3 LORD, I am fick, my fickness cure;
I want, do thou enrich the poor:
Under thy mighty hand I stoop,
O lift the abject finner up.
4 LORD, I am blind, be thou my fight; LORD, I am weak, be thou my might; An helper of the helpless be,
And let me find my ALL in thee.
My LORD, what must I do?
Only thou the way canft shew
Thou canft fave me in this hour;
I have neither will nor pow'r:
GOD if over all thou art,
Greater than the finful heart;
Let it now on me be fhewn,
Take away the heart of ftone.
2 Take away my darling fin,
Make me willing to be clean;
Make me willing to receive
What thy goodness waits to give:
Force me, LORD, with all to part,
Tear all idols from my heart;
Let thy pow'r on me be fhewn,
Take away the heart of ftone.
3 JESU', mighty to renew,
Work in me to will and do;
Turn my nature's rapid tide,
Stem the torrent of my pride;
Stop the whirlwind of my will;
Bid corruptions, LORD, be ftill:
Now thy love almighty shew,
Make e'en me a creature new.
4 Arm of GoD, thy ftrength put on,
Bow the heavens, and come down;
All mine unbelief o'erthrow,
Lay th' afpiring mountain low;
Conquer thy worst foe in me,
Get thyself the victory;
Save the vileft of the race,
Force me to be fav'd by grace.
HYMN 45.
THE PRESSURE OF SIN.
That my load of fin were gone!
O that I cou'd at laft fubmit,
At Jesu's feet to lay it down,
To lay my foul at JESU's feet!
2 When shall mine eyes behold the Lamb,
The GoD of my falvation fee!
Weary, O LORD, thou know'st I am;
Yet ftill I cannot come to thee.
Reft for my foul I long to find;
Saviour, if mine indeed thou art,
Give me thy meek and lowly mind,
And ftamp thine image on my heart.
4 I would, but thou must give the pow'r,
My heart from ev'ry fin release;
Bring near, bring near the joyful hour,
And fill me with thy heav'nly peace.
5 Come, LORD, the drooping finner chear,
Let not my JESUS long delay;
Appear, in my hard heart appear,
My GoD, my Saviour, come away!
What fhall I do my Saviour to praise, So faithful and true,fo plenteous in grace; So ftrong to deliver, fo good to redeem The weakest believer that hangs upon him? 2 How happy the man whose heart is set free, The people that can be joyful in thee! Their joy is to walk in the light of thy
And ftill they are talking of Jesus's grace. 3 Their daily delight fhall be in thy name; They fhall as their right thy righteousness claim;
Thy righteoufnefs wearing, and cleans'd
by thy blood,
Bold fhall they appear in the prefence of
Gop.
4 For thou art their boaft, their glory and
And I also trust to see the glad hour,
My foul's new creation, a life from the dead,
The day of falvation, that lifts up my head.
5 Yes, LORD, fhall fee the blifs of thine own;
Thy mercy to me fhall foon be made
For forrow and fadness, I joy fhall receive, And share in the gladnefs of all that believe.
HE Voice of my Beloved founds
Over the rocks and rifing grounds;
O'er hills of guilt, and feas of grief,
He leaps, he flies to my relief.
2 Now thro' the veil of flesh I see,
With eyes of love he looks on me;
Now in the Gofpel's clearest glafs,
He fhews the beauties of his face.
3 Gently he draws my heart along
Both with his beauties and his tongue;
Rife, faith my LORD, and come away,
"No mortal joys are worth thy stay.'
Lo glad I come; and thou, bleft Lamb,
Shalt take me to thee as I am;
Nothing but fin I thee can give,
Nothing but love fhall I receive.
3 LORD, I am fick, my fickness cure;
I want, do thou enrich the poor:
Under thy mighty hand I stoop,
O lift the abject finner up.
4 LORD, I am blind, be thou my fight; LORD, I am weak, be thou my might; An helper of the helpless be,
And let me find my ALL in thee.
44: THE SAME.
1 My LORD, what muft I do?
Only thou the way canft fhew
Thou canst fave me in this hour;
I have neither will nor pow'r:
GOD if over all thou art,
Greater than the finful heart;
Let it now on me be fhewn,
Take away the heart of ftone.
2 Take away my darling fin,
Make me willing to be clean;
Make me willing to receive
What thy goodness waits to give:
Force me, LORD, with all to part,
Tear all idols from my heart;
Let thy pow'r on me be fhewn,
Take away the heart of stone.
3 JESU', mighty to renew,
Work in me to will and do;
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