On Wycliffe, the Morning Star of the Reformation
When papal darkness over our isleIts dim diffusion spread,Then Romish priests, by subtle wiles,The ignorant misled. Then gospel light did faintly shine,And few beheld its rays,Till mercy shot her beams divine,And did a Wycliffe raise.
Thoughts on a transient sight of God in his holiness and purity
When thou dost lead me forth, O Lord,To take a view of thee,To see the beauty of thy word,Thy fixed and firm decree: To see thy holiness so bright,That far outshines the sun,Exceeds the glory of that light,Which through the world doth run,
The convinced sinner imploring the Spirit of adoption
Lord, could I lift a filial eyeBefore thy throne of grace,And, Abba Father, humbly cry,And see thy smiling face, How would it raise my groveling mindFrom all things here below!I’ll gladly leave the world behind,And to thine altar go.
Beware the Church of Rome
Surely, when the mind of God about idolatry is so plainly revealed to us in His Word, it seems the height of infatuation in anyone to join a church so steeped in idolatries as the Church of Rome.
The convinced sinner fleeing to Christ
Lord, having broke thy holy law,I blush and am ashamed.My frozen heart begins to thaw,And I am self-condemned. But in the volume of thy wordI see some sweet relief:I would believe thy gospel, Lord,Help thou my unbelief!
An evening hymn
To the dear Guardian of my hours,An evening song shall rise;Assist me, ye celestial powers,And bless this sacrifice. Thy mercies, Lord, are ever new,Thy goodness, O how great!Who can refund the honours due,Or equal thanks repeat?
