4 With golden bells, the priestly vest,* And rich pomegranates border'd round, The need of holiness express'd,

And call'd for fruit as well as sound.

5 Easy, indeed, it were to reach
A mansion in the courts above,
If swelling words, and fluent speech,
Might serve, instead of faith and love.

6 But none shall gain the blissful place, Or God's unclouded glory see, Who talks of free and sov'reign grace, Unless that grace has made him free.

LVII.

ABUSE OF THE GOSPEL.

1 TOO many, LORD, abuse thy grace,
In this licentious day;

And while they boast they see thy face,
They turn their own away.

2 Thy book displays a gracious light
That can the blind restore ;
But these are dazzled by the sight,
And blinded still the more.

Exodus, xxviii. 33.

3 The pardon such presume upon,
They do not beg, but steal;
And when they plead it at thy throne,
Oh, where's the Spirit's seal?

4 Was it for this, ye lawless tribe,
The dear Redeemer bled?
Is this the grace the saints imbibe
From CHRIST the living head?

5 Ah, LORD, we know thy chosen few
Are fed with heav'nly fare;

But these the wretched husks they chew
Proclaim them what they are.

6 The liberty our hearts implore
Is not to live in sin;

But still to wait at wisdom's door,
Till mercy calls us in.

LVIII.

THE NARROW WAY.

I WHAT thousands never knew the road!
What thousands hate it when 'tis known!
None but the chosen tribes of GoD
Will seek or choose it for their own.

2 A thousand ways in ruin end;
One only leads to joys on high;
By that my willing steps ascend,
Pleas'd with a journey to the sky.

3 No more I ask, or hope to find,
Delight or happiness below;
Sorrow may well possess the mind
That feeds where thorns and thistles grow.

4 The joy that fades is not for me;
I seek immortal joys above;
There, glory without end shall be
The bright reward of faith and love.

5 Cleave to the world, ye sordid worms,
Contented lick your native dust.;
But God shall fight, with all his storms,
Against the idol of your trust.

LIX.

WALKING WITH GOD.

I OH! for a closer walk with GOD,
A calm and heav'nly frame;
A light to shine upon the road
That leads me to the Lamb!

2 Where is the blessedness I knew,
When first I saw the LORD?
Where is the soul refreshing view
Of JESUS and his word?

3 What peaceful hours I once enjoy'd!
How sweet their mem❜ry still!
But they have left an aching void
The world can never fill.

4 Return, O holy Dove, return, Sweet messenger of rest;

5

The dearest idol I have known,
Whate'er that idol be,

Help me to tear it from thy throne,
And worship only thee.

I hate the sins that made thee mourn,
And drove thee from my breast.

6 So shall my walk be close with God,
Calm and serene my frame ;
So purer light shall mark the road
That leads me to the Lamb.

2

LX.

DEPENDENCE.

TO keep the lamp alive,
With oil we fill the bowl;

'Tis water makes the willow thrive,
And grace that feeds the soul.

The LORD's unsparing hand
Supplies the living stream;
It is not at our own command,
But still deriv'd from him

3

4

5

Beware of Peter's word,*
Nor confidently say,

"I never will deny thee, LORD,"
But grant I never may.

Man's wisdom is to seek

His strength in God alone;
And e'en an angel would be weak,
Who trusted in his own.

Retreat beneath his wings,
And in his grace confide;
This more exalts the King of kingst
Than all your works beside.

6

In Jesus is our store;
Grace issues from his throne;
Whoever says, "I want no more,”
Confesses he has none.

LXI.

NOT OF WORKS.

I GRACE, triumphant in the throne, Scorns a rival, reigns alone!

Come and bow beneath her sway,

Cast

your idol works away: