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Page 170 I patiently submit; For thee if I must work no more, For thee I suffer, and adore In silence at thy feet. "The barrel of meal wasted not, neither did the cruse of oil fail." I. Kings xvii. 16. That thy stock may never cease, That thy little may increase, Gladly of that little give, Poor thyself, the poor relieve; The great prophet entertain, Sure eternally to gain All the infinite reward, All the glory of thy Lord. "Art thou come to call my sin to remembrance, and to slay my son?" I. Kings xvii. 18. To bring my former sins to mind, My comforts, Lord, thou dost remove, Revoke thy gifts, severely kind, And chasten me in jealous love: The father's sin hath slain the son: And if it still my offspring slays, Deep humbled in the dust I own Righteous and good are all thy ways! "He stretched himself upon the child." I. Kings xvii. 21. 'Tis thus the Lord my God descends To raise a sinner from the dead, His goodness over me extends, And covers with his Spirit's shade, Himself (amazing grace!) applies, Inspires me with celestial powers, And bids my quicken'd spirit rise, And to my Father's arms restores. Page 171 "The fire of the Lord fell and consumed the burnt-sacrifice, and the wood, and the stones, and the dust, and licked up the water." I. Kings xviii. 38. Without that sin-consuming fire, The priests of Baal pray in vain, And teach, as taught by the old liar, "Sin cannot be consum'd in man!" But who Elijah's God believe, And wait his coming from above, We shall the Holy Ghost receive, The Spirit pure of burning love. "The fire of the Lord fell and consumed the burnt-sacrifice, and the wood, and the stones, and the dust, and licked up the water." I. Kings xviii. 38. Thou God, that answerest by fire, On thee in Jesu's name we call, Fulfil our faithful heart's desire, And let on us thy Spirit fall: Bound on that altar of thy cross Our old offending nature lies; Now for the honour of thy cause Come, and consume the sacrifice.