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Arm me with jealous care,

As in Thy sight to live;
And, O! Thy servant, LORD, prepare

The strict account to give:
Help me to watch and pray,

And on Thyself rely;
Assur'd, if I my trust betray,

I shall for ever die.

Love of Creatures dangerous.
"Iow vain are all things here below!

How false, and yet how fair!
Each pleasure hath it's poison too,

And ev'ry sweet a snare.
he brightest things below the sky

Give but a flatt'ring light;
Ve should suspect some danger nigh
Where we possess delight.

r dearest joys, and nearest friends,

The partners of our blood,
How they divide our way’ring minds,

And leave but half for GOD!

4 The fondness of a creature's love,

How strong it strikes the sense!
Thither the warm affections move,

Nor can we call them thence.
5 Dear SAVIOUR, let Thy beauties be

My soul's eternal food;
And grace command my heart away

From all created good.


A Land of Pilgrimage.

i LORD! what a wretched land is this,

That yields us no supply!
No cheering fruits, no wholesome trees,

No streams of living joy.

2 But pricking thorns through all the ground,

And mortal poisons grow,
And all the rivers that are found

With dang'rous waters flow.

3 Yet the dear path to Thine abode

Lies through this horrid land; LORD! we would keep the heav'nly road,

And run at Thy command.
4 Long nights and darkness dwell below,

With scarce twinkling ray;
But the bright world to which we go

Is everlasting day.

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5 Our journey is a thorny maze,

But we march upward still ; Forget these troubles of the ways,

And reach at Zion's hill.

6 See the kind angels at the gates,

Inviting us to come!
There Jesus the forerunner waits

To welcome tray'llers home!


Vanity of worldly Enjoyments. 1 MAN has a soul of vast desires ;

He burns within' with restless fires ;
Toss'd to and fro, his passions fly

From vanity to vanity.
2 In vain on earth we hope to find

Some solid good to fill the mind;
We try new pleasures, but we feel
The inward thirst and torment still.
3 So when a raging fever burns,

We shift from side to side by turns ;
And ?tis a poor relief we gain,

To change the place, but keep the pain. 4. Great GOD, subdue this vicious thirst,

This love to vanity and dust;
Cure the vile fever of the mind,
And fill our souls with joy's refin'd.


Vanity of worldly enjoyments. 1 FONDLY my foolish heart essays

T'augment the source of perfect bliss, Love's all-sufficient sea to raise,

With drops of creature-happiness. 2 O Love, Thy sov'reign aid impart!

And guard the gift Thyself hast giv'n: My portion Thou, my

treasure art, My life, and happiness, and heav'n.

3 Would ought on earth my wishes share;

Though dear as life the idol be, The idol from my breast I'll tear, Resolv'd to seek


all in Thee.

4. Whate'er I fondly counted mine,

To Thee, my LORD, I here restore; Gladly I all to Thee resign:

Give me Thyself, I ask no more.


Broken Cisterns.

í How long shall dreams of creature-bliss

Our flatt'ring hopes employ,
And mock our fond deluded eyes

With visionary joy?

2 Why from the mountains and the hills

Is our salvation sought,
While our eternal Rock's forsook,

And Isr'el's God forgot?

3 The living spring neglected flows

Full in our daily view,
Yet we with anxious fruitless 'toil

Our broken cisterns hew.

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4 These fatal errors, gracious GOD,

With gentle pity see;
To Thee our roving eyes direct,

And fix our souls on Thee.

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The Worldling.
1 MY barns are full, my stores increase;

And now, for many years,
Soul, eat and drink, and take thine ease,

Secure from wants and fears.'
2 Thus while a worldling' boasted once,

As many now presume,
He heard the LORD Himself pronounce

His sudden, awful doom.
3 This night, vain fool, thy soul must pass

Into a world unknown;
And who shall then the stores possess

Which Thou hast call’d Thine own?' 4 Thus blinded mortals fondly scheme

For happiness below,
Till death disturbs the pleasing dream,

And they awake to woe.
5 Ah! who can speak the vast dismay

That fills the sinner's mind,
When torn by death's strong hand away,

He leaves his all behind.
6 Wretches who cleave to earthly things,

But are not rich to GOD;
Their dying hour is full of stings,

And hell their dark abode.
7 Dear SAVIOUR, make us timely wise,

Thy Gospel to attend,
That we may live above the skies,

When this poor life shall end.

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