DESCRIBING
4 To please thee thus, at length I see, Vainly I hoped and strove;
For what are outward things to thee, Unless they spring from love?
5 I see the perfect law requires
Truth in the inward parts,
Our full consent, our whole desires, Our undivided hearts.
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
What can my weakness do? Jesus, to thee my soul looks up, " Tis thou must make it new.
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1 TILL for thy loving- kindness, Lord,
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DI in thy temple wait;
I look to find thee in thy word, Or at thy table meet.
2 Here, in thine own appointed ways,
I wait to learn thy will; Silent I stand before thy face,
And hear thee say," Be still!"
3" Be still and know that I am God!"" Tis all I live to know;
To feel the virtue of thy blood, And spread its praise below.
5 I work, and own the labour vain, And thus from works I cease;
4 I wait my vigour to renew,
Thine image to retrieve,
The veil of outward things pass through, And gasp in thee to live.
I strive, and see my fruitless pain, Till God create my peace.
6 Fruitless, till thou thyself impart, Must all my efforts prove; They cannot change a sinful heart; They cannot purchase love.
7 I do the thing thy laws enjoin, And then the strife give o'er; To thee I then the whole resign, I trust in means no more.
FORMAL RELIGION.
8 I trust in him who stands between The Father's wrath and me; Jesu, thou great eternal Mean, I look for all from thee.
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1M I
gracious, loving Lord,
Well may I tremble at thy word, And scarce presume to pray! Ten thousand wants have I; Alas! I all things want; And thou hast bid me always cry, And never, never faint.
2 Yet, Lord, well might I fear, Fear even to ask thy grace;
So oft have I, alas! drawn near, And mocked thee to thy face:
With all pollutions stained, Thy hallowed courts I trod, Thy name and temple I profaned,... And dared to call thee God!
S. M.
3 Nigh with my lips I drew,
My lips were all unclean;
Thee with my heart I never knew, My heart was full of sin; Far from the living Lord, As far as hell from heaven,
Thy purity I still abhorred,
Nor looked to be forgiven.
C. M. My selfish ends and creature- loves
Had stole my heart away.
4 My nature I obeyed,
My own desires pursued;
And still a den of thieves I made The hallowed house of God.
The worship he approves
To him I would not pay;
5 A goodly, formal saint
I long appeared in sight,
By self and Satan taught to paint
My tomb, my nature, white.
The Pharisee within
Still undisturbed remained,
The strong man, armed with guilt of sin,
Safe in his palace reigned.
6 But O! the jealous God
In my behalf came down;
Jesus himself the stronger showed,
And claimed me for his own:
My spirit he alarmed,
And brought into distress;
He shook and bound the strong man armed
In his self- righteousness.
7 Faded my virtuous show,
My form without the power;
The sin- convincing Spirit blew,
And blasted every flower:
My mouth was stopped, and shame Covered my guilty face:
I fell on the atoning Lamb, And I was saved by grace.
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C. M.
Jeremiah vii. 4.
1 THE men who slight thy faithful word,
In
their own
These are the temple of the Lord, And heathens all beside!
2 The temple of the Lord are these,
The only church and true,
Who live in pomp, and wealth, and ease, And Jesus never knew.
3 The temple of the Lord- they pull
Thy living temples down,
And cast out every gracious soul
That trembles at thy frown:
4 O wouldst thou, Lord, reveal their sins, And turn their joy to grief,
The world, the Christian world, convince Of damning unbelief!
5 The formalists confound, convert, And to thy people join:
And break, and fill the broken heart With confidence divine!
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