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Word made flesh! his word life-giving,
Gives his flesh our meat to be,
Through his death, we life shall see:
Are from death and sin set free.
Now our hearts our God revere;
Though unseen the Lord is near;
Christ our paschal Lamb is here.
Thine, O gracious Father, be:
Life and immortality.
Praise through all eternity.
10 be the gracious Saviour's choice, To see his life, to hear his voice,
To kiss him and betray !-
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In Adam's offspring dwells.
Breaks forth the deadly taint;
How sure its punishment !
May all the traitor's awful fate
With pitying thoughts deplore; And scan their own uncertain state,
And tremble and adore ! 63
And press with vigour on;
And an immortal crown.
Holds thee in full survey; Forget the steps already trod,
And onward urge thy way. 'Tis God's all-animating voice,
That calls thee from on high :
To thine aspiring eye;
Which shall new lustre boast,
Shall blend in common dust.
Have I my race begun;
I'll lay my honours down. 64 REAST the wave, Christian, when it is
strongest; Watch for day, Christian, when the night's
longest; Onward and onward still be thine endeavour, The rest that remaineth will be for ever.
Fight the fight, Christian, Jesus is o'er thee;
sever, Mount when thy work is done,-praise him
Upon eternal life;
Stand through the hottest strife;
Though fiends with men unite,
However press'd, to flight;
Darts thick as hail, and hide
When Christ on Calvary died; No
powers of darkness in the field Can tread thee down, unless thou yield.
Trust in thy Saviour's might;
Yea, till thy latest breath,
By dying conquer death;
Yet, Lord, I look to thee,
Valour and victory;
What opposites I feel within !
of sin :
Yet daily triumph in my Head.
But oh! what backwardness to pray !
I seek his will in all I do,
Yet find my own is working too. I call the promises my own,
And prize them more than mines of gold; Yet though their sweetness I have known, They leave me unimpress’d and cold :
One hour upon the truth I feed,
I love the day of holy rest,
When Jesus meets his gather'd saints ; Sweet day, of all the week the best; For its return my spirit pants;
Yet often, through my unbelief,
It proves a day of guilt and grief. While on my Saviour I rely,
I know my foes shall lose their aim; And therefore dare their power defy, Assured of conquest through his name;
But soon my confidence is slain,
And all my fears return again. Thus different powers within me strive,
And grace and sin by turns prevail;
But Jesus has his promise pass’d,
THOUGH nature's strength decay,
And earth and hell withstand,
At his command.
My way pursue.
With peace and plenty blest;
And endless rest.