LXXXII.

I counsel thee to buy of me Gold, tried in the Fire, that thou mayest be rich; and white Raiment, that thou mayest be clothed; and anoint thine Eyes with Eye-salve, that thou mayest see.-Revelations iii. 18.

1 ARISE, my soul, to Jesus fly,
And cast thy fears away;
He will thine every want supply,
Make haste, no longer stay.

2 Look how he stands and smiles to give
His glory and his grace;
He counsels sinners to receive
His robe of righteousness.

3 Jesus the purest gold appoints
T'enrich the humble poor;
Who with his heavenly salve anoints
In darkness walks no more.

4 Ye drooping souls that seek the Lord,
Take courage and believe,
For God is faithful to his word,
Great grace you shall receive.

5 The wretched, destitute, and blind
Are those whom Christ invite,
A friend in him they're sure to find
Whose power is infinite.

LXXXIII.

LONGING FOR PUBLIC WORSHIP.

My Soul longeth, yea, even fainteth for the Courts of the Lord.-Psalm lxxxiv. 2.

1 My God, how restless is my mind!
Pensive I lie from day to day,
And, loth to be so much confin'd,
I sigh my lonely hours away.

2 'Tis for thy courts, O Lord, I long;
When shall I in thy house appear?
When shall I join the waiting throng,
And mix in humble worship there?

3 I'd praise thee for the meanest place,
To stand as waiter at thy gate;
Could I but there behold thy face,
I'd think the favor truly great.
4 I long to tread that happy ground
Where oft my soul has richly fed;
To hear the gospel's joyful sound,
To taste substantial, living bread.

5 There have I often left my fears,

When I have gone o'erwhelm'd with grief;
There have I left my wants and cares,
And in returning sung relief.

6 But now I'm left at home to mourn,
While in thy courts thy saints rejoice;

I pass my sabbaths quite alone,
In sad complaints 1 spend my voice.

7 Jesus, do thou my strength renew;
Remove my weakness, heal my pain,
That I may serve and praise thee too,
O bring me to thy house again!

8 O bring thyself thy graces near,
And teach my soul to wait thy will;
Then shall I serve and praise thee here,
And own thee just and righteous still,

LXXXIV.

GOING TO THE LORD's SUPPER AFTER LONG

CONFINEMENT.

1 WHERE shall I go but to my Lord,

Who bled and died that I might live;

O let me now attend his word,

He has eternal life to give,

2 Come, blessed Spirit, and confine My meditations on his love; That I may sing of grace divine,

And worship him like those above.

3 My thoughts from trifling objects turn,
Give me the conquest over pride;
O may I look on him and mourn!
For him I pierc'd and crucified,

4 O for the eye of faith, to see

My Saviour in his priestly dress;
As hanging on the accursed tree,
To work my robe of righteousness.

5 Enter, my soul, his gates with praise,
And thankfully adore his name
Whose mercy lengthens out thy days,
Whose love to thee is still the same.

LXXXV.

There is at Jerusalem a Pool which is called Bethesda. John v. 2.

10 COULD I to Jerus'lem go,
And reach Bethesda's pool,
There the afflicted left their woe,

The wounded were made whole:

2 In vain my wretched unbelief
Might thus for ever sigh;
Christ is the source of all relief,
That source is ever nigh.

3 See how his blood divine doth flow,
How plentiful and pure;

I need not to Jerus'lem go,

To seek a better cure.

4 Here is a fountain deep and wide,
A fountain rich and free;

With healing virtue well supplied,
For sinners such as me.

5 Now let me rise and praise his name,
And plunge into this flood;

I need not wash in Jordan's stream,
While here are streams of blood.

6 This is a Pool of high renown,

Its virtue is most sure;
Come, sinners, plunge directly down,

Receive an instant cure.

LXXXVI.

Prepare to meet thy GOD!-Amos iv. 12.

1 My life declines, my strength is gone,
Disease and pains prevail;

Death threatens to arrest me soon,
My heart and flesh doth fail.

2 Soon must I leave this body here,
Soon must my soul away;

O awful thought!-my soul, prepare
For that tremendous day!

3 Soon must I pass the solemn test,
How soon, my judge can tell!
When he with smiles shall call me blest,
Or frown me down to hell.

4 O how shall I prepare my heart
Eternal life to gain!

JESUS, thy grace, thy strength impart,
Or all I do is vain.

5 I cannot for one sin atone,

I swell with pride no more: All the best duties I have done I've reason to deplore.

6 Jesus, on thee alone I lean,

Do thou my soul prepare;

O cleanse my heart from every sin,
And fix thy dwelling there.