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CCLXXVIII. L. M. NEW SELEC,

Calvary.

POOR trembling sinner, tell me why

Such floods of grief proceed from thee! "My sins distress me," you reply ;— Then look to Christ on Calvary.

2 Behold his sacred hands stretch'd wide,
Fast nail'd upon the fatal tree,
The cruel spear thrust in his side;
O look by faith to Calvary.

3 See! streams of blood flow from his veins ;-
How great must his distresses be!
Think on his agonizing pains,
When you remember Calvary.

4" "Tis finish'd," the Redeemer cry'd,
And paid th' amazing price for thee;
Then bow'd his sacred head and died,
O sinner look to Calvary!

5 Come fall with love at Jesus feet,

He suffer'd all these woes for thee
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Salvation-work he made complete,
And still remembers Calvary.
6 He reigns a Prince exalted high,
An ever glorious Priest to be;
And will not trembling souls deny,
That bliss that flows from Calvary.

CCLXXIX. S. M. NEWTON.

Are there few that shall be saved? Luke xiii. 23.

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DESTRUCTION'S dang'rous road

What multitudes pursue!

While that which leads the soul to God,
Is known or sought by few.
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2 Believers enter in

By Christ the narrow gate;
But those who yet are dead in sin,
Complain it is too strait.

3 If self must be deny'd,

And sin forsaken quite;
They rather choose the way that's wide,
And strive to think it right.

4 Encompass'd by a throng,
On numbers they depend;
"So many surely can't be wrong,
And miss a happy end."

5 But numbers are no mark

That men in Christ are found;
A few were sav'd in Noah's ark
For many millions drown'd.

6 Lord, open sinners' eyes,

Their awful state to see;

And make them, ere the storm arise,
To thee for safety flee.

CCLXXX. C. M. NEW SELEC.
Christ is ours.

1 SWEET are the gifts that gracious heav On true believers pours;

But, the best gift, is grace to know
That Jesus Christ is ours.

2 Differ, we may, in age and state,
Learning and mental powers;
But all the saints may join and shout,
"Dear Jesus, thou art ours."

3 Let those, who know our Jesus not,
Delight in earth's gay flowers;

We glorying in our better lot,
Rejoice that he is ours.

4 Time, which this world, with all its joys,
In eager haste devours,
May take inferior things away,
But Jesus still is ours.

5 Haste then, dull time, and terminate
Thy slow revolving hours;

We wish, we pray, we long, we pant,
In heaven, to call him ours.

CCLXXXI. C. M.

NEWTON.

Sampson's Lion. Judges xiv. 8.
THE lion that on Sampson roar'd,
And thirsted for his blood;
With honey afterwards was stor'd,
And furnish'd him with food.

2 Believers, as they pass along,
With many lions meet,

But gather sweetness from the strong,
And from the eater, meat.

3 The lions rage and roar in vain,
For Jesus is our shield;

Our losses prove a certain gain,
Our troubles comfort yield:

4 The world and Satan join their strength, To fill our heart with fears;

But crops of joy we reap at length,
From what we sow in tears.

5 Afflictions make us love the word,
Stir up our hearts to pray'r;
And many precious proofs afford,
Of our Redeemer's care.

6 The Hons roar, but cannot kill;
Then fear them not my friends!
They bring us, though against their will,
The honey Jesus sends.

CCLXXXII. L. M.

NEWTON.

Gen. xli. 56.

Plenty in the time of dearth.

MY

Y soul once had its plenteous years, And throve with peace and comfort fill'd, Like the fat kine and ripen'd ears,

Which Pharoah in his dream beheld.

2 With pleasing frames and grace receiv'd,
With means and ordinances fed,
How happy for a while I liv'd!

And little fear'd the want of bread.

But famine came and left no sign
Of all the plenty I had seen;
Like the dry ears and half-starv'd kine,
I then look'd wither'd, faint and lean.

4 To Joseph the Egyptians went;

To Jesus I made known my case;
He, when my little stock was spent,
Open'd his magazine of grace.
For he the time of dearth foresaw,
And made provision long before;
That famish'd souls like me might draw,
Supplies from his unbounded store.

6 Now on his bounty I depend,

And live from fear of dearth secure ;
Maintain'd by such a mighty friend,
I cannot want till he is poor.

7 O mourners, hear his gracious call!
His mercy's door stands open wide;

He has enough to feed you all,
And none who come shall be deny'd.

CCLXXXIII. C. M. NEWTON.

Satan returning. Mat. xii. 43, 45.

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HEN Jesus claims the sinner's heart,
Where Satan rul'd before,

The evil spirit must depart,

And dares return no more.

2 But when he goes without constraint,
And wanders from his home:
Although withdrawn, 'tis but a feint,
He means again to come.

3 Some outward change perhaps is seen
If Satan quit the place;

But tho' the house seems swept and clean,
'Tis destitute of grace.

4 Except the Saviour dwell and reign
Within the sinner's mind:
Satan, when he returns again,
Will easy entrance find.

-5 With rage and malice seven fold,
He then resumes his sway;

No more by checks to be controll'd,
No more to go away.

6 The sinner's former state was bad,
But worse the latter far;

He lives possessed, blind and mad,
And dies in dark despair.

7 Lord save me from this dreadful end!
And from this heart of mine,

O drive and keep away the fiend
Wiro fears no voice but thine.