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The Christian's Treasure. 1 How vast the treasure we possess !
How rich Thy bounty, King of Grace! This world is our's, and worlds to come:
Earth is our lodge, and heav'n our home. 2 All things are ours; the gifts of God;
The purchase of a SAVIOUR's blood;
To use, and to improve them too.
They help me, Lord, to speak Thy praise : If bread of sorrows be my food,
Those sorrows work my lasting good. 4 I would not change my bless'd estate
For all the world calls good or great:
I envy not the sinner's gold
Thou shalt divide my portion still:
Like some fair tree when summer's nigh, Beneath IMMANUEL's shining face,
Lifts up his blooming branch on high. 2 No fears he feels, he sees no foes,
No conflict yet his faith employs, Nor has he learnt to whom he owes The strength and peace his soul enjoys
3 But sin soon darts it's cruel sting,
And comforts sinking day by day: What seem'd his own, a self-fed spring,
Proves but a brook that glides away. 4 When Gideon arm'd his num'rous host,
The LORD soon made his numbers less; And said, lest Israel vainly boast,
“My arm procured me this success.” 6 Thus will He bring our spirits down,
And draw our ebbing comforts low,
We may not claim the praise we owe.
my happiness below
Sanctifying ev'ry loss :
But with humble faith to see Love inscrib'd upon them all,
This is happiness to me.
Of affliction, pain, and toil;
Which would else o'erspread the soil:
Trials give new life to pray'r ; Trials bring me to His feet,
Lay me low, and keep me there.
Hymn. Persecution.-Reproach for Christ. 1 AND art Thou, gracious Master, gone,
A mansion to prepare for me?
And there for ever siť with Thee ?
I'll triumph in Thy glorious Name.
Or to escape it's harmless frown,
And make Thy people's lot my own;
When Thou Thy glory wilt display! 3 And what is man, or what his smile?
The terror of his anger what?
But soon his place shall know him not: Through fear of such a one shall I
The LORD of heaven and earth deny? 4 No! let the world cast out my name,
And vile account me, if they will:
purpose to be viler still.
Content if I can call Thee mine. 5 What transport then shall fill my heart,
When Thou my worthless name wilt own; When I shall see Thee as Thou art,
And know as I myself am known! From sin and fear and sorrow free, My soul shall find it's rest in Thee.
1 HATE the tempter and his charms,
I hate his flatt'ring breath ;
To cheat our souls to death. 2 He feeds our hopes with airy dreams,
Or kills with slavish fear;
Presuniption, or despair.
To walk the road to heaven!”
“They cannot be forgiven.” 4 He bids young sinners, “Yet forbear
To think of God or death :
But melancholy breath."
And 'tis too late, to pray:
For they have lost their day." 0 While thus he props his cruel throne
By mischief and deceit,
And bruise him 'neath our feet. 7 Stedfast in faith, we look to Thee
To save from Satan's thrall :
From heav'n like lightning fall.
To aim the dreadful blow,
And laid the Gittite low?
But chose a pebble from the brook. 2 'Twas Isr'el's God and King,
Who sent him to the fight;
And skill to aim aright.
Because young David's God is yours. 3 Who order'd Gideon forth,
To storm th' invaders' camp,
A pitcher and a lamp?
When with a single word,
My trust is in the LORD;
Fearless of all that could oppose. 5 But unbelief, self-will,
Self-righteousness, and pride,
My weapon from my side?