72.
Abuse of the Gospel. C.
1 Too many, Lord, abuse thy grace,
In this licentious day ;
And while they boast they see thy face,
They turn their own away.
2 Thy book displays a gracious light.
That can the blind restore ;
But these are dazzled by the sight,
And blinded still the more.
3 The pardon such presume upon,
They do not beg but steal ;
And when they plead it at thy throne,
Oh! where s the Spirit s seal ?
4 Was it for this, ye lawless tribe,
The dear Redeemer bled ?
Is this the grace the saints imbibe
From Christ the living head ?
5 Ah, Lord ! we know thy chosen few
Are fed with heavenly fare ;
But these, the wretched husks they chew
Proclaim them what they are.
6 The liberty our hearts implore,
Is not to live in sin ;
But still to wait at Wisdom s door,
Till Mercy calls us in.
73.
The Narrow Way. C.
1 WHAT thousands never knew the road !
What thousands hate it when tis known !
None but the chosen tribes of God
Will seek or choose it for their own.
2 A thousand ways in ruin end,
One only leads to joys on high ;
By that my willing steps ascend,
Pleased with a journey to the sky.
