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2"Oh! let me die, said he,

The death the righteous do;
When life is ended, let me be

Found with the faithful few."

3 The force of truth, how great! When enemies confess,

None but the righteous, whom they hate,
A solid hope possess.

4 But Balaam's wish was vain,
His heart was insincere:
He thirsted for unrighteous gain,
And sought a portion here.

5 He seem'd the Lord to know,
And to offend him loth;
But Mammon prov'd his overthrow,
For none can serve them both.

6 May you, my friends, and I,
Warning from hence receive;

If like the righteous we would die,
To choose the life they live.

56. L. M. J. E.

"To die is gain." Phil. i. 21.

1 TO die-important thought!-to die,
Perhaps to me the time is nigh;

This day, this hour, this moment may
The Lord command my soul away.

2 To die-and part with all below,
And to a world of spirits go!
Important change-how vast the thought!
Shall I to glory then be brought?

S To die-Great God! and am I meet
To stand before thy judgment seat?
When I before thy bar appear,
O! shall I find acceptance there?

4 To die-will death to me be gain?
Shall I eternal life obtain ?

Shall I appear before the throne,

To tell the wonders Christ hath done?

5 To die-dear Lord! my soul prepare,
Let me thy sacred image bear!
Pardon and cleanse me by thy blood,
Then shall I be at peace with God.

6 To die-shall then be gain to me!
My spirit then shall Jesus see,
And join with thousands gone before,
His love and mercy to adore.

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1 TEN thousand talents once I ow'd,
And nothing had to pay;

But Jesus freed me from the load,
And wash'd my debt away.

2 Yet since the Lord forgave my sin,
And blotted out my score;
Much more indebted I have been,
Than e'er I was before.

3 The love I owe for sin forgiv'n,
For power to believe,

For present peace, and promis'd heav'n,
No angel can conceive.

4 That love of thine! thou sinner's friend! Witness my bleeding heart!

My little all can ne'er extend

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To pay a thousandth part.

5 Nay more, the poor returns I make
I first from thee obtain ;

And 'tis of grace, that thou wilt take
Such poor returns again.

6 "Tis well-it shall my glory be
(Let who will boast' their store)

In time, and to eternity,

To owe thee more and more.

58. 7s. Montgomery.

Dedicating the heart to God.

1 FATHER of eternal grace,
Glorify thyself in me,

Sweetly beaming in my face,
May the world thine image see.

2 Happy only in thy love,
Poor, unfriended and unknown,
Fix my thoughts on things above,
Stay my heart on thee alone.

3 Humble, holy, all resign'd,

To thy will-thy will be done!
Give me, Lord, the perfect mind
Of thy well-beloved Son.

4 Counting gain and glory loss,
May I tread the path he trod,
Die with Jesus on the cross,
Rise with him to thee my God.

59. L. M. Rippon's Selection.

Entire dedication.

1 EMPTY'D of earth, I fain would be,
Of sin, of self, of all but thee;
Reserved for Christ, that bled and died,
Surrender'd to the crucify'd!

2 Sequester'd from the noise and strife,
The lust, the pomp, and pride of life;
Prepar'd for Heaven, my noblest care,
And have my conversation there.

3 Nothing, save Jesus, would I know! My friend, and my companion thou; Lord, take my heart-assert thy right, And put all other loves to flight.

4 Each idol tread beneath thy feet,
And to thyself the conquest get:
Let sin no more oppose my Lord,
Slain by thy Spirit's two-edged sword.

5 Detach from sublunary joys

One that would only hear thy voice,
Thy beauty see, thy grace admire,
Nor glow but with celestial fire.

6 Larger communion let me prove

With thee, blest object of my love:
But, oh! for this no power have I;
My strength is at thy feet to lie.

60. L. M. 107th Psalm. Watts.

Deliverance from storms and shipwrecks.

1 WOULD you behold the works of God,
His wonders in the world abroad,
Go with the mariners, and trace
The unknown regions of the seas.

2 They leave their native shores behind,
And seize the favour of the wind,
Till God command, and tempests rise
That heave the ocean to the skies.

3 Now to the heavens they mount amain,
Now sink to dreadful deeps again;
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