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Need of Sacrifice.
God's image which He once possessed :
In Cain, his first-born son, expressed ! 2 The sacrifice the Lord ordained,
In type of the Redeemer's blood,
And thought his own first-fruits as good. 3 Yet rage and envy filled his mind,
When with a sullen, downcast look,
Who God's appointed method took.
And such by nature still are we,
91 Man totally Depraved. C.M. 1 How helpless guilty nature lies,
Unconscious of its load !
To happiness and God.
In paths of ruin stray ;
The safe, the narrow way.
The stubborn will subdue ?
'Tis Thine, Eternal Spirit, Thine
To form the heart anew.
And bid the sinner live;
Thy constant succour give ! 92 The Fall and God's Mercy. L.M. 1 WHEN Adam, ruined by the fall,
Lost his fair garden and his all,
His matchless mercy and His love. 2 No sooner was the misery born,
Which clothed the wilderness with thorn,
To plant the myrtle and the rose. 3 This was a stretch of love indeed,
Just suited to the sinner's need;
Whom grace makes to salvation wise. 4 Such know they were by nature in
The ruin that results from sin;
Salvation by the Lord alone. 93 False and True Pleasures. 7's. 1 HONEY though the bee prepares,
An envenomed sting he wears ;
2 Where we think to find a sweet,
Oft a painful sting we meet ;
We forget the thorn is nigh.
Why are thus our pleasures spoiled ?
From our choicest comforts grow?
'Twas not thus before the fall ;
From the root of sin can spring?
Sweets abound without a sting!
And the joys unmingled flow. 94
The Great Disease.
And all that mortals undergo,
There's no disease so bad as sin.
The heart, the hands, the feet, the head,
E’er since the fall, diseased with sin.
And 'tis the sorest and the worst;
4 This sad disease has taken place
In all the sons of Adam's race;
The infant and the aged too. 95 Deceitfulness of Sin.
C.M. 1 Sin dwells within this heart of mine ;
No child its power escapes ;
Or take a thousand shapes.
Annoys his soul in prayer;
He hates its presence there.
It moves the hands and feet;
Though many call it sweet. 4 It oft adopts a change of plan,
Its deadly ends to gain,
Religious or profane. 5 But God's own word distinctly saith,–
May we its truth confess
And life is all of grace. 96
The Same. 1 SIN has a thousand treacherous arts
To practise on the mind ;
With flattering looks she tempts our hearts,
But leaves a sting behind.
The aged and the young,
She makes his fetters strong.
C.M. 1 THOUGH'small the drops of falling rain,
If one be singly viewed,
And form a mighty flood.
Like drops of rain, are small; But it the power of thought exceeds
To count the sum of all. 3 One sin can raise, though small it seems,
A flood to drown the soul; What, then, when countless million streams
Shall join to swell the whole ?
If warned, they smile or frown;
When the fierce flood comes down. 98 All Guilty before God. C.M. 1 Vain are the hopes the sons of men
On their own works have built,
And all their actions guilt.