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BOOK I. 4 &quot; Art thou a sinner, soul?&quot; he said, &quot; Then how canst thou complain? How light thy troubles here, if weigh d With everlasting pain?

5 If thou of murm ring wouldst be cured, Compare thy griefs with mine ; Think what my love for thee endured, And thou wilt not repine.

6 Tis I appoint thy daily lot, And I do all things well: &quot; Thou soon shalt leave this wretched spot, And rise with me to dwell.

7 In life, my grace shall strength supply Proportion d to thy day ; At death, thou still shalt find me nigh, To wipe thy tears away.&quot;

8 Thus I, who once my wretched days In vain repinings spent, Taught in my Saviour s school of grace, Have learn d to be content.

1 ISR EL, in ancient days, Not only had a view Of Sinai in a blaze, But learn d the gospel too : The types and figures were a glass In which they saw a Saviour s face.

2 The paschal sacrifice, And blood be-sprinkled door, Seen with enlighten d eyes, And once applied with power, Would teach the need of other blood To reconcile an angry God.

3 The Lamb, the Dove, set forth His perfect innocence, Whose blood of matchless worth Should be the soul s defence :