Teach me fome melodious fonnet, Hither by thy help I'm come, L ORD, when my thoughts with wonder roll, And fee my Maker's broken laws My foul would rife and foar above, But my heart faints, my tongue complains, The glorious time will foon appear, 237. L. M. WATTS'S H. Thanksgiving. TOW to the Lord, that makes us know Be humble honors paid below, And strains of nobler praise above. 'Twas he alone that cleans'd our fins, And wash'd us in his richest blood; To Jefus, our atoning Prieft, 238. C. M. COWPER. Obedience. No ftrength of nature can fuffice To serve the Lord aright; And what she has, the mifapplies, Long time beneath the law I lay, Then-to abftain from outward fin Then-all my fervile works were done I freely choose his ways: "What fhall I do," was then the word, "That I might worthier grow? "What fhall I render to the Lord ?" Is my inquiry now. To fee the law by Chrift fulfill'd, To hear his pard'ning voice, Changes a flave into a child, GRACES OF THE HOLY SPIRIT. SING 239. C. M. Conformity to Jefus. INCE Chrift has borne my fin and curfe, Why am I then afflicted thus ? What! muft temptations still prevail, Whilft inbred lufts my mind affail, What! muft my worldly aims be cross'd? Denied my heart's defire ? What! muft my character be loft, And fenfual joys expire? Is there no way to glorify Chrift's death and honor'd name, Unless unto myfelf I die, And bear reproach and fhame ?— Whene'er these thoughts opprefs my heart, I'm ready then to faint; But, when I view my Savior's smart, That ftops each sad complaint. Be ftill, my foul; this is the path; THE CHRISTIAN. 240. 8, 7. SWAIN, altered. O N the brink of fiery ruin, Juftice, with a flaming fword Was my guilty foul purfuing, When I first beheld my Lord. "Sinner," he exclaim'd, "I've lov'd thee "With an everlasting love; "Juftice has in me approv'd thee, "Thou fhalt dwell with me above." Sweet as angels' notes in heaven,, When to golden harps they found; To the foul by fatan bound: JESUS, and didnt thon condescend When veil'd in human Clay, |