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Is darkness and diftress my fhare?
At length through ev'ry cloud fhall shine.
"That Chrift is mine!"-This great requeft Grant, bounteous God,-and I am bleft!
39. C. M. COWPER.
GOD moves in a mysterious way,
His wonders to perform;
He plants his footsteps in the fea,
Deep in unfathomable mines
He treasures up his bright defigns,
Ye fearful faints, fresh courage take,
The clouds ye
Are big with mercy, and fhall break
Judge not the Lord by feeble sense,
His purposes will ripen faft,
The bud may have a bitter taste,
But fweet will be the flow'r.
Blind unbelief is fure to err,
40. S. M.
Refignation to Providence.
Y Lord knows what I want,
M He fees my helpleffnefs;
And always readier is to grant,
My fearful heart he reads,
The fictious pow'rs of chance
My life's minutest circumstance
He hears the ravens call,
Nor can his children grieve,
O might I doubt no more,
Whose wisdom, love, and truth, and pow'r,
T'accomplish his defign, The creatures all agree; And ev'ry attribute divine Is now at work for me.
The FALL and RECOVERY of MAN.
L., M. WATTS'S H.
DECEIV'D by fubtil fnares of hell
Adam our head, our father fell,
When fatan in the ferpent hid,
Death was the threat'ning, death began
But fatan found a worfe reward;
"Betwixt the woman's Seed and thee.
The woman's Seed fhall be
He fpake; and bid four thousand years
Lo, by the fons of hell he dies:
42. C. M. Altered by TOPLADY,
Original and Actual Sin.
ORD, I would spread my fore distress
Againft thy law, against thy grace,
Shou'dft thou confign my foul to hell,
And cruth my fleth to duft;
Heav'n would approve thy vengeance well,
I from the ftock of Adam came,
All my original is fhame,
And all my nature fin.
Conceiv'd and fhap'd in guilt I drew
No works nor righteousness of men
The death of Chrift fhall ftill remain
Then do not from my foul depart,
L. M. WATTS'S H.
The firft and fecond Adam.
Our guilt and our disgrace we own'; Great God! we own th' unhappy name, Whence fprung our nature and our shame.
Adam the finner at his fall,
Death, like a conqu'ror, feiz'd us all ;
But whilft our fpirits fill'd with awe,
We fing thine everlasting Son,
By the rebellion of one man
Where fin did reign and death abound,