3 Intoxicating joys are theirs,
Who, while they boast their light,
And seem to soar above the stars,
Are plunging into night.
4 Lull d in a soft and fatal sleep,
They sin and yet rejoice ;
Were they indeed the Saviour s sheep.
Would they not hear his voice?
5 Be mine the comforts that reclaim
The soul from Satan s pow r ;
That make me blush for what I am,
And hate my sin the more.
6 Tis joy enough, my All in All,
At thy dear feet to lie ;
Thou wilt not let me lower fall,
And none^can higher fly.
70.
True and False Zeal.
1 ZEAL is that pure and heav nly flame
The fire of love supplies ;
While that which often bears the name
Is self in a disguise.
2 True zeal is merciful and mild,
Can pity and forbear ;
The false is headstrong, fierce, and wild,
And breathes revenge and war.
3 While zeal for truth the Christian warms,
He knows the worth of peace ;
But self contends for names and forms,
Its party to increase.
4 Zeal has attained its highest aim,
Its end is satisfied,
If sinners love the Saviour s name,
Nor seeks it aught beside.
5 But self, however well employ ; d,
Has its own ends in view ;
