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Martha und Mury.
By care to entertain her Guest;
And could not bear to lose a word. 2 The principle, in both the same,
Produc'd in each a diff'rent aim ;
The other waited to be fed.
Her Saviour's words refresh'd her heart; While busy Martha angry grew,
And lost her time and temper too.
But brought upon herself rebuke:
Why do thy thoughts on many run?' 5 How oft are we like Martha vex'd,
Encumber'd, hurried, and perplex'd!
The one thing needful is forgot. 6 LORD, teach us this one thing to choose,
Which they who gain can never lose;
And needful, were the world our own. 7 Let grov'ling hearts the world admire,
Thy love is all that I require !
Disentangled from the World, and delighted with Christ.
1 LET worldly minds the world pursue,
It has no charms for me;
has set me free.
2 It's pleasures now no longer please,
No more content afford ;
Now I have seen the LORD.
3 As by the light of op'ning day
The stars are all conceald; So earthly pleasures fade away,
When Jesus is reveal'd.
4 Creatures no more divide my choice,
I bid them all depart;
Have fix'd my roving heart.
And wholly live to Thee;
A worthless worm like me?
6 Yes! though of sinners I'm the worst,
I cannot doubt Thy will;
1 I THIRST, but not as once I did,
The vain delights of eartb to share ; Thy wounds, EMMANUEL, all forbid
That I should seek my pleasures there.
2 It was the sight of Thy dear cross
First wean'd my soul from earthly things; And taught me to esteem, as dross,
The mirth of fools, and pomp of kings.
3 I want that grace that springs from Thee,
That quickens all things where it flows, And makes a wretched thorn, like me,
Bloom as the myrtle, or the rose. 4 For sure, of all the plants that share
The notice of Thy FATHER's eye, None proves less grateful to His care,
Or yields him meaner fruit than I.
World passing away.-Christian's Treasure abore.
i THOUGH all these things substantial seem, The world itself is but a dream,
And soon must pass away:
Must see their final day.
2 How sweet to have their portion there,
And nothing will remove !
Our treasure is above.
3 How sweet to know the SAVIOUR's Name ! The SAVIOUR, who in mercy came,
And vanquish'd all our foes :
Of ev'ry storm that blows.
4, Then let a world of shadows go;
Their treasure still is sure:
And there it is secure.
1 PRAISE ye JEHOVAH's Name,
Rise and adore :
2 Now let the trumpet raise
Wide as His fame:
Fili'd with His Name.
Sweet the accord !
MEET and right it is to sing,
In ev'ry time and place,
The God of truth and grace.
Eternal praise be Thine!
In choral symphonies,
And never, never cease:
O'erwhelm'd before Thy throne!