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LXXIV. The Convert. P. M,

I.

WHEN with my mind devoutly preft,

Dear Saviour, my revolving breast
Would paft offences trace:

Trembling, I make the black review,
Yet pleas'd, behold, admiring too,
The pow'r of changing grace.

II.

This tongue, with blafphemies defil'd,
These feet to erring paths beguil'd,
In heav'nly league agree:

Who could believe fuch lips could praise,
Or think my dark and winding ways
Should ever lead to Thee?

III.

These eyes, that once abus'd their fight,
Now lift to Thee their wat'ry light,
And weep a filent flood;

Thefe hands afcend in ceafelefs pray'r,
O wash away the ftains they wear,
In thy redeeming blood!

IV.

Thefe ears, that pleas'd, could entertain
The midnight oath, the luftful ftrain,

When round the feftal board;

Now deaf to all th' enchanting noise,
Avoid the throng, deteft the joys,
And press to hear thy word.

V.

Thus art Thou ferv'd in ev'ry part;
O would't Thou more transform my heart,
This droffy thing refine;

That grace might nature's ftrength controul,
And a new creature, body, foul,
Be, Lord, for ever thine,

LXXV. Thanks for preferving Grace. P. M

I.

LORD, and am I yet alive!

Not in torments, not in hell!
Still doth thy good Spirit ftrive,
With the chief of finners dwell!
Yes, I ftill lift up mine eyes,
Will not of thy love despair,

Still in fpite of fin I rife,

Still to call Thee mine I dare.

II.

O the length of boundless love!
Jefu, Saviour, can it be?

All thy mercy's height I prove,
All its depth is feen in me!
O the miracle of grace!

Tell it out to finners tell!
Men, and fiends, and angels gaze
I am, I am out of hell!

III.

Turn afide, a fight t' admire,
I the living wonder am!
See a bufh that burns with fire,

Unconfum'd amidst the flame!
See a flone that hangs in air!
See a spark in ocean dwell!
Kept alive with death fo near,
Ι am, I am out of hell!

LXXVI. Farewell to the World. P. M.

ན.

WORLD, adieu! thou real cheat,

Oft have thy deceitful charms
Fill'd my heart with fond conceit,
Foolish hopes and falfe alarms;
Now I fee as clear as day,
How thy follies pafs away.

II.

Vain thy entertaining fights,
Falfe thy promifes renew'd,
All the pomp of thy delights
Does but flatter and delude;
Thee I quit for heav'n above,
Object of the nobleft love.

III.

Foolish vanity, farewell,

More inconftant than the wave! Where the foothing fancies dwell, Pureft tempers they deprave: He, to whom I fly from thee, Jefus Chrift, fhall fet me free.

IV.

Let not, Lord, my wand'ring mind
Follow after fleeting toys,

Since in Thee alone I find
Solid and fubftantial joys;
Joys that never over-past,
Through eternity fhall laft.

V.

Lord, how happy is the heart,
After Thee while it aspires!
True and faithful as Thou art,
Thou shalt anfwer its defires:

It fhall fee the glorious scene
Of thine everlafting reign.

LXXVII. The grateful language of Faith.

WH

P. M.

I.

HAT fhall we render unto Thee,
Thou glorious Lord of life and pow'r!

Teach us to bow the humble knee;
Teach us with thankfulness t' adore;
To praife Thee as thy faints above;
To praise Thee for thy wond'rous love.

II.

When like loft fheep we wander'd wide,
And left the watchful fhepherd's eye;
When borne along th' impetuous tide
Of this world's fin and vanity;

Our Jefus from the heav'ns came down,
To fave us by his grace alone.

III.

He bore our fins upon the tree,
(To feek and fave the loft he came)
There was he bound to fet us free

From death and everlasting fhame:

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