2 " I know thy works, and I approve, "Tho' small thy strength, sincere thy love; 3"Before thee see my mercy's door 4" Thou hast my promise, hold it fast, 5" A pillar there no more to move, 6 Such is the conqueror's reward, CXL. Laodicea. Chap. iii. 14-20. 1 HEAR what the Lord, the great Amen, 2 To some he speaks as once of old, "I know thee, thy profession's vain; "Since thou art neither hot nor cold, "I'll spit thee from me with disdain. 3 "Thou boastest 'I am wise and rich, "Increas'd in goods, and nothing need;? "And dost not know thou art a wretch, "Naked, and poor, and blind, and dead. 4" Yet while I thus rebuke, I love, My message is in mercy sent; "That thou mayst my compassion prove, "I can forgive, if thou repent. 5" Would'st thou be truly rich and wise? "Come, buy my gold in fire well try'd, My ointment to anoint thine eyes, 6" See at thy door I stand and knock! 7 "Thou canst not entertain a king, Unworthy thou of such a guest! "But I my own provisions bring, "To make thy soul a heav'nly feast." CXLI. The Little Book*. Chap. x. 1 WHEN the belov'd disciple took Which by the Lord's command he eat, 2 Thus when the Gospel is embrac❜d, 3 What sweetness does the promise yield, 4 By these inviting tastes allur'd, That bitter must to sweet succeed. 5 When sin revives and shows its pow'r, 7 The Lord first makes the sweetness known, To win and fix us for his own; And though we now some bitter meet, OLNEY HYMNS, &c. 1. WHILE with ceaseless course the sun Hasted through the former year, Many souls their race have run, Never more to meet us here; Fix'd in an eternal state, They have done with all below; We a little longer wait, But how little-none can know. 2 As the winged arrow flies, Speedily the mark to find; As the lightning from the skies Darts, and leaves no trace behind; Swiftly thus our fleeting days Bear us down life's rapid stream; 3 Thanks for mercies past receive, Bless thy word to young and old, II. Time how short. 1 TIME, with an unwearied hand, The last year assembled thus, 2 Daily sin, and care, and strife, While the Lord prolongs our breath, Or a kind of living death: Who no better portion know; 3 When constrain'd to go alone, What will then support your mind? |