OW fhall I dare approach the Lord,
And bow before his throne?

HOW

Or how procure his kind regard,
And for my guilt atone?

Shall altars flame, and victims bleed,

And fpicy fumes afcend?

Will these my earnest with fucceed,
And make my God, my Friend?

Should thousand rams in flames expire,
Would these his favor buy?
Or oil, that should for holy fire,
Ten thousand ftreams fupply?

With trembling hands and bleeding heart
Should I my offspring flay;
Would this a cheerful hope impart,
Or purge my guilt away?

Ah! no, my foul, 'twere fruitless all,
Such victims bleed in vain;

No fatlings, from the field nor ftall,
Such favor can obtain.

None, but a dying Savior's blood,
Can all thy guilt remove:

This plead, my foul, before thy God,:
And fing redeeming love.

91. L. M. STEELE. S

Life and Safety in Chrift alone.

HOU only Sov'reign of my heart,

T My Refuge, my Almighty Friend

And can my foul from thee depart, af
On whom alone my hopes depend?^

Whither, ah! whither fall I go, i
A wretched wand'rer from my Lord?
Can this dark world of fin and woe
One glimpse of happinefs afford?

Eternal life thy words impart,

On thefe my fainting fpirit lives Here sweeter comforts cheer my heart,H Than all the round of nature gives.

Let earth's alluring joys combine,

While thou art near, în vain they call; One fmile, one blifsful smile of thine, I' My deareft Lord, outweighs them all.

Thy name my inmoft pow'rs adore
Thou art my life my joy my care

T

Depart from thee-'tis death,tis more! 'Tis endlefs ruin, deep defpair! da

Low at thy feet my foul would lie,
Here fafety dwells, and peace divine;
Still let me live beneath thine eye,
For life, eternal life is thine.14.90

A

WAKE, my heart, arise my tongue,
Prepare a tuneful voice,

In God, the life of all my joys,

Aloud will I rejoice.

'Tis he adorn'd my naked foul,

And made falvation mine; Upon a poor polluted worm

He makes his graces shine.

And left the shadow of a spot,
Should on my foul be found,
He took the robe the Savior wrought,
And caft it all around.

How far the heavenly robe exceeds,
What earthly princes wear!
These ornaments how bright they fhine!
How white the garments are!

The Spirit wrought my faith and love,
And hope, and ev'ry grace;
But Jefus fpent his life to work
The robe of righteoufnefs.

Strangely, my foul, art thou array'd
By the great facred Three !
In fweeteft harmony of praife
Let all thy pow'rs agree.

93. C. M. TOPLADY'S Col:

JEST

Sanctification.

TESUS, my Life, thyfelf apply,
Thy quick'ning Spirit breathe:

My vile affections crucify,

Conform me to thy death."

Conqu'ror of hell, and earth, and fin,
Thy work in me revive:
Poffets my foul, and reign within,
And kill, and make alive.

More of thy life I wish to have, Musi

And thirst for fresh fupplies:

Bury me, Savior, in thy grave,
That I with thee may rife.

Rule in me, Lord; thy foes controul,
Which would not own thy fway:
Diffuse thy likeness through my foul,
Shine to the perfect day.

O fave me from the pow'r of fin,
And feal me thine abode;

Thine Image ftamp, and make me fhine
A temple meet for God.

My inward holiness thou art,
Almighty to refine :

With all thy, fulness fill my heart,
"Till all my heart is thine!

94. S. M. MORTON'S Col...s
Perfeverance.

HO' earth and fatan rage,

Chrift doth their pow'r controul; His wifdom, love and truth engage Protection for the foul.

Believers ne'er fhall yield,
But fhall prevail at length;
For Jefus is their fun and shield,
Their righteoufnefs, and ftrength. T
Their Captain and their King
Will put their foes to flight.
Ye ranfom'd, 'midft the battle, fing,
And triumph while you fight.

95. S. M. WATTS'S H.
Another

O God, the Only Wire,
Our Savior and our King,

Let all the faints below the Ikies
Their humble praises bring.

'Tis his almighty love,

His counfel and his care,. Preferves us fafe from, fin and death, And ev'ry hurtful fnare.

He will prefent his faints' Unblemith'd and complete, Before the glory of his face, With joys divinely great.