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Arm me with jealous care,
As in Thy sight to live;
The strict account to give :
And on Thyself rely;
I shall for ever die.
Wymn. Love of Creatures dangerous. low vain are all things here below!
How false, and yet how fair!
And ev'ry sweet a snare.
r dearest joys, and nearest friends, The partners of our blood, How they divide our wav'ring minds,
And leave but half for GOD!
How strong it strikes the sense!
Nor can we call them thence.
My soul's eternal food;
A Land of Pilgrimage.
i LORD! what a wretched land is this,
That yields us no supply!
No streams of living joy.
2 But pricking thorns through all the ground,
And mortal poisons grow,
With dang'rous waters flow.
3 Yet the dear path to Thine abodę
Lies through this horrid land; LORD! we would keep the heav'nly road,
And run at Thy command.
With scarce a twinkling ray;
Is everlasting day.
5 Our journey is a thorny maze,
But we march upward still ; Forget these troubles of the ways,
And reach at Zion's hill.
6 See the kind angels at the gates,
Inviting us to come!
To welcome trav'llers home!
Vanity of worldly Enjoyments, 1
MAN has a soul of vast desires ;
From vanity to vanity.
Some solid good to fill the mind;
We shift from side to side by turns;
To change the place, but keep the pain. 4 Great GOD, subdue this vicious thirst,
This love to vanity and dust;
Vanity of worldly enjoyments. 1 FONDLY my foolish heart essays
T'augment the source of perfect bliss, Love's all-sufficient sea to raise,
With drops of creature-happiness. 2 O Love, Thy sov'reign aid impart !
And guard the gift Thyself hast giv'n: My portion Thou, my treasure art,
My life, and happiness, and heav'n.
3 Would ought on earth my wishes share;
Though dear as life the idol be, The idol from my breast I'll tear,
Resolv'd to seek my all in Thee.
4 Whate'er I fondly counted mine,
To Thee, my LORD, I here restore; Gladly I all to Thee resign:
Give me Thyself, I ask no more.
í How long shall dreams of creature-bliss
Our flatt'ring hopes employ, And mock our fond deluded eyes
With visionary joy?
2 Why from the mountains and the bills
Is our salvation sought,
And Isr’el's Gov forgot?
3 The living spring neglected flows
Full in our daily view,
Our broken cisterns hew.
4 These fatal errors, gracious GOD,
With gentle pity see;
And fix our souls on Thee.
The Worldling. 1 My barns are full, my stores increase; And now,
for many years, Soul, eat and drink, and take thine ease,
Secure from wants and fears.'
As many now presume,
His sudden, awful doom. 3' "This night, vain fool, thy soul must pass
Into a world unknown;
Which Thou hast call’d Thine own?'
4 Thus blinded mortals fondly scheme
For happiness below,
And they awake to woe.
That fills the sinner's mind,
He leaves his all behind.
But are not rich to GOD;
And hell their dark abode.
Thy Gospel to attend,
When this poor life shall end.