Let earth repent, and hell despair, Her name is call'd The Lord is there, And who has power to drive him thence? XV. PRAISE FOR THE FOUNTAIN OPENED. Zec. xiii. 1. THERE is a fountain fill'd with blood The dying thief rejoiced to see That fountain in his day; Dear dying Lamb, thy precious blood Till all the ransom'd church of God E'er since, by faith, I saw the stream Then in a nobler, sweeter song, I'll sing thy power to save; When this poor lisping stammering tongue Lord, I believe thou hast prepared For me a blood-bought free reward, 'Tis strung, and tuned, for endless years, And form'd by power divine, To sound in God the Father's ears No other name but thine. XVI. THE SOWER. Matt. xiii. 3. YE sons of earth, prepare the plough, The seed that finds a stony soil, Soon wither'd, scorch'd, and dead. The thorny ground is sure to balk The beaten path and highway side The watchful birds the spoil divide, power But where the Lord of grace and Father of mercies, we have need Let the same hand that gives the seed XVII. THE HOUSE OF PRAYER. Mark xi. 17. THY mansion is the Christian's heart, O Lord, thy dwelling-place secure ! Bid the unruly throng depart, And leave the consecrated door. Devoted as it is to thee, A thievish swarm frequents the place; There, too, a sharp designing trade Sin, Satan, and the world maintain ; I know them, and I hate their din, Am weary of the bustling crowd; But while their voice is heard within, I cannot serve thee as I would. VOL. VIII. I 163 Oh! for the joy thy presence gives, And if thou make thy temple shine, I give thee what was thine before. XVIII. LOVEST THOU ME? John xxi. 16. HARK, my soul! it is the Lord : 66 Say, poor sinner, lovest thou me ? "I deliver'd thee when bound, And when bleeding, heal'd thy wound; "Can a woman's tender care Cease towards the child she bare? “Mine is an unchanging love, "Thou shalt see my glory soon, Oh for grace to love thee more! XIX. CONTENTMENT. Phil. iv. 11. FIERCE passions discompose the mind, In vain by reason and by rule For none but in the Saviour's school Since at his feet my soul has sat, “ Art thou a sinner, soul?" he said, |