4 Grace often gives celestial joys, 437. 1 SIN, like a venomous disease, The only balm is sov'reign grace, C. M. 2. Our beauty and our strength are fled, But Christ the Lord recalls the dead 3 Madness, by nature, reigns within, Till God's own Son, with skill divine, 4 We lick the dust, we grasp the wind, Till Jesus makes us wise. 5 We give our souls the wounds they feel, 6 The man possess'd among the tombs He foams, and raves, till Jesus comes, "These are they which came out of great tribulation; and have washed their robes, and made them white in the blood of the Lamb." Rev. vii. 14. 1 BRETHREN, those who come to bliss, And endure with patience. 2 See the suff'ring church of Christ, All contain❜d in that red list 3 Saints who feel the load of sin, Suffer martyrdom within, Tho' it seems less glorious. 4 Th' Holy Ghost will make the soul For the sick, and not the whole, 5 Of that mighty multitude, Who of life were winners, This we safely may conclude,All were wretched sinners. 6 All were loathsome in God's sight, (Save as view'd in Jesus) : Wash'd their robes, and made them white; Now they sing his praises. 7 Ev'ry kindred, tongue, and tribe, Stand, and to the Lamb ascribe 8 Let us likewise laud the Lamb; Count our case with theirs the same, 439. INNUMERABLE foes S. M. From sinner and from saint 4 But, tho' the host of hell 5 Be neither weak nor small, One mighty foe deals dang'rous woe, 'Tis pride, accursed pride! Do what we will, it haunts us still, 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 It blows its pois'nous breath, The heart uplifts with God's own gifts, Awake-nay, while we sleep, It puffs us glad, torments us sad ; In other ills we find The hand of Heav'n not slack Against it preach, it prompts the speech: This moment, while I write, I feel its pow'r within; My heart it draws to seek applause, Thou meek and lowly Lamb, That wounded thee, tho' thou wast free, Our condescending God, 14. Remove our pride, whate'er betide; Mount Calvary's the place RESIGNATION. 440. C. M. 1 SINCE all the winding tracks of time 2 Assure us of thy wondrous love, And then, to thine unerring will 3 Good when he gives-supremely good, Nor less when he denies; E'en crosses from his sov'reign hand 4 Thy saints, while ages roll away, Their glories, o'er the griefs of time, |