I cannot trust my treacherous heart,

I shall myself betray;

I must be lost, if Thou depart,
A final castaway.

I feel within me unsubdued
A cursed, carnal will :

It hates and starts from all that 's good,
And cleaves to all that 's ill.

My soul could yield to every vice
And passion in excess ;
My soul to all the height could rise
Of daring wickedness.

The blackest crime upon record
I freely could commit,
The sins by nature most abhorred
My nature could repeat.

I could the devil's law receive,
Unless restrained by Thee;

I could, (Good God!) I could believe
The HORRIBLE DECREE.

I could believe that God is Hate,
The God of Love and grace
Did damn, pass by, and reprobate
The most of human race.

Farther than this I cannot go,
Till Tophet take me in;
But O forbid that I should know
This mystery of sin!

Jesu, to Thee for help I fly;
Support my soul, and guide;
Keep as the apple of an eye,
Under Thy shadow hide.

Withhold my foot from every snare,
From every sin defend;
Throughout the way my spirit bear,
And bring me to the end.

Wisdom and strength to Thee belong,
Folly and sin is mine:

But out of weakness make me strong,
But in my darkness shine.

My strength will I ascribe to Thee,
My wisdom from above,
And praise to all eternity

Thine all-redeeming Love.

Hymns on God's Everlasting Love, 1756.

PREDESTINATION.

O ALL-ATONING Lamb,
O Saviour of mankind,
If every soul may in Thy Name
With me salvation find;

If Thou hast chosen me
To testify Thy grace,
(That vast unfathomable sea
Which covers all our race):

Equip me for the war,

And teach my hands to fight; My simple, upright heart prepare, And guide my words aright. Control my every thought;

My whole of self remove;

Let all my works in Thee be wrought, Let all be wrought in love.

O arm me with the mind,
Meek Lamb, that was in Thee!
And let my knowing zeal be joined
To fervent charity.

With calm and tempered zeal
Let me enforce Thy call,

And vindicate Thy gracious Will,
Which offers life to all.

O do not let me trust
In any arm but Thine!
Humble, O humble to the dust
This stubborn soul of mine.
Cast all my reeds aside,

Captivate every thought,

And drain me of my strength and pride, And bring me down to nought.

Thou dost not stand in need Of me to prop Thy cause, To assert Thy general grace, or spread The victory of Thy Cross. A feeble thing of nought, With humble shame I own, The help which upon earth is wrought, Thou dost it all alone.

Little, and base, and mean,
And vile in mine own eyes,

A lump of misery and sin,
At Thy command I rise.
I rise at Thy command,
I answer to Thy call,
A witness of Thy grace I stand,
Thy grace which is for all.

may
I love like Thee,
And in Thy footsteps tread!

Thou hatest all iniquity,

But nothing Thou hast made.
O may I learn Thy art,
With meekness to reprove;
To hate the sin with all my heart,
But still the sinner love.

Increase (if that can be)
The perfect hate I feel

To Satan's HORRIBLE DECREE,
That genuine child of hell;
Which feigns Thee to pass by
The most of Adam's race,

And leave them in their blood to die, Shut out from saving grace.

To most, as devils teach,

(Get thee behind me, fiend !) To most Thy mercies never reach, Whose mercies never end. "Millions of souls Thy will Delighted to ordain

Inevitable death to feel,

And everlasting pain."

In vain Thy written. Word
The hellish tale gainsays,

Bids all receive their common Lord,

And offers all Thy grace.