3 No more I ask or hope to find
Delight or happiness below ;
Sorrow may well possess the mind
That feeds where thorns and thistles grow.
4 The joy that fades is not for me,
I seek immortal joys above ;
There glory without end shall be
The bright reward of faith and love.
5 Cleave to the world, ye sordid worms,
Contented lick your native dust ;
But God shall fight with all his storms,
Against the idol of your trust.
74.
Dependence. C.
1 To keep the lamp alive,
With oil we fill the bowl;
Tis water makes the willow thrive,
And grace that feeds the soul.
2 The Lord s unsparing hand
Supplies the living stream ;
It is not at our own command,
But still derived from him.
3 Beware of Peter s word,
Nor confidently say,
" I never will deny thee, Lord,
But grant I never may,
4 Man s wisdom is to seek
His strength in God alone ;
And even an angel would be weak
Who trusted in his own.
5 Retreat beneath his wings,
And in his grace confide ;
This more exalts the King of kings
Than all your works beside.
6 In Jesus is our store,
Grace issues from his throne ;
Whoever says, " I want no more, "
Confesses he has none.
