Though vine nor fig tree neither* His praise fhall tune my voice; 50. TRUE PLEASURES. ORD, my foul with pleasure springs Still delighted I perceive; Clothed in fanctity and grace, Those who love thee as they pass, What we owe to love divine; * Habakkuk iii. 17, 18. Those the comforts I poffefs, 51. THE CHRISTIAN. ONOUR and happiness unite To make the Chriftian's name a praise ; How fair the scene, how clear the light, That fills the remnant of his days! A kingly character he bears, No change his priestly office knows; Adorn'd with glory from on high, Inferior honours he difdains, grace. Nor stoops to take applause from earth; The King of kings himself maintains The expenses of his heavenly birth. • Prov. iii. 17. VOL. II. T + Matt. xi. 30. The nobleft creature feen below, Ordain'd to fill a throne above; God gives him all he can bestow, His kingdom of eternal love! My foul is ravish'd at the thought! Methinks from earth I see him rife! Angels congratulate his lot, And fhout him welcome to the skies! 52. LIVELY HOPE AND GRACIOUS FEAR. WAS a groveling creature once, And bafely cleaved to earth; But God has breathed upon a worm, And fent me from above Wings fuch as clothe an angel's form, With these to Pifgah's top I fly, The Lord of all the vaft domain Has promised it to me; The length and breadth of all the plain How glorious is my privilege! Though much exalted in the Lord, 53. FOR THE POOR. HEN Hagar found the bottle spent, A meffage from the Lord was fent Should not Elijah's cake and cruse† A gracious God will not refuse His faints and fervants fhall be fed, "Bread shall be given them," as he said, Repafts far richer they fhall prove, * Gen. xxi. 19. +1 Kings xvii. 14. Ifa. xxxiii. 16. To Jefus then your trouble bring, While you are poor and He is king, You shall not be forgot. 54. MY SOUL THIRSTETH FOR GOD. THIRST, but not as once I did The vain delights of earth to share; Thy wounds, Emmanuel, all forbid That I should seek my pleasures there. It was the fight of thy dear cross First wean'd my foul from earthly things; And taught me to esteem as drofs The mirth of fools and pomp of kings. I want that grace that fprings from thee, Dear fountain of delight unknown! For fure, of all the plants that share None |