HYMN 207.

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A PRAYER FOR A NEW SPIRIT. EZEK. XXXvi 26.

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LMIGHTY GOD of truth and love! In me thy pow'r exert; The mountain from my foul remove,] The hardness of my heart: My moft abdurate heart fubdue, In honour to thy Son, And now the gracious wonder fhew, And take away the flone.

2 I want a principle within
Of jealous, godly fear;
A fenfibility of fin,
A pain to feel it near:
I want the first approach to feel
Of pride, or vain defire,
To catch the wandrings of my will,
And quench the kindling fire.

3 From thee that I no more depart," No more thy goodness grieve; The filliol awe, the fleshly heart,

The tender concience give: Quick as the apple of an eye,

O GOD! my confcience make:
Awake my foul when fin is nigh,
And keep it ftill awake.

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HYMN 208.
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THE HEAVENLY GUEST. REV. iii. 20..
VENTANA CRIAR

ND will the LORD thus condefcend
To vifit finful worms?

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Thus at the door fhall mercy ftand
In all her winning forms?

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2 Surprizing grace!-and fhall my heart,
Unmov'd and cold remain ?
Has this hard rock no tender part?
Muft mercy plead in vain ?

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3 Shall JESUS for admiffion fur,
His charming voice unheard?
And this vile heart, his rightful due,
Remain for ever barr'd?

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'Tis fin, alas! with tyrant power
The lodging has poffefs'd;

And crowds of traitors bar the door
Against the heav'nly gueft..

5 LORD, rife in thy all conquiring grace,
Thy mighty power difplay;
One beam of glory from thy face.
Can drive my foes away.

? 6 Ye dangerous inmates, hence depart Dear Saviour entet in,

And guard the paffage to my heart,,
And keep out ev'ry fin.

HYMN 209.

WEAKNESS BEWAILED.

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HY is my heart fo far from thee, My GOD, my chief delight?. Why are my thoughts no more by day. With thee, no more by night?

Why should my foolish paffions rove? Where can fuch fweethefs be,

A; I have tafted in thy love,
As I have found in thee?

3 When my forgetful foul renews
The favour of thy grace,
My heart prefumes I cannot lose
The relifh all my days.

4 But e'er one fleeting hour is paft,
The flatt'ring world emplo ys
Some fenfual bait to feize my taste,
And to pollute my joys.
Trifles of nature or of art,
With fair delufive charms,
Intrude into my thoughtless heart,
And thruft thee from my arms.

6 Then I repent and grieve my foul,
That 1 fhou'd leave thee fo:
Where will thofe wild affection s
That let a Saviour go

7 Make hafte, my days, to reach the goal,
And bring my heart to reft
On the dear centre of my foul,
My GOD, my Saviour's breaft.

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HYMN 210

THE DANGER OF CREATURE COMFORTS.

ow vain are all things here below!
How and
falfe yer how fair!

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Each pleafure has its poifon too;
And ev'ry fweet a fnare.

2 The brightest things below the sky
Give but a flatt'ring light;
We should fufpect fome danger nigh,
When we poffefs delight,

3 Our dearest joys and nearest friends,
The partners of our biood,
How they divide our wavʼring minds,
And leave but haif for Go!

The fondness of a creature's love,

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How strong it ftrikes the fenfe?
Thither the warm affections move,
Nor can we call them thence,

5 Dear Saviour, let thy beauties be
My foul's eternal food;
And grace command my heart away
From all created good.

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HYMN 211

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SINS AND DOUBTS OVERCOME BY GRACE.

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HYdoes your face, ye humble fouls, Those mournful colours wear? What doubts are thefe that waste your faith,

And nourish your despair?

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2 What tho' your num'rous fins exceed
The ftars that fill the fkies, h
And aiming at th' eternal throne,
Like pointed mountains rife:

3 What tho' your mighty guilt beyond
The wide creation fwell,

And has its curs'd foundations laid
Low as the deeps of hell.

4 See here an endless Ocean flows
Of never-failing grace;
Behold a dying Saviour's veins
The facred flood increase:

5 It rifes high and drowns the hills,
Has neither fhore nor bound;
Now, if we fearch to find our fins,
Our fins can ne'er be found.

6 Awake, our hearts, adore the grace
That buries all our faults,
And pard'ning blood that fwells above
Our follies and our thoughts.