4 Determin'd to fave,
He watch'd o'er my path,
When, Satan's blind flave,
I fported with death;
And can he have taught me
To truft in his name, {
And thus far have brought me,
To put me to fhame?
5 Why should I complain
Of want or distress,
Temptation or pain?
He told me no lefs:
The heirs of falvation,
I know from his word,
Thro' much tribulation
Muft follow their Lord **
XXXVIII. Questions to Unbelief.
My foul has fled by pray's,
Why should I give way to grief,.
Or heart-confuming care?
Are not all things in his hand?
Has he not his promife paft?
Will he then regardless ftand,
And let me fink at laft?
While I know his providence
Difpofes each event,
Shall I judge by feeble fenfe,
And yield to difcontent?
If he worms and fparrows feed,
Clothe the grafs in rich array *,
Can he fee a child in need,
And turn his eye away?
When his name was quite unknown,
And fin my life employ'd;
Then he watch'd me as his own,
Or I had been destroy'd:
Now his mercy-feat I know,
Now by grace am reconcil'd;"
Would he fpare me while a foet,
To leave me when a child?
If he all my wants fupply'd,
When I difdain'd to pray,
Now his Spirit is, my guide,
How can he fay me nay ?
If he would not give me up
When my foul against him fought,
Will he difappoint the hopea
Which he himself has wrought?
If he shed his precious blood
To bring me to his fold,
Can I think that meaner good
He ever will with-hold?s
Satan, vain is thy device!
Here my hope refts well áffur'd,
In that great redemption price,
I fee the whole fecur'd.
XXXIX. Great Effects by weak Means. Unbelief the foul difmays,
What objections will it raife!
But true faith fecurely leans
On the promise, in the means.
2 If to faith it once be known,
God has faid, "It fhall be done,
And in this appointed way;'
Faith has then no more to fay.
3 Mofes' rod by faith up rear'd t Thro' the fea a path prepar'd; Jericho's devoted wall
At the trumpet's found muft fall.
4 With a pitcher and a lamp, Gideon overthrew a camp;
And a ftone, well aim'd by faith
Prov'd the arm'd Philiftine's death.
Thus the Lord is pleas'd to try
Thofe who on his help rely;
By the means he makes it known,
That the pow'r is all his own.
6 Yet the means are not in vain,
If the end we would obtain ;
Tho' the breath of pray'r be weak,
None fhall find but they who feek.
Rom. viii. 32.
Joshua, vi. 20.
7 God alone the heart can reach, Yet the minifters must preach: 'Tis their part the feed to fow, And 'tis his to make it grow.
XL. Why art thou caft down.
E ftill, my heart! thefe anxious cares
To thee are burdens, thorns, and fnares,
They caft difhonour on thy Lord,
And contradict his gracious word.
2 Brought fafely by his hand thus far,
Why wilt thou now give place to fear?
How canft thou want if he provide,
Or lofe thy way with fuch a guide;
When firft before his mercy-feat,
Thou didst to him thy all commit;.
He gave thee warrant, from that hour,
To truft his wifdom, love, and pow'r.
4 Did ever trouble yet befail,
And he refufe to hear thy call ?
And has he not his promife paft,
That thou fhalt overcome at laft?
5 Like David, thou may'ft comfort draw,,
Sav'd from the bear's and lion's paw;
Goliath's rage I may defy,
For God, my Saviour, ftill is nigh.
He who has help'd me hitherto,
Will help me all my journey thro',
And give me daily caufe to raise
New Ebenezers to his praïfe.
7 Tho' rough and thorny be the road,
It leads thee home, apace, to God;
Then count thy present trials fmall,
For heav'n will make amends for all,
XLI. The Way of Accefs..
IONE glance of thine, eternal Lord,
Pierces all nature thro';
Nor heav'n, nor earth,, nor hell afford
A fhelter from thy view!
2 The mighty whole, each fmaller part,
At once before thee lies;
And ev'ry thought of ev'ry heart
Is open to thine eyes.
3 Tho' greatly from myfelf conceal'd,
Thou fee'ft my inward frame;
To thee I always ftand reveal'd,
Exactly as I am.
4 Since therefore I can hardly bear
What in myself I fee;
How vile and black muft I appear,
Moft holy God, to thee?
5 But fince my Saviour ftands between,
In garments dy'd in blood,
'Tis he, inftead of me, is feen,
When I approach to God.
6 Thus, tho' a finner, I am fafe;
He pleads before the throne,
His life and death in my behalf,
And calls my fins his own.
7 What wond'rous love, what myfteries,
In this appointment fhine!
My breaches of the law are his
And his obedience mine.
XLII. The Pilgrim's Song.
FROM Egypt, lately freed
By the Redeemer's grace,
A rough and thorny path we tread,
In hopes to fee his face.
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