Nor can I suffer real loss,

But shall come forth as gold.

6 Thus he'll conform me to his word,
And cast me in that mould;
And, through the goodness of my Lord,
I shall come forth as gold.
7 Thus will I sing his praises here,
Whose mercies are of old;

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And when in glory I appear,
I shall appear as gold.

SELF-DENIAL.

CLXXI. C. M. RIPPON'S SELEC. /
Self-denial. Mark viii. 34. Luke ix. 23.
AND must I part with all I have,
My dearest Lord, for thee?/

It is but right since thou hast done'
Much more than this for me.

2 Yes, let it go-one look from thee
Will more than make amends,
For all the losses I sustain

Of credit, riches, friends.

3 Ten thousand worlds, ten thousand lives,
How worthless they appear,

Compar'd with thee, supremely good,
Divinely bright and fair.

4 Saviour of souls, could I from thee
A single smile obtain,

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Though destitute of all things else,
I'd glory in my gain.

CLXXII. L. M. RIP. SELEC.

One Thing I know. John ix. 25. Isaiah liv. 13.
EAR Saviour, make me wise to see
My sin, and guilt, and remedy;

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'Tis said, of all thy blood has bought, "They shall of Israel's God be taught." 2 Their plague of heart thy people know; They know thy name and trust thee too; They know the gospel's blissful sound, The paths where endless joys abound. 3 They know the Father and the son, Theirs is eternal life begun : Unto salvation they are wise, Their grace shall into glory rise. 4 But-ignorance itself am I,

Born blind-estrang'd from thee I lie
O Lord, to thee I humbly own

I nothing know as should be known.
5 I scarce know God, or Christ, or sin,
My foes without, or plague within ;
Know not my interest, Lord, in thee,
In pardon, peace or liberty.

6 But help me to declare to-day,
If many things I cannot say,

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"ONE thing I know," all praise to thee, Though blind I was-yet now I see."

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CLXXIII. L. M. NEW SELEC.

Self-examination.

WHAT strange perplexities arise?

What anxious fears and jealousies! What crowds in doubtful light appear? How few, alas approv'd and clear!

2 And what am I?-My soul, awake,
And an impartial survey take;
Does no dark sign, no ground of fear,
In practice or in heart appear?

3 What image does my spirit bear? Is Jesus form'd and living there? Say, do his lineaments divine

In thought, and word, and action shine? 4 Searcher of hearts, O search me still; The secrets of my soul reveal;

My fears remove; let me appear
To God and my own conscience clear.

CLXXIV. 148th. SONGS IN THE NIGHT.

The fear of the Lord is to hate evil.-Prov.

viii. 13.

NOW whilst I try my heart
By this unerring word,

My conscience can assert
I truly fear the Lord;

I cannot tread the paths of sin,
I long for holiness within.

2 Yes, holiness of heart

I would more largely share;
I mourn with inwad smart

The evils that are there:

I hate my thoughts because they're vains
I woul'd from ev'ry sin abstain.

3 I hate this wretched pride,
These covetous desires;

I'd have them crucified,

For God my heart requires.
Jesus, do thou these foes subdue,
O make me more sincere and true.

4 I'd live alone to thee,

I love t' obey thy word,

Well pleas'd that thou shouldst be
My Saviour and my Lord.

To thee I now resign my heart,
Renew it, Lord, in ev'ry part.

CLXXV. L. M. RIP. SELEC. Humble trust; or, Despair prevented. LORD, didst thou die, but not for me? Am I forbid to trust thy blood? Hast thou not pardons rich and free? And grace an overwhelming flood? 2 Who then shall drive my trembling soul From thee, to regions of despair? Who has survey'd the sacred roll,

And found my name not written there? 3 Presumptuous thought! to fix the bound, To liinit mercy's sovereign reign: What other happy souls have found, I'll seek, nor shall I seek in vain. 4 I own my guilt, my sins confess :

Can men or devils make them more? Of crimes, already numberless,

Vain the attempt to swell the score. 5 Were the black list before my sight, While I remember thou hast died, "Twould only urge my speedier flight, To seek salvation at thy side.

6 Low at thy feet I cast me down,

To thee reveal my guilt and fear;
And-if thou spurn me from thy throne-
I'll be the first who perish'd there.

CLXXVI. L. M. BEDDome.
Holy Boldness.

PRINKLED with reconciling blood,
I dare approach thy throne, O God
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Thy face no frowning aspect wears,
Thy hand no vengeful thunder bears!
2 Th' incircling rainbow, peaceful sign!
Doth with refulgent brightness shine;
And while my faith beholds it near,
I bid farewell to every fear.

3 Let me my grateful homage pay;
With courage sing, with fervour pray;
And though myself a wretch undone,
Hope for acceptance through thy son-
4 Thy Son, who on the fatal tree,
Expir'd to set the vilest free;
On this I build my only claim,
And all I ask is in his name.

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CLXXVII. L. M. SwAIN.
Admiration and confidence.

ND may I hope, that when no more
These pulses beat with life below,

I shall the God of life adore,

And all the bliss of being know? 2 I, who deserve no place but hell,

No portion, but devouring fire;
Shall I with Christ in glory dwell,
Possest of all I now desire?

3 Will God, who never could endure
On sin to look without a frown,
With a kind smile pronounce me pure,
And grant me an immortal crown?

4 Will Jesus own a wretch like me,
And tell to saints and angels round,
That, when he suffer'd on the tree,
My sins augmented ev'ry wound?