Nature must count her gold but dross,
If she would gain this heav'nly land.

3 The fearful soul, that tires and faints,
And steers the heavenly course no more,
Is but esteem'd almost a saint,

And makes his own destruction sure.

4 Lord, let not all my hopes be vain;
Create my heart entirely new ;
Which hypocrites could ne'er attain,
Which false apostates never knew.

14. C. M. Newton.

The Lord's call to his children. 2 Cor. vi. 17, 18.

1 Let us adore the grace that seeks
To draw our hearts above!

Attend, 'tis God the Saviour speaks,
And every word is love.

2 Tho' fill'd with awe, before his throne
Each angel veils his face;
He claims a people for his own
Amongst our sinful race.

3 "Come forth (he says) no more pursue
The path that leads to death;
Look up, a bleeding Saviour view,
Look, and be sav'd by faith.

4 "My sons and daughters you shall be,

Thro'

toning blood;

And

you shall claim and find in me, A Father and a God."

5 Lord, speak these words to every heart,
By thine all-powerful voice;
That we may now from sin depart,
And make thy love our choice.

6 If now we learn to seek thy face,
By Christ the living way;

We'll praise thee for this hour of grace,
Thro' an eternal day.

15. L. M. Doddridge. Altered.

Choosing the better part. Luke x. 42.

1 BESET with dangers, and with fear, In life's uncertain sea I steer;

Saviour divine! diffuse thy light;
O Spirit, guide my vessel right.

2 Engage this roving treach'rous heart To fix on Mary's better part;

To scorn the trifles of a day,

For joys that none can take away.

3 Then let the wildest storms arise;
Let tempests mingle earth and skies;
No fatal shipwreck shall I fear,
But all my treasures with me bear.

4 If thou, my Jesus! still be nigh, Cheerful I live, and joyful die; Secure, when mortal comforts flee, To find ten thousand worlds in thee.

16. C. M. Toplady.

Christ All in All.

1 COMPAR'D with Christ in all beside, No comeliness I see;

The one thing needful, dearest Lord,
Is to be one with thee.

2 The sense of thy expiring love
Into my soul convey:
Thyself bestow! for thee alone,
My ALL IN ALL I pray.

3 Less than Thyself will not suffice
My comfort to restore :

More than thyself I cannot crave;
And thou canst give no more.

4 Lov'd of my God, for him again
With love intense I'd burn:
Chosen of Thee, e'er time began,
I'd choose thee in return.

5 Whate'er consists not with thy love,
O teach me to resign:

I'm rich to all th' intents of bliss.
If thou, O God, art mine.

17. 8. 8. 6. Anon.

Jesus All in All.

1 COME, holy dove, direct my tongue,
And raise, O raise my feeble song,
Above this earthly ball;
High let my notes of triumph swell,
And lofty lays thy goodness tell,
My Jesus and my all!

2 Away, ye bards!-whose lewder strains,
To paint the loves of nymphs and swains,
Your am'rous muses call;

While fires impure pervade your breast,
Be mine with gratitude imprest,
That Jesus is my all.

3 Long did I walk the downward road,
Destruction's gulf, each step I trod,
Stood waiting for my fall;

Till grace divine, with lucid ray,
From midnight darkness led my way,
To Jesus and my all.

4 Bow'd down with guilt's oppressive load,
My burthen'd soul would oft to God
For peace and pardon call;

Till quite o'erwhelm'd with grief and smart,
My Saviour whisper'd to my heart,
I, Jesus, am thy all.

5 Accept, dear Lord, my humble praise;
Blest be the riches of thy grace,
Which sav'd my sinking soul.

No other comfort may I find;
May deep distress invade my mind,
When thou art not my all.

18. L. M. Smith's Col.

The banner's attractive power. John xii. 32.

1 If lifted up on high I be,

In me, said Christ, shall all men see
The great fulfilment of the law,
And to my cross all men I'll draw.

2 On Judah's height, and Canaan's shore,
And where the gospel trumpets blow,
Or where the Bethel flag was rear'd,
Then Christ on high to men appear'd.
3 And has not Jesu's cords of love,
Oft sweetly rais'd our souls above?
And does he not, e'en now, inspire
The sailor's heart with heavenly fire?

4 Then raise on high your banners still,
Let Bethel wave on ev'ry hill;
Till Christ shall reign from sea to sea,
And angels shout the Jubilee..

19. L. M. Beddome.

Bright and Morning Star. Rev. xxii. 16. 1 YE worlds of light, that roll so near The Saviour's throne of shining bliss,