2 If yet, while Pardon may be found 3 When thou o Lord fhalt stand disclos'd And fit in Judgment on my foul, 4 O may my broken, contrite Heart 5 Behold the Sorrows of my Heart, And hear my Saviour's dying Groans 6 For never shall my foul despair I Who knows thy only Son has died, XI. Chrift's Compaffion to the Tempted. WIth WIth Joy we meditate the Grace Of our high Priest above; His Heart is made of Tenderness, His Bowels melt with Love. 2 Touch'd with a Sympathy within 3 He in the Days of feeble Flesh 4 He'll never quench the smoaking Flax But raise it to a Flame, The bruised Reed he never breaks 5 Then let our humble Faith address XII. Frailty. I L Ord, how in Silence I despise 2 Hence painted Duft, and gilded Clay ! 3 But when abroad at once I view Both the World's Hofts and thine, 4 Loft my Refolves, my Scorn is past, 5 O brook not this! Let not thy Foes 9 O hear my juft, tho' late Request, I XIII. Unfruitfulness. Ong have I fat beneath the Sound But ftill how weak my Faith is found 2 Oft I frequent thy holy Place; 3 My gracious Saviour and my God 4 How cold and feeble is my Love! How low my hope of Joys above! 5 Great God, thy fovereign Power impart, 6 Shew my forgetful Feet the way I That leads to Joys on high, There Knowledge grows without Decay TH XIV. From the German. Hou Lamb of God, thou Prince of Peace, 2 With fraudless, even, humble Mind 3 When Pain o'er my weak Flesh prevails 4 Close by thy Side ftill may I keep, 5 Thou, Lord, the dreadful Fight hast won 6 So when on Sion thou shalt stand, XV. I XV. Faith in Christ. HOw fad our State by Nature is, Our Sin how deep it stains! 2 But there's a Voice of fovereign Grace 3 My Soul obeys th'Almighty Call I wou'd believe thy Promise, Lord! 4 To the bleft Fountain of thy Blood, Here let me wash my spotted Soul 5 Stretch out thy Arm, victorious King, Drive the old Dragon from his Seat A guilty, weak and helpless Worm Be thou my Strength and Righteousness, WIth XVI. Ith bended Knees and aking Eyes To |