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340 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.

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 ;