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3. See me lying at the Pool,
And waiting for Thy Grace,
O come down into my Soul,
Difclofe Thy Angel-Face,
If to me Thy Bowels move,
If now Thou doft my Sickness feel,
Let the Spirit of Thy Love
The helpless Sinner heal.

4. Sick of Anger, Pride, and Luft,
And Unbelief I am,

Yet in Thee for Health I truft'
In JESU's Sovereign Name:
Were I taken into Thee,
Could I but ftep into the Pool,
I from every Malady

Should be at once made whole.

5. Perfons Thou doft not respect,
Whoee'r for Mercy call
Thou in no wife wilt reject,
Thy Mercy is for All;
Thou wou'dft freely All reftore,
(Would all the gracious Seafon find)
Fill with Goodness, Love, and Power,
And with an Healthful Mind.

6. Mercy then there is for Me
(Away my Doubts and Fears)
Plagu'd with an Infirmity

For more than Thirty Years.
JESU, caft a pitying Eye,

Thou long haft known my defperate Cafes
Poor, and helpless here I lie,

And wait the Healing Grace.

7. Long hath Thy Good Spirit ftrove With my diftem per'd Soul,

But I ftill refus'd Thy Love,

And would not be made whole:

Hardly now at laft I yield,
I yield with all my Sins to part,
Let my Soul be fully heal'd,

And throughly cleans'd my Haert.

8. Sin is now my fore Disease,
But, tho' I would be free,
When the Water troubled is,
There is no Help for me:
Others find a Cure, not I,
In Thee they wash away their Sin,
I, alas! have no Man nigh
To put my Weakness in.

9. Pain, and Sicknefs, at Thy Word,
And Sin and Sorrow flies,
Speak to me, Almighty LORD,
And bid my Spirit rife,

Bid me take my Burthen up,
The Bed on which Thyfelf didft lie,
When on Calvary's steep Top
My JESUS deign'd to die."

10. Bid me bear the hallow'd Crofs,
Which Thou haft born before,
Walk in all Thy Righteous Laws,
And go, and fin no more,
Leaft the heavieft Curfe of all
The vile Apoftate's Curfe I prove;
To the hottest Hell they fall
Who fall from Pard'ning Love.

11. But Thou canft preferve from Sin, And ftablish me with Grace, Keep my helpless Soul within

Thy Arms thro' all my Days:

JESU, I on Thee alone

For perfevering Grace depend;
Love me freely, love Thine own,'
And love me to the End.

The Good SAMARITIAN.

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TOE is me! what Tongue can tell

WOE My fad afflicted State!

Who my Anguish can reveal,
Or all my Woes relate!
Fallen among Thieves I am,

And they have robb'd me of my GOD,
Turn'd my Glory into Shame,
And left me in my. Blood.

2. GOD was once my Glorious Dress,
And I like Him did fhine,
Satan of His Righteousness

Hath fpoil'd this Soul of Mine;
By the mortal Wound of Sin
*Twixt God and me the Parting made:
Dead in Adam, dead within,
My Soul is Wholly dead.

3.

I have loft the Life Divine,

And when this Outward Breath

To the Giver I refign,

Muft die the Second Death:

Naked, helpless, ftript of GoD,

And at the latest Gafp I lie:
Who beholds me in my Blood,
And faves me e'er I die?

4. Lo! the Priest comes down in vain, And fees my fad Diftrefs,

Sees the State of Fallen Man,

But cannot give me Ease: Patriarchs and Prophets Old Observe my wretched, defp'rate Cafe, Me expiring they behold,

But leave me as I was,

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Lo! the Levite me efpies,

And ftops to view my Grief,
Looks on me, and bids me rife,

But offers no Relief: 1

All my Wounds he open tears, And fearches them, alas! in vain, Fill'd with Anguish, Griefs, and Fears, He leaves me in my Pain.

6. O Thou Good Samaritan,
In Thee is all my Hope,
Only Thou canst fuccour Man,
And raise the Fallen up:
Hearken to my Dying Cry.
My Wounds compaffionately fee,
Me a Sinner pafs not by
Who gafp for Help to Thee.

7. Still Thou journey'st where I am,
And ftill Thy Bowels move,
Pity is with Thee the fame,
And all Thy Heart is Love:
Stoop, to a poor Sinner ftoop,
And let Thy healing Grace abound,
Heal my Bruifes, and bind up
My Spirit's every Wound.

8. Saviour of my Soul draw nigh,
In Mercy hafte to me,
At the Point of Death Ì lie,

And cannot come to Thee:
Now Thy kind Relief afford,
The Wine and Oil of Grace pour in,
Good Phyfician, fpeak the Word,
And heal my Soul of Sin.

9. Pity to my dying Cries

Hath drawn Thee from above,
Hovering over me with Eyes

Of Tenderness and Love:

Now, ev'n now I fee Thy Face,
The Balm of Gillead I receive,
Thou haft fav'd me by Thy Grace,
And bad the Sinner live..

10. Surely now the Bitterness
Of Second Death is part:
Omy Life, my Righteousness
On Thee my Soul is caft;
Thou haft brought me to Thine Inn,
And I am of Thy Promife fure,

Thou shalt cleanfe me from All Sin;
And all my Sickness cure.

11. Perfect then the Work begun,
And make the Sinner whole,
All Thy Will on me be done,
My Body, Spirit, Soul:
Still preferve me fafe from Harms,
And kindly for Thy Patient care,
Take me, JESU, to Thy Arms,
And keep me ever there.

Groaning for REDEMPTION.

ORD, I confefs my Sins to Thee, My Sins beyond Expreffion great, Faft bound in Sin and Misery, My Spirit faints beneath the Weight, And ftruggles to throw off the Load, But cannot, cannot come to Go D.

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2. O how fhall I the Anguish bear

Of Inbred Sin's envenom'd Dart? The Mischief hence I cannot tear,

'Tis enter'd deep into my Heart, It's Poifon drinks my Spirits up, And quenches my last Spark of Hope.

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