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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.



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.



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.



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;


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

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

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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.




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




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.


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



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

Come and bow beneath her sway,


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