Again I fought, and yet again;
I waited long, but not in vain.
4 Oh! 'twas a cheering word indeed!
Exactly fuited to my need;

"Sufficient for thee is my grace, Thy weakness my great pow'r difplays." 5 Now I defpond and mourn no more, I welcome all I fear'd before;

Tho' weak, I'm strong; tho' troubled, bleft; For Chrift's own pow'r fhall on me reft. 6 My grace would foon exhaufted be, But his is boundless as the fea; Then let me boaft, with holy Paul, That I am nothing, Chrift is all.

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CXXX. The Inward Warfare. Chap. v. 17.

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TRANGE and myfterious is my life,
What oppofites I feel within!

A ftable peace, a conftant ftrife;
The rule of grace, the pow'r of fin:
Too often I am captive led,

Yet daily triumph in my Head.

2 I prize the privilège of pray'r,
But oh! what backwardness to pray?
Tho' on the Lord I caft my care,...
I feel its burden.every day;

I feek his will in all I do,

Yet find my own is working too,

3 I call the promifes my own,

And prize them more than mines of gold; Yet tho' their tweetneis i have known, : They leave me unimprefs'd and cold:

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One hour upon the truth I feed, The next I know not what I read. 4 I love the holy day of reft,

When Jefus meets his gather'd faints;
Sweet day, of all the week the best!
For its return my spirit pants:
Yet often, thro' my unbelief,
It proves a day of guilt and grief.
5 While on my Saviour I rely,

I know my foes fhall lofe their aim;
And therefore dare their pow'r defy, --
Affur'd of conqueft thro' his name:
But foon my confidence is flain,
And all my fears return again.
6 Thus diff'rent pow'rs within me strive,
And grace and fin by turns prevail;
I grieve, rejoice, decline, revive,
And vict'ry hangs in doubtful fcale:
But Jefus has his promise paft,
That grace fhall overcome at last,

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PHILIPPIANS.

CXXXI. C.

Contentment*. Chap. iv. 11.

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IERCE paffions difcompofe the mind,
As tempefts vex the fea;

But calm content and peace we find,
When, Lord, we turn to thee.

2 In vain by reafon and by rule,
We try to bend the will;

For none but in the Saviour's fchool
Can learn the heav'nly skill,

Book III. Hymn 55.

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3 Since at his feet my foul has fat,
His gracious words to hear;
Contented with my prefent ftate,
I caft on him my care.

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"Art thou a finner, foul? (he faid),
Then how canft thou complain?,
How light thy troubles here, if weigh'd,
With everlasting pain ! - '

If thou of murmuring would't be cur'd,
Compare thy griefs with mine;
Think what my love for thee endur'd,
And thou wilt not repine.

6 'Tis I appoint thy daily lot,
And I do all things well:

Thou foon fhalt leave this wretched spot, And rife with me to dwell.

7 In life my grace fhall ftrength fupply,
Proportion'd to thy day;

At death thou ftill fhalt find me nigh,
To wipe thy tears away."

8 Thus I who once my wretched days,
In vain repinings spent ;

Taught in my Saviour's fchool of grace,
Have learn'd to be content.

HEBR E W S.

CXXXII. C. Old-Teftament Gofpel. Chap. iv. 2 ISRAEL, in ancient days,

Not only had a view

Of Sinai in a blaze,

But learn'd the gospel too:

The types and figures were a glafs,

In which they saw the Saviour's face.

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2 The pafchal facrifice,

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And blood-befprinkled door *,
Seen with enlight'ned eyes,

And once apply'd with pow'r,

Would teach the need of other blood,
To reconcile an angry God.

The Lamb, the Dove, fet forth
His perfect innocence +,

Whofe blood of matchlefs worth,
Should be the foul's defence;

For he who can for fin atone,
Must have no failings of his own.

The fcape-goat on his head
The people's trespass bore,
And to the defert led,
Was to be feen no more:
In him our Surety feem'd to fay,
"Behold I bear your fins away."
Dipt in his fellow's blood,
The living bird went free }};
The type, well understood,
Exprefs'd the finner's plea ;
Defcrib'd a guilty foul enlarg'd,
And by a Saviour's death discharg’d.

Jefus, I love to trace

Throughout the facred page,1
The footsteps of thy grace,
The fame in ev'ry age!

O grant that I may faithful be

To clearer light vouchfaf'd to me!

* Exodus, xii. 13.
Lev. xvi. 21.

+ Lev. xii. 6.

Lev. xiv. 51.-53.

CXXXIII.

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CXXXIII. The Word quick and powerful.
Chap. iv. 12. 13.

HE word of Chrift, our Lord,

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With whom we have to do,

Is fharper than a two-edg'd fword,
To pierce the finner thro'!

Swift as the lightnings blaze
When awful thunders roll,

It fills the confcience with amaze,.

And penetrates the foul.

No heart can be conceal'd

From his all-piercing eyes;

Each thought and purpose stands reveal'd, Naked, without disguise.

He fees his people's fears,

He notes their mournful cry;

He counts their fighs and falling tears,
And helps them from on high.

Tho' feeble is their good,

It has its kind regard;

Yea, all they would do, if they could *,

Shall find a fure reward.

Are mark'd and known by thee,

Afford us, Lord thy light of grace,

That we ourselves may fee.

CXXXIV. Looking unto JESUS. Chap. xii. 2. I BY various maxims, forms, and rules, That pafs for wifdom in the fchools,

I ftrove my paffion to reftrain ;

But all my efforts prov'd in vain.

1 Kings, viii. 18.

+ Matth. v. 28.