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Lamenting spiritual sloth.
MY drowsy powers, why sleep ye so?
my soul: Nothing hath half thy work to do, Yet nothing's half so dull.
2 Go to the ants! for one poor grain
3 We, for whose sake all nature stands, And stars their courses move;
We, for whose guard the angel bands
4 We, for whom God the Son came down, And labour'd for our good;
How careless to secure that crown
5 Lord, shall we live so sluggish still,
Come, holy Dove, from the' heavenly hill, And warm our frozen hearts!
6 Give us with active warmth to move,
With hands of faith, and wings of love,
THOU, who all things canst control, Chase this dread slumber from my soul; With joy and fear, with love and awe, Give me to keep thy perfect law.
2 O may one beam of thy blest light
3 For zeal I sigh, for zeal I pant;
4 With outstretch'd hands, and streaming eyes,
5 The deadly slumber then I feel
5th P. M. 4 lines 7s. Instability.
ESUS, shall I never be
HEN, O my Saviour, shall it be, That I no more shall break with thee? When will this war of passion cease, And I enjoy a lasting peace? 2 Now I repent; now sin again: Now I revive; and now am slain : Slain with the same malignant dart, Which, O! too often wounds thy heart. 3 When, gracious Lord, when shall it be, That I shall find my all in thee,— The fulness of thy promise prove, And feast on thine eternal love?
The vanity of mere formality.
Fasted, and pray'd, and read thy word,
3 I rested in the outward law,
4 To please thee, thus at length I see,
6 But I of means have made my boast Of means an idol made:
The spirit in the letter lost,
The substance, in the shade.
7 Where am I now, or what my hope?
No peace but in the favour of God.
To make our Saviour's glory known? That freed us from the fear of men,
And kept our eye on him alone?
The blessedness that then we proved? 4 Behold, again we turn to thee;
O, cast us not away, though vile: No peace we have, no joy we see,
O Lord our God, but in thy smile. 859
The spirit of the ancient worthies.
Which shone so bright in saints of old; Which bade their souls to heaven aspire,Calm in distress, in danger bold.
2 Where is that Spirit, Lord, which dwelt
In Abrah'm's breast, and seal'd him thine?. Which made Paul's heart with sorrow melt,
And glow with energy divine?—
3 That Spirit, which from age to age Proclaim'd thy love, and taught thy ways? Brighten'd Isaiah's vivid page,
And breathed in David's hallow'd lays? 4 Is not thy grace as mighty now As when Elijah felt its power; When glory beam'd from Moses' brow, Or Job endured the trying hour? 5 Remember, Lord, the ancient days;
Renew thy work; thy grace restore; And while to thee our hearts we raise, On us thy Holy Spirit pour.
1st P. M. 6 lines 8s. Broken vows lamented.
GOD! how often hath thine ear To me in willing mercy bow'd; While, worshipping thine altar near,
Lowly I wept, and strongly vow'd:
Behold thy servant in distress;
Again forgive my faithlessness; And to thine arms of mercy take, And bless me for the Saviour's sake.
The warning voice of Jesus.
Gr This slumber from my soul!
Say to me now,-Awake, awake!
And Christ shall make thee whole.