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344 1 GRACE, triumphant in the throne, Scorns a rival, reigns alone ; Come and bow beneath her sway, Cast your idol-works away. Works of man, when made his plea, Never shall accepted be ; Fruits of pride (vain-glorious worm) Are the best he can perform.

2 Self, the god his soul adores, Influences all his pow rs ; Jesus is a slighted name, Self-advancement all his aim: But when God the Judge shall come, To pronounce the final doom, Then for rocks and hills to hide All his works and all his pride !

3 Still the boasting heart replies, What, the worthy and the wise, Friends to temperance and peace, Have not these a righteousness ? Banish every vain pretence Built on human excellence ; Perish every thing in man, But the grace that never can.

1 SIN, when view d by Scripture light, Is a horrid, hateful sight ; But when seen in Satan s glass, Then it wears a pleasing face.

2 When the gospel-trumpet sounds, When I think how grace abounds, When I feel sweet peace within, Then I d rather die than sin.