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And give the bleffings of his love,
When humble fouls draw near.

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!
To thee, against myself to thee,
A worm of earth, I cry:

An half-awaken'd child of man,
An heir of endless bliss or pain;

A finner born to die.

II.

Lo! on a narrow neck of land,
'Twixt two unbounded feas I ftand,
But how infenfible!

A point of time, a moment's space,
Removes me to yon heav'nly place,

Or finks me down to hell!

III.

O God, mine inmoft foul convert;
Eternal things deep on my heart

In all their pow'r impress;

Give me to feel their folemn weight,
To tremble on the brink of fate,

And wake to righteousness!

IV.

Before me place, in dread array,
The pomp of that tremendous day,

When thou with clouds fhalt come

To judge the nations at thy bar;
And tell me, Lord, fhall I be there
To meet a joyful doom?

V.

Be this my one great business here,
With ferious industry and fear
My future blifs t' insure!

Thy holy counsel to fulfil,
To fuffer all thy righteous will,

And to the end endure!

VI.

Then, Saviour, then my foul receive,
Transported from this vale to live,

And reign with thee above;

Where faith is fweetly loft in fight,
And hope in full fupreme delight,
And everlasting love.

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
In trefpaffes and fins.

II.

Ah, whither fhall I fly?

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I hear the thunder roar;
The law proclaims deftruction nigh,
And vengeance at the door.

III.

When I review my ways,
I dread impending doom;
But fure a friendly whifper fays,
"Flee from the wrath to come."

IV.

I fee, or think I fee,

A glimm'ring from afar;
A beam of day that shines for me,
To fave me from despair.

V.

Fore-runner of the fun,
It marks the pilgrim's way;
I'll gaze upon it while I run,
And watch the rifing day.

XLIX. A Sinner's Prayer. P. M.

I.

GOD of my falvation, hear,

And help me to believe;

Simply do I now draw near,
Thy bleffing to receive:
Full of guilt, alas! I am;

But to thy wounds for refuge flee':
Friend of finners, fpotlefs Lamb,
Thy blood was fhed for me.

II.

Nothing have I, Lurd, to pay,
Nor can thy grace procure;
Empty send me not away,

For I, thou know'ft, am poor;
Duft and ashes is my name,
My all is fin and mifery;
Friend of finners, fpotlefs Lamb,
Thy blood was fhed for me.

III.

Without money, without price,
I come thy love to buy;
From myself I turn my eyes,
The chief of finners I:

Take, O take me as I am,
And let me lose myself in thee;

Friend of finners, fpotlefs Lamb,
Thy blood was fhed for me.

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,
Nor in the balances my doings weigh:
But let me refuge in my Saviour find,
And hide me in him at the awful day!

IV.

I blush as I approach thee, and confefs
My wicked life, my fhame, and nakedness:

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