2 But when he goes without constraint,
And wanders from his home,
Although withdrawn, tis but a feint,
He means again to come.
3 Some outward change perhaps is seen
If Satan quit the place ;
But though the house seem swept and clean.
Tis destitute of grace.
4 Except the Saviour dwell and reign
Within the sinner s mind,
Satan, when he returns again,
Will easy entrance find.
5 With rage and malice sevenfold
He then resumes his sway ;
No more by checks to be control d,
No more to go away.
6 The sinner s former state was bad,
But worse the latter far ;
He lives possessed, blind, and mad,
And dies in dark despair.
7 Lord, save me from this dreadful end !
And from this heart of mine
drive and keep away the fiend
Who fears no voice but thine.
85.
The Sower.—Matt, xiii, 3. C.
1 YE sons of earth, prepare the plough,
Break up your fallow ground !
The sower is gone forth to sow,
And scatter blessings round.
2 The seed that finds a stony soil
Shoots forth a hasty blade ;
But ill repays the sower s toil,
Soon wither d, scorch d, and dead.
3 The thorny ground is sure to baulk
All hopes of harvest there ;
