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2 " I know thy works, and I approve,

"Tho' small thy strength, sincere thy love;
"Go on, my word and name to own,
"For none shall rob thee of thy crown.

3"Before thee see my mercy's door
"Stands open wide to shut no more;
Fear not temptation's fiery day,
"For I will be thy strength and stay.

4" Thou hast my promise, hold it fast,
"The trying hour will soon be past :
Rejoice, for, lo! I quickly come,
"To take thee to my heav'nly home.

5" A pillar there no more to move,
"Inscrib'd with all my names of love ;
"A monument of mighty grace,
"Thou shalt for ever have a place."

6 Such is the conqueror's reward,
Prepar'd and promis'd by the Lord!
Let him that hath the ear of faith
Attend to what the Spirit saith.

CXL. Laodicea. Chap. iii. 14-20.

1 HEAR what the Lord, the great Amen,
The true and faithful witness says!
He form'd the vast creation's plan,
And searches all our hearts and ways.

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,

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mercy sent; "That thou mayst my compassion prove, "I can forgive, if thou repent.

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My ointment to anoint thine eyes,
"My robe thy nakedness to hide.

6" See at thy door I stand and knock!
"Poor sinner, shall I wait in vain?
Quickly thy stubborn heart unlock,
"That I may enter with my train.

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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
The angel's little, open book,

Which by the Lord's command he eat,
It tasted bitter after sweet.

2 Thus when the Gospel is embrac❜d,
At first 'tis sweeter to the taste
Than honey or the honey-comb,
But there's a bitterness to come.
* Book iii. Hymn 27.

3 What sweetness does the promise yield,
When by the Spirit's power seal'd?
The longing soul is fill'd with good,
Nor feels a wish for other food.

4 By these inviting tastes allur'd,
We pass to what must be endur'd;
For soon we find it is decreed,

That bitter must to sweet succeed.

5 When sin revives and shows its pow'r,
When Satan threatens to devour,
When God afflicts, and men revile,
We draw our steps with pain and toil.
6 When thus deserted, tempest-tost,
The sense of former sweetness lost,
We tremble lest we were deceiv'd
In thinking that we once believ'd.

7 The Lord first makes the sweetness known, To win and fix us for his own;

And though we now some bitter meet,
We hope for everlasting sweet.

OLNEY HYMNS,

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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;
Upwards, Lord, our spirits raise,
All below is but a dream.

3 Thanks for mercies past receive,
Pardon of our sins renew;
Teach us, henceforth, how to live
With eternity in view :

Bless thy word to young and old,
Fill us with a Saviour's love;
*And when life's short tale is told,
May we dwell with thee above.

II. Time how short.

1 TIME, with an unwearied hand,
Pushes round the seasons past;
And in life's frail glass the sand
Sinks apace, not long to last:
Many, who, as you and I,

The last year assembled thus,
In their silent graves now lie;
Graves will open soon for us!

2 Daily sin, and care, and strife,

While the Lord prolongs our breath,
Make it but a dying life,

Or a kind of living death:
Wretched they and most forlorn,

Who no better portion know;
Better ne'er to have been born,
Than to have our all below.

3 When constrain'd to go alone,
Leaving all you love behind,
Ent'ring on a world unknown,

What will then support your mind?

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