3 As by the light of op'ning day
The ftars are all conceal'd;
So earthly pleasures fade away,
When Jefus is reveal'd..
4 Creatures no more divide my choice,
I bid them all depart;
His name, and love, and gracious voice,
Have fix'd my roving heart.
5 Now, Lord, I would be thine alone,
And wholly live to thee;
But may I hope that thou wilt own
A worthlefs worm like me?
6 Yes! tho' of finners I'm the worst,
I cannot doubt thy will;
For if thou hadst not lov'd me first,
I had refus'd thee ftill *.
HAPPY the birth where grace prefides
To form the future life!
In wifdom's paths the foul fhe guides,
Remote from noife and ftrife.
2 Since I have known the Saviour's name,
And what for me he bore;
No more I toil for empty fame,
I thirst for gold no more.
3 Plac'd by his hand in this retreat,
I make his love my theme;
And fee that all the world calls great,
Is but a waking dream.
4 Since he has rank'd my worthlefs.nam Amongst his favour'd few;
Let the mad world who fcoff at them,
Revile and hate me too.
5 0 thou whofe voice the dead can raise,
And foften hearts of stone,
And teach the dumb to fing thy praife,
This work is all thine own.
6 'Thy wond'ring faints rejoice to see
A wretch like me reftor'd;
And point, and fay, "How chang'd is he,
Who once defy'd the Lord!"
Grace bid me live, and taught my tongue
To aim at notes divine;
And grace accepts my feeble fong,
The glory, Lord, be thine!
LXI. C. My Soul thirfteth for God.
] Thirst, but not as once I did,
The vain delights of earth to share;
Thy wounds, Emmanuel, all forbid,
That I fhould feek my pleasures there.
2 It was the fight of thy dear crofs,,
First wean'd my foul from earthly things;
And taught me to esteem as drofs
The mirth of fools and pomp of kings.
3 I want that grace that fprings from thee,
That quickens all things where it flows,
And makes a wretched thorn, like me,
Bloom as the myrtle, or the rose.
4 Dear fountain of delight unknown!
No longer fink below the brim;
But overflow, and pour me down
A living, and life-giving ftream!
For fure, of all the plants that share
The notice of thy Father's eye,
None proves leis grateful to his care,
Or yields him meaner fruit than I.
LXII. C. Love conftraining to Obedience
NO ftrength of nature can fuffice
To ferve the Lord aright;
And what the has, fhe mifapplies,
For want of clearer light.
2 How long beneath the law I lay
In bondage and distress!
I toil'd the precept to obey,
But toil'd without fuccefs.
Then to abftain from outward fin
Was more than I could do;
Now, if I feel its pow'r within,
I feel I hate it too.
4. Then all my fervile works were done.
A righteoufnefs to raise;
Now, freely chosen in the Son,
I freely choose his ways.
What fhall I do, was then the word,
That I may worthier grow?
What thall I render to the Lord?
Is my enquiry now.
6 To fee the law by Chrift fulfill'd,
And hear his pard'ning voice,›
Changes a flave into a child *,
And duty into choice.
LXIII. C. The Heart healed and changed by
IN enflav'd me many years,
And led me bound and blind;
Till at length a thousand fears
Came fwarming o'er my mind.
Where, I faid in deep diftrefs,
Will these finful pleafures end?
How fhall I fecure my peace,
And make the Lord my friend ?
Friends and minifters faid much
The gofpel to enforce;
But my blindnefs ftill was fuch,
I chofe a legal courfe:
Much I fafted, watch'd, and ftrove,
Scarce would fhew my face abroad,
Fear'd, almoft, to fpeak or move,
A ftranger ftill to God.
Thus afraid to truft his grace,
Long time did I rebel;
Till, defpairing of my cafe,
Down at his feet I fell :
Then my ftubborn heart he broke,
And fubdu'd me to his fway;
By a fimple word he spoke,
"Thy fins are done away."
LXIV. C. Hatred of Sin.
Holy Lord God! I love thy truth,
Nor dare thy leaft commandment flight;
Yet pierc'd by fin, the ferpent's tooth,
I mourn the anguish of the bite.
2 But tho' the poifon lurks within,
Hope bids me ftill with patience wait;
Till death fhall fet me free from fin,
Free from the only thing I hate.
Had I a throne above the rest,
Where angels and archangels dwell;
One fin, unflain, within my breaft,
Would make that heav'n as dark as hell.
4 The pris'ner, fent to breathe fresh air,. And blefs'd with liberty again,
Would mourn, were he condemn'd to wear
One link of all his former chain.
But oh no foe invades the bliss,
When glory crowns the Chriftian's head;
One view of Jefus as he is,
Will ftrike all fin for ever dead.
LXV. The Child *.
Uiet, Lord, my froward heart,
Make me teachable and mild, ́
Upright, fimple, free from art,
Make me as a weaned child:
From diftruft and envy free,
Pleas'd with all that pleafes thee.
2 What thou shalt to-day provide,
Let me as a child receive;
What to-morrow may betide,
Calmly to thy wifdom leave:
'Tis enough that thou wilt care,
Why fhould I the burden-bear?
3 As a little child relies
On a care beyond his own;
Knows he's neither ftrong nor wife
Fears to ftir a step alone:
Let me thus with thee abide,,
As my Father, Guard, and Guide
4 Thus preferv'd from Satan's wiles,
Safe from dangers, free from fears,
May I live upon thy fmiles,
Till the promis'd hour appears,
When the fons of God fhall prove
All their Father's boundless love.
·Pfalo, cxxxi. 2.; Matth. xviii. 3. 4.
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