The book of sacred song . te from sin;To good, nay, even to God akin. Is such the meaning of a name, From which a Christian shrinks with shame ? Yes, dazzled with the glorious sight, He owns his crown is all too bright! And ill might son of Adam dareAlone such honours weight to bear;But fearlessly he takes the load,United to the Son of God. 144 THE BOOK OF SACRED SONG. A Saint! Oh give me but some sign,Some seal to prove the title mine,And warmer thanks thou shalt command,Than bringing kingdoms in thine hand* Oh for an interest in that name,When hell shall ope its jaws of flame,And scorners to
The book of sacred song . te from sin;To good, nay, even to God akin. Is such the meaning of a name, From which a Christian shrinks with shame ? Yes, dazzled with the glorious sight, He owns his crown is all too bright! And ill might son of Adam dareAlone such honours weight to bear;But fearlessly he takes the load,United to the Son of God. 144 THE BOOK OF SACRED SONG. A Saint! Oh give me but some sign,Some seal to prove the title mine,And warmer thanks thou shalt command,Than bringing kingdoms in thine hand* Oh for an interest in that name,When hell shall ope its jaws of flame,And scorners to their doom be hurPd,While scorned saints shall judge the world ! How shall the name of saints be prized,Though now neglected and despised,When truth shall witness to the word,That none but saints shall see the Lord ! Marriott. MY SOUL IS EVEN AS A WEANED CHILD. ^ESUS, cast a look on me;Give me sweet simplicity ;Make me poor and keep me low,Seeking only Thee to know. Weaned from my lordly self;Weaned from the misers pelf;. PERIOD OF GEORGE III. I45 Weaned from the scorners ways,Weaned from the lust of praise. All that feeds my busy pride,Cast it evermore aside;Bid my will to Thine submit;Lay me humbly at Thy feet. Make me like a little child;Of my strength and wisdom spoiPd ;Seeing only in Thy light;Walking only in Thy might. Leaning on Thy loving breast,Where a weary soul may rest;Feeling well the peace of God,Flowing from Thy precious blood ! In this posture let me live,And Hosannas daily give;In this temper let me die,And Hosannas ever cry! Berridge. 10
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