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Arm me with jealous care,
As in Thy sight to live;
The strict account to give:
And on Thyself rely;
I shall for ever die.
How false, and yet how fair!
And ev'ry sweet a snare.
Give but a flatt'ring light;
r dearest joys, and nearest friends,
The partners of our blood,
And leave but half for GOD!
4 The fondness of a creature's love,
How strong it strikes the sense!
Nor can we call them thence.
My soul's eternal food;
From all created good.
A Land of Pilgrimage.
i LORD! what a wretched land is this,
That yields us no supply!
No streams of living joy.
2 But pricking thorns through all the ground,
And mortal poisons grow,
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.
With scarce twinkling ray;
Is everlasting day.
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!
To welcome tray'llers home!
Vanity of worldly Enjoyments. 1 MAN has a soul of vast desires ;
He burns within' with restless fires ;
From vanity to vanity.
Some solid good to fill the mind;
We shift from side to side by turns ;
To change the place, but keep the pain. 4. Great GOD, subdue this vicious thirst,
This love to vanity and dust;
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.
í How long shall dreams of creature-bliss
Our flatt'ring hopes employ,
With visionary joy?
2 Why from the mountains and the hills
Is our salvation sought,
And Isr'el's God forgot?
3 The living spring neglected flows
Full in our daily view,
Our broken cisterns hew.
4 These fatal errors, gracious GOD,
With gentle pity see;
And fix our souls on Thee.
And now, for many years,
Secure from wants and fears.'
As many now presume,
His sudden, awful doom.
Into a world unknown;
Which Thou hast call’d Thine own?' 4 Thus blinded mortals fondly scheme
For happiness below,
And they awake to woe.
That fills the sinner's mind,
He leaves his all behind.
But are not rich to GOD;
And hell their dark abode.
Thy Gospel to attend,
When this poor life shall end.