And give the bleffings of his love, VI. Then knock at mercy's gate, Defpair not, but believe; And ftill with expectation wait, Till God the token give. XLVII. Prayer for Serioufnefs. P. M. TH I. HOU God of glorious majesty! An half-awaken'd child of man, A finner born to die. II. Lo! on a narrow neck of land, A point of time, a moment's space, Or finks me down to hell! III. O God, mine inmoft foul convert; In all their pow'r impress; Give me to feel their folemn weight, And wake to righteousness! IV. Before me place, in dread array, When thou with clouds fhalt come To judge the nations at thy bar; V. Be this my one great business here, Thy holy counsel to fulfil, And to the end endure! VI. Then, Saviour, then my foul receive, And reign with thee above; Where faith is fweetly loft in fight, XLVIII. Terror from the Law, and Hope from the Gofpel. S. M. I. Y former hopes are dead, MY My terror now begins; I feel, alas! that I am dead II. Ah, whither fhall I fly? I hear the thunder roar; III. When I review my ways, IV. I fee, or think I fee, A glimm'ring from afar; V. Fore-runner of the fun, XLIX. A Sinner's Prayer. P. M. I. GOD of my falvation, hear, And help me to believe; Simply do I now draw near, But to thy wounds for refuge flee': II. Nothing have I, Lurd, to pay, For I, thou know'ft, am poor; III. Without money, without price, Take, O take me as I am, Friend of finners, fpotlefs Lamb, L. Pleading with God for mercy. P. M. I. RIGHTEOUS art thou, O God, yet let me plead, Permit the vileft of the fallen race, To tell his fin, and bow his guilty head, Before thy mercy-feat, thy throne of grace. II. As numerous as the ftars, or countless fands, My faults, backflidings, and tranfgreffions are; Yet look upon my Saviour's bleeding hands, My pardon, Lord, my pardon's written there. III. Bring not in judgment me, nor call to mind, IV. I blush as I approach thee, and confefs |