I 'HE church a garden is ΤΗ In which believers ftand, Like ornamental trees Planted by God's own hand: His Spirit waters all their roots, And ev'ry branch abounds with fruits. 2 But other trees there are, In this inclofure grow, Which, tho' they promife fair, Have only leaves to thow: No fruits of grace are on them found, They ftand but cumb'rers of the ground. 3 The under gard'ner grieves, He hears the Lord his will make known, 4 How difficult his poft, What pangs his bowels move, My digging I'll renew: Who knows but yet they fruit may yield! 6 If under means of grace No gracious fruits appear, Tho' God may long forbear, At length he'll strike the threat'ned blow *, CIV. The Prodigal Son. Chap. xv. 11.-24. IAFflictions, tho' they feem fevere, In mercy oft are fent ; 2 Altho' he no relentings felt,. Till he had spent his ftore; His ftubborn heart began to melt. Book II. Hymn 26. |