1 CCLXXXIV. L. M. NEWTON. 3 But Mary chose the better part, 4 With warmth she to her sister spoke, "One thing is needful, chiefly one, "Why do thy thoughts on many run ?” 3 How oft are we like Martha vex'd, Encumber'd, hurried, and perplex'd? While trifles so engross our thought, The one thing needful is forgot. 6 Lord, teach us this one thing to choose, Which they who gain can never lose ; Sufficient in itself alone, And needful were the world our own 7 Let grov'ling hearts the world admire, Gladly I may the rest resign, 1 CCLXXXV. L. M. DODdridge. Choosing the better part. Luke x. 42. BESET with snares on ev'ry hand, In life's uncertain path I stand; For joys that none can take away. 1 BY CCLXXXVI. L. M. NEWTON. Looking unto Jesus. Heb. xii. 2. Y various maxims, forms and rules, That pass for wisdom in the schools, I strove my passions to restrain ; But all my efforts prov'd in vain. 2 But since the Saviour I have known, My rules are all reduc'd to one; To keep my Lord by faith in view; This strength supplies and motives too. 3 I see him lead a suff'ring life, Patient amidst reproach and strife; And from this pattern courage take To bear, and suffer for his sake. 4 Upon the cross I see him bleed, CCLXXXVII. C. M. NEWTON. The heart taken. Luke xi. 21, 22, Is guarded well in every part, 2 For Satan there in arms resides, 3 Each traitor-thought on him as chief 4 Thus Satan for a season reigns, The soul is pleas'd to wear his chains, 5 But Jesus stronger far than he, In his appointed hour, Appears to set his people free "This soul I bought with blood," he says, In spite of unbelief and pride, The gates of brass fly open wide, And Jesus wins the heart. CCLXXXVIII. C. M. NEWTON. The worldling. Luke xii. 16, 21. 1. "MY barns are full, my stores increase, "And now for many years, “Soul, eat and drink, and take thinc case, "Secure from wants and fears." 2 Thus while a worldling boasted once, He heard the Lord himself pronounce, 3 "This night, vain fool, thy soul must pass "Into a world unknown; And who shall then the stores possess, Thus blinded mortals fondly scheme Till death disturbs the pleasing dream, 3 Ah who can speak the vast dismay When torn by death's strong hand away, • Wretches, who cleave to earthly things, Their dying hour is full of stings, 7 Dear Saviour make us timely wise, 1 That we may live above the skies, CCLXXXIX. C. M. NEWTON. How shall I put thee among the children? Jer. iii. 19. ALAS! by nature how deprav'd, Our lives to Satan how enslav'd, 2 And can such sinners be restor❜d, . Can grace itself the means afford To make a foe a child? 3 Yes, grace has found the wondrous means 4 Jesus for sinners undertakes, And dies that they might live; 5 Yet one thing more must grace provide 6 The holy Spirit must reveal The Saviour's work and worth: |