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THE CHRISTIAN, IX HIS CONVERSION, CONFLICT, GRACES,

AND TRIUMPH. 229, The Christian Change. Lsr worldly minds the world parsue,

It has no charms for ne;
Quce I admir'd its trifles too,

But grace has set me free
Its pleasures tew no longer please,

Jo mere ceatent atiord;
Far tioin my heart be jors like these

Now I have seen the Lord.
As by the light of op wing day

The wars are all couceat,
Searthly pieasurs fade away,

Whet Jesus is rveld.
Chevures se were divide any choice,

I al seu sil depart;
His welci su ve and gracieus voice,

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WIR JAV sy vali:

For if thou hadst not lov'd me first,

I had refus'd thee still.

Where Jesus answers his feet,

230. The Christian seeking Gr“ APPROACH, my soul, the mere

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r; There humbly fall befo-his feet, For none can perist

there.
Thy promise, Lord, is all my plea,

Wth this 'I venture nigh;
Thou callest burden'd souls to thee,

And such indeed am I.
Bow'd down beneath a load of sin,

By Satan sorely prest,
By war without, and fears within,

I come to thee for rest.
Be thou my shield and hiding-place;

That, shelter'd near thy side,
I may my fierce accuser face,

And tell him Thou hast dy'd." O wond'rous love! to bleed and die,

To bear the cross and shame, That guilty sinners, such as I,

Might plead thy gracious name. • Poor tempest-tossed soul, be still,

• My promis'd grace receive;' 'Tis Jesus speaks must, I will, I can, I do, believe.

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231.

The Christian Charge.
A CHARGE to keep I have,
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God to glorify;
Ang-dying soul to save,

it for the sky.
To serve the

My calling to sfil;
O may it all my powrs engage,

To do my Master's wal!
Arm me with jealous care,

As in thy sight to live;
And 0! thy servant, Lord, prepare,

A good account to give !
Help me to watch and pray,

And on thyself rely;
And let me ne'er my trust betray,

Lest I for ever die.

232. Assurance.

A DEBTOR to mercy alone,

Of covenant mercy I sing;
Nor fear, with thy righteousness on,

My person and off'rings to bring:
The terrors of law and of God,

With me can have nothing to do; My Saviour's obedience and blood

Hide all my transgressions from view. The work which his goodness began,

The arm of his strength will complete;

His promise is Yea and Amen,

And never was forfeited yet: Things future, nor things that are now,

Not all things below nor above,
Can make him his purpose forego,

Or sever my soul from his love.
My name from the palms of his hands,

Eternity will not erase;
Imprest on his heart it remains,

in marks of indelible grace: Yes, I to the end shall endure,

As sure as the earnest is giv'n; More happy, but not more secure,

The glorify'd spirits io heav'n.

233. Confidence in God. . Away, my unbelieving fear,

Fear shall in mne no more take place! My Saviour doth not yet appear,

He hides the brightness of his face: But shall I therefore let him go,

And basely to the tempter yield? Nomin the strength of Jesus, no

I never will give up my shield.
Altho' the vine its fruit deny,

Altho' the olive yield no oil,
The withering fig-tree droop and die,

The field elude the tiller's toil,
The empty stall no herd afford,

And perish'all the bleating race,

Yet will I triumph in the Lord,

The God of my salvation praise. Barren altho' my soul remain,

And no one bud of grace appear, No fruit of all my toil and pain,

But sin, and only sin is here: Altho' my gifts and comforts lost,

My blooming hopes cut off I see, Yet will I in my Saviour trust,

And glory that he dy'd for me. In hope, believing against hope,

Jesus, my Lord and God, I claim,
Jesus, my strength, shall lift me up,

Salvation is in Jesu's name:
To me he soon shall bring it nigh,

My soul shall then outstrip the wind,
On wings of love mount up on bigh,

And leave the world and sin bebind.

234. Ebenezer. Amazing grace! (how sweet the sound!)

That savd a wretch like me!
I once was lost, but now am found;

Was blind, but now I see. 'Twas grace that taught my heart to fear,

And grace my fears reliev'd;
How precious did that grace appear,

The hour I first believ'd.
Thro' many dangers, toils, and snares,

I have already come;

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