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Though vine nor fig tree neither*

Their wonted fruit fhall bear,
Though all the fields fhould wither,
Nor flocks nor herds be there:
Yet God the fame abiding,

His praise fhall tune my voice;
For, while in him confiding,
I cannot but rejoice.

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ORD, my foul with pleasure springs
When Jefus' name I hear;

And when God the Spirit brings
The word of promise near:
Beauties too, in holiness,

Still delighted I perceive;
Nor have words that can exprefs
The joys thy precepts give.

Clothed in fanctity and grace,
How fweet it is to fee
Those who love thee as they pass,
Or when they wait on thee!
Pleasant too, to fit and tell

What we owe to love divine;
Till our bofoms grateful fwell,
And eyes begin to shine.

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Those the comforts I poffefs,
Which God fhall ftill increase,
All his ways are pleasantness,*
And all his paths are peace.
Nothing Jefus did or fpoke,
Henceforth let me ever flight;
For I love his easy yoke,+
And find his burden light.

51. THE CHRISTIAN.

SONOUR 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;
Unfading is the crown he wears,
His joys can never reach a close.

Adorn'd with glory from on high,
Salvation fhines upon his face;
His robe is of the ethereal dye,
His steps are dignity and

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.

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+ 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 fee him rife! Angels congratulate his lot,

And fhout him welcome to the skies!

52. LIVELY HOPE AND GRACIOUS FEAR.

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WAS a groveling creature once,

And bafely cleaved to earth;
I wanted spirit to renounce
The clod that gave me birth.

But God has breathed upon a worm,
And fent me from above

Wings fuch as clothe an angel's form,
The wings of joy and love.

With these to Pifgah's top I fly,
And there delighted ftand,
To view, beneath a fhining sky,
The fpacious promised land.

The Lord of all the vaft domain
Has promised it to me;

The length and breadth of all the plain
As far as faith can fee.

How glorious is my privilege!
To thee for help I call;

I stand upon a mountain's edge,
Oh fave me, left I fall!

Though much exalted in the Lord,
My strength is not my own;
Then let me tremble at his word,
And none fhall caft me down.

53. FOR THE POOR.

HEN Hagar found the bottle spent,
And wept o'er Ishmael,

A meffage from the Lord was fent
To guide her to a well.*

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Should not Elijah's cake and cruse†
Convince us at this day,

A gracious God will not refuse
Provifions by the way?

His faints and fervants fhall be fed,
The promise is secure;

"Bread fhall be given them," as he said,
"Their water shall be sure."‡

Repasts far richer they shall prove,
Than all earth's dainties are;
'Tis fweet to taste a Saviour's love,
Though in the meaneft fare.

* Gen. xxi. 19. +1 Kings xvii. 14.

Ifa. xxxiii. 16.

To Jefus then your trouble bring,
Nor murmur at your lot;

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,
That quickens all things where it flows,
And makes a wretched thorn like me
Bloom as the myrtle or the rose.

Dear fountain of delight unknown!
No longer fink below the brim ;
But overflow, and pour me down
A living, and life-giving stream!

For fure, of all the plants that share
The notice of thy Father's eye,
proves less grateful to his care,
Or yields him meaner fruit than I.

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