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Spiritual Melody

Containing near Three Hundred Sacred Hymns. By Benjamin Keach
  
  

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HYMN 98.

[How unsavoury, O Lord, are things]

Mark 9. 50. Have Salt in your selves.

[The First Part.]

How unsavoury, O Lord, are things,
Unless they salted be!
And so indeed were all our Souls,
Till seasoned by thee
With thy most sweet and precious Grace,
That is the Salt whereby
We sav'ry do become, O Lord,
Thy Salt, O then apply.
Salt is of such a quality
That it doth search each part

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Of Flesh, that it is laid upon,
So Grace searches the Heart:
The Spirit searches all deep things,
Yea, the deep things of God;
It will find out what sin in us
Doth still make its abode;
And then (like Salt) doth purge it out,
'Tis Grace which purifies
The heart and life, there is no doubt
But such, like vertue, lyes
In that most precious Grace of thine,
O then let's look and see
Whether we search'd and purged are,
And then sing praise to thee.

The Second Part.

Salt doth preserve, 'tis evident,
Both Meat and other things,
Else they'll corrupt and quickly taint;
Like Vertue also springs
From thy good Grace, 'tis that, O Lord,
Which doth preserve from sin
All graceless Sinners odious stink,
So filthy are within,
That all their inward parts corrupt,
And they like Carrion lye

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In a vile Ditch, or Common-shore,
In their iniquity.
But such in whom Gods Grace is wrought,
Grace does their Souls preserve
From sin, in heart, in life, in thought,
Uprightly God to serve.
Most sweet are they and savoury
To God and unto Men,
And all their works they have perform'd
By Grace have season'd been.

The Third Part.

Salt is of universal use,
There's nothing Men want more;
Without God's Grace there's none can live,
Let them be rich or poor.
Such absolute need have we thereof,
Without it can't live here
A holy life; nor can we stand
When Jesus doth appear.
All ranks of Men both high and low,
Both Kings and Peasants too,
Must salted be with Grace on Earth,
Or down to Hell must go;
In ev'ry state, where-er'e they be,
By Sea as well as Land,
They Grace do need continually
If sin they would withstand:

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Our speech, and all that we do say,
Must season'd be with Salt;
Or else our words and breath will stink,
And all be good for nought.

The Fourth Part.

Salt, Naturalists do oft declare,
Is good against the stings
Of Serpents; and does Worms destroy
Which from Corruption springs.
Grace is a sovereign remedy
Against the sting within;
And kills the Worm of Conscience too,
The product 'tis of sin:
Sin is a thing most venomous,
A sting it is likewise
Of the old Serpent, and 'tis worse
Than what in Poyson lyes:
This kills the Soul and Body too,
And poysons ev'ry part;
And doth corrupt each faculty
Of ev'ry Sinners heart.
Salt was of use under the Law;
For ev'ry Sacrifice
Must salted be, and so must we
Before All-seeing Eyes:
Yea, ev'ry Prayer and Offering
That's offered up on high;

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Your Duties all must season'd be
With Grace continually.
But other Salt, if Meat do stink,
It can't it sav'ry make,
But Grace will such recover who
Most filthy ways do take,
And in God's Nostrils loathsom are,
Yet Grace will sweeten them;
Nay, they will such a savour bear
He'll highly such esteem.

The Fifth Part.

But we, alas, do often see
Salt lofe its savour may;
Or things may over-salted be,
If too much on they lay:
But Grace in both these things excells,
Its savour cannot lose;
Nor can we have of it too much,
Most savoury are all those
Who most are salted with this Salt,
O therefore loudly cry
For Grace good store, and do not fear,
God will your wants supply.
Then sing forth Praises to the Lord
With Grace in all your hearts,
And see that you well-season'd are
In all your inward parts.