Oh! I have seen the day,

When, with a single word,
God helping me to say,

My trust is in the Lord,

My soul hath quell'd a thousand foes,
Fearless of all that could oppose.

But unbelief, self-will,

Self-righteousness, and pride,
How often do they steal

My weapon from my side!

Yet David's Lord, and Gideon's friend,
Will help his servant to the end.

V. JEHOVAH-SHALOM. THE LORD SEND PEACE.
Judges vi. 24.

JESUS, whose blood so freely stream'd,
To satisfy the law's demand;

By thee from guilt and wrath redeem'd,
Before the Father's face I stand.

To reconcile offending man,

Make Justice drop her angry

rod;

What creature could have form'd the plan,
Or who fulfil it but a God?

No drop remains of all the curse,

For wretches who deserved the whole;

No arrows dipt in wrath to pierce
The guilty but returning soul.

Peace by such means so dearly bought, What rebel could have hoped to see? Peace, by his injured Sovereign wrought, His Sovereign fasten'd to a tree.

Now, Lord, thy feeble worm prepare! For strife with earth and hell begins; Confirm and guard me for the war,

They hate the soul that hates his sins.

Let them in horrid league agree!

They may assault, they may distress; But cannot quench thy love to me, Nor rob me of the Lord, my peace.

VI. WISDOM.

Prov. viii. 22-31.

ERE God had built the mountains,
Or raised the fruitful hills;
Before he fill'd the fountains

That feed the running rills;

In me, from everlasting,
The wonderful I AM,

Found pleasures never-wasting,
And Wisdom is my name.

When, like a tent to dwell in,
He spread the skies abroad,
And swathed about the swelling
Of Ocean's mighty flood;

He wrought by weight and measure,
And I was with him then:
Myself the Father's pleasure,
And mine, the sons of men.

Thus Wisdom's words discover
Thy glory and thy grace,
Thou everlasting lover

Of our unworthy race!
Thy gracious eye survey'd us
Ere stars were seen above;
In wisdom thou hast made us,
And died for us in love.

And couldst thou be delighted
With creatures such as we,
Who, when we saw thee, slighted
And nail'd thee to a tree?
Unfathomable wonder,
And mystery divine!

The voice that speaks in thunder,

GOD gives his mercies to be spent;
Your hoard will do your soul no good;

Gold is a blessing only lent,
Repaid by giving others food.

The world's esteem is but a bribe,

To buy their peace you sell your own;
The slave of a vain-glorious tribe,

Who hate you while they make

you known.

The joy that vain amusements give,
Oh! sad conclusion that it brings!
The honey of a crowded hive,
Defended by a thousand stings.

'Tis thus the world rewards the fools
That live upon her treacherous smiles:
She leads them blindfold by her rules,
And ruins all whom she beguiles.

God knows the thousands who go down
From pleasure into endless woe;
And with a long despairing groan
Blaspheme their Maker as they go.

O fearful thought! be timely wise.
Delight but in a Saviour's charms,
And God shall take you to the skies,
Embraced in everlasting arms.

VIII. O LORD, I WILL PRAISE THEE. Isaiah xii. 1.

I WILL praise thee every day
Now thine anger's turn'd away!
Comfortable thoughts arise
From the bleeding sacrifice.

Here in the fair gospel-field,
Wells of free salvation yield
Streams of life, a plenteous store,
And my soul shall thirst no more.
Jesus is become at length
My salvation and my strength;
And his praises shall prolong,
While I live, my pleasant song.

Praise ye, then, his glorious name,
Publish his exalted fame!

Still his worth your praise exceeds,
Excellent are all his deeds.

Raise again the joyful sound,

Let the nations roll it round!

Zion, shout, for this is he,

God the Saviour dwells in thee!

IX. THE CONTRITE HEART. Isaiah lvii. 15.

THE Lord will happiness divine

On contrite hearts bestow;
Then tell me, gracious God, is mine

A contrite heart or no?

I hear, but seem to hear in vain,
Insensible as steel;

If ought is felt, 'tis only pain.

To find I cannot feel.