Yet, as forgetting all they knew,
Ere forty days were past,
With blazing Sinai still in view,
A molten calf they cast.

Yea, Aaron, God's anointed priest,
Who on the mount had been,
He durst prepare the idol-beast,
And lead them on to sin.

Lord, what is man, and what are we,
To recompense thee thus?
In their offence our own we see,
Their story points at us.

From Sinai we have heard thee speak, And from Mount Calv'ry too;

And yet to idols oft we seek,

While thou art in our view.

Some golden calf, or golden dream, Some fancied creature-good, Presumes to share the heart with him Who bought the whole with blood.

Lord, save us from our golden calves, Our sin with grief we own:

We would no more be thine by halves, But live to thee alone.

LXXXIX.

Rom. viii. 30.

ELECTION 'tis a word divine,
For Lord! I plainly see,
Had not thy choice prevented mine,
I ne'er had chosen thee.

For perseverance, strength I've none
But wou'd on this depend:
That Jesus having loved his own,
He loved them to the end.

Empty and bare I come to thee,
For righteousness divine:
O! may thy matchless merit be,
By imputation mine.

Still more and more may I

On covenant grace rely;

And own 'tis grace because best wed,

On one so vile as 1.

XC.

John xvi. 13.

WHATEVER prompts the soul to pride,
Or gives us room to boast,
Except in Jesus crucified,

Is not the Holy Ghost.

That blessed spirit doth not speak
Of what his power hath done;
But bids the enlightened sinner seek,
Perfection in the Son.

He never moves a man to say,
"Thank God I am so good;"
But turns his eyes another way,-
To Jesus and his blood.

Great are the honours he bestows,
But all in Jesu's name,
He gladly dictates, gladly hears,
Whate'er exalts the Lamb.

XCI.

I Peter ii. 7.

SWEET the moments rich in blessing, Which before the cross I spend ! Life, and health, and peace, possessing From the sinner's dying friend. C

Let me sit for ever viewing

Mercy's streams in streams of blood; Precious drops, my soul bedewing, Plead and prove my peace with God

upon

Here it is I find my heaven,
While the Lamb I gaze;
Here I see my sins forgiven,
Lost in wonder, love, and praise.

May I still enjoy this feeling,

In all need to Jesus go,

Prove his wounds each day more healing, And himself more deeply know!

XCII.

Ps. xxiii, 5.

BEHOLD Our table, 'tis the Lord's,
Prepared for Jacob's seed,

The choicest food that heaven affords,
Is that on which we feed.

The Saviour's death is here displayed, ⠀⠀

Till he returns to us,

On Jesus all our sins were laid,

He bore them on his cross.

And now in heaven his people's names,
Upon his breast appear,

For them eternal life he claims,
Whose work he finished here.

While we enjoy a feast like this,
On husks let others feed,
Our cup, "the cup of blessing" is
Our bread, "the living bread."

XCIII.

2 Pet. iii. 18.-Rev. i. 6.

Gony, glory everlasting,

Be to him who bore the cross; Who redeemed our souls by tasting Death, the death deserved by us. Spread his glory,

Who redeemed his people thus.

His is love, tis love unbounded,
Without measure, without end;
Human thought is here confounded,
'Tis too vast to comprehend.
Praise the Saviour,

Magnify the sinner's friend.