But, through thy free goodness, my spirits revive, And He that firft made me, ftill keeps me alive. III. Whene'er I mistake, thy kind mercy begins To melt me, and then I can mourn for my fins; And led by the Spirit to Jefus's blood, renew'd. IV. Thy mercy is more than a match for my heart, Which wonders to feel its own hardness depart; Diffolv'd by thy fun-fhine, I fall to the ground, And weep to the praife of the mercy I found. V. Thy mercy is endless, most tender, and free; No finner need doubt, fince 'tis given to me: No merit will buy it, nor fears stop its course; Good works are the fruits of its freeness and force. VI. Thy mercy in Jefus exempts me from hell; Of mercy I'll fing, of thy mercy I'll tell; 'Twas Jefus my friend, when he hung on the tree, That open'd the channel of mercy for me. VII. Great Father of mercies thy goodness I own, And the cov❜nant-love of thy crucify'd Son; All praise to the Spirit, whose whisper divine Seals mercy, and pardon, and righteousness, mine. LXXI. The pardoning God. P. M. I. GREAT God of wonders! all thy ways Are matchlefs, God-like, and divine! But the fair glories of thy grace More God-like and unrivall'd shine; II. Crimes of fuch horror to forgive, And none fhall in the honour share. Who is a pard'ning God like Thee? III. Angels and men, refign your claim In wonder loft, with trembling joy, Pardon that flows through Jesus' blood, V. O may this ftrange this matchlefs grace, Fill the wide earth with grateful praife, LXXII. Happiness only in Chrift. 75. G I. ROUND, O ground me on the Lamb, Other Saviours I difclaim: Fix my heart on him to stay, Fix it, Lord, without delay. II. Empty is created good, I want more fubftantial food: III. In thy prefence may I dwell, IV. While I traverse here beneath, Thy kind influence on me breathe; And thy righteousness bring near. V. Grant me ftill in grace to grow, LXXIII. Meeknefs and Humility. 75. I. LORD, if Thou thy grace impart, Poor in fpirit, meek in heart, I fhall as my Master be, II. From the time that this I know, III. Simple, teachable, and mild, IV. Father, fix my foul on Thee, Nothing want beneath, above, V. O! that all may feek and find |