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Joshua xvii 12. JEHOvan's tribes, redeem d hy might,
In cov'nant with him stand, But still the cursed Canaanite
Will dwell within their land.
In God's own house they dare intrude,
And with his saints resort;
And under tribute brought.
Would christians daily share;
Jer. xxxi. 3.
Before the world began ;
Or interrupt his plan.
Upon the sinner's heart,
This work the sinner's heart concerns,
It gives him life divine;
'Twill in perfection shine.
The plan was drawn by cov'nant love,
The structure cannot fall;
And he will save them all.
John viii. 36.
ETERNAL praise to Jesus' name,
Who makes a sinner free; Let saints his sov'reign grace proclaim,
To all eternity.
As free from wrath and hell, we'll sing,
No condemnation now;
We'll to his sceptre bow.
As free to walk, and work, and fight;
And take what grace bestows; We'll use our freedom with delight,
and every sin oppose.
“ Shew mo thy glory."--Exodus xxxiii. 18
“ Shew me thy glory," dearest Lord,
Which shines in Jesus' face; A view of cov’nant love afford,
To subjects of thy grace.
“ Shew me thy glory,“ in the plan
Which makes salvation free; “ Shew me thy glory," in the man
Who liv'd and died for me.
Within that rock where thou art seen,
Thy glory, Lord, unfold, Until without a cloud between,
Thy glory I behold.
John xxi. 15.
Do not I love thee, dearest Lord?
Behold my heart, and see; And turn each cursed idol out,
That dares to rival thee.
Do not I love thee from my soul ?
Who first my soul didst love: Dead be my heart to ev'ry joy
Which thou dost not approve.
Is not thy name melodious still
To mine attentive ear ? Does not each pulse wi.h pleasure bound
My Saviour's voice to hear ?
Thou know'st I love thee, dearest Lord,
But oh! I long to soar
And learn to love thee more.
I Cor. xii, 12.
Confirm my soul in thee,
'The man of sin in me.
Arm me, O Lord, from head to foot,
With righteousness divile; My soul in Jesus tiimly root,
And seal the Saviour mine.
In life and death be thou my God,
And I am more than safe: Chastis d by thy paternal rod,
Support me with thy staff.
As gold refind may
come out, In sorrow's furnace try'd; Preserv'd from faithlessness and doubt,
And fully purify'd.
CCXLI. “O that my ways were made so direct."'--Ps. cxix 5. O that my ways were made so strait.
And that the lamp of faith Would, as a star, direct my feet
Within the narrow path!
O that thy strength might enter now,
And in my heart abide,
That never starts aside!
O that I all to Christ were giv'n,
(From sin and earth set free) Who kindly laid aside his heav'n, And gave himself for me!