I know a poorer finner than I am, V. Yet vile and filthy as I am I come, Thy gracious Spirit faith, "There fill is room," Thro' all my guilt I make this pow'rful plea, Our Saviour dy'd to ransom such as me. VI. This makes me hope, yet makes my fhame increase, How could I grieve fuch love, or friend O cover all my fins in thy long veft, THOU, whose tender mercy hears cry; Whose hand, indulgent, wipes the tears II. See, low before thy throne of grace, Thyfelf haft bid me feek thy face; And fhall my guilty fears prevail To drive me from thy feet? Thy word of promife cannot fail, My tow'r of fafe retreat. IV. Absent from Thee, my guide, my light, V. O fhine on this benighted heart, LII. The Refolution. P. M. 1. AVIOUR, canft thou love a traitor? SAVI Canft thou love a child of wrath? Can a hell-deferving creature II. Is thy blood fo efficacious, As to make my nature clean? III. Sin on ev'ry hand furrounds me, IV. Here then is my refolution, V. Now deny thy grace and mercy, VI. If I meet with condemnation, LIII. Power of the Redeemer's looks. P. M. I. ESUS, let thy pitying eye JEST Call back a wand'ring sheep: Falfe to thee like Peter, I Would fain like Peter weep: On me be all long-fuff'ring fhown, II. Saviour! Prince! enthron'd above, Give me through thy dying love, III. See me, Saviour, from above, Drop from thy gracious eye: And let thy mercy melt me down- LIV. Holy reafoning. P. M. I. ESUS, Friend of finners, hear A feeble creature pray: From iny debt of fin fet clear II. Though my fins as mountains rife, And I fhall ftand forgiv❜n: But greater is thy mercy's flore! Love me freely, &c. III. From th' oppreffive sense of fin Holy Spirit fhed thy grace, And let me feel the foft'ning fhow'r: |