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Jer. xviii. 3, 4.
Alas! this vessel, made so grand,
But, O, what love does God display! The vessel is not cast away ; "Tis in his hand, and by him made “ Another vessel," without ajd.
He purifies the marred clay,
Fill’d with the incense of his love,
Prov. xxv. 4.
The silver ore in nature's mine,
Is mingled with the dross; It must be melted to refine,
But it sustains no loss.
Thus sin is mingled in my heart,
And makes the whole impiire: Dear Lord, perform the finier's part,
And help me to endure.
Melt me, and try me as thou wilt,
Only my dross remove;
And fill me with thy love.
With heavenly lustre make me shine,
Like those around thy throne; Make it appear that I am thine, Renew d by grace
alone. Employ me, while on earth I live,
To testity thy grace:
To me a vessel's place.
The love of Christ to me;
To set my spirit free.
To scan its breadth and length;
And triumph in its strength. It is thine office to reveal
The Saviour's wondrous love;
And bless me from above.
And be my constant guide;
1 John, iv. 16. What air is that which saints inhale,
And angels feel above ? Jehovah breathes the sacred gale;
"Tis his own essence love.
What holy bond will best unite
The Church of God in one, And till believers with delight ?
'Tis love and that alone.
What gentle power constrains our soul
In wisdom's ways to move, And all our enmity controuls ?
Jehovah says 'tis love.
What fire is that which warms the heart,
And can't destruciive prove; But life and comfort does impart ?
"Tis the sweet flame of love.
O! that this God-like grace may fill
My soul, while here below, And guide me safe to Zion's hill,
Its noblest charms to know.
Two armies meet, and each can boast, The conquest of a num rous host.
Troops of corruptions strong,
Their cruel sceptre silay;
The conflict thus begun,
Till sin and sorrow cease ;
The struggle, though severe,
Begin the conqu ror's song;