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O wretched Man, what must I do?
I neither can resist or fly;
I cannot find a Saviour nigh:
Me from Perdition what can fave!
Juftly my God His Help denies :
No Fear of God before my Eyes ;;
5. Whither, ah whither shall I go?
The Snares of Death my Soul surround, The Floods of Wickedness o'erflow,
And desp'rate is my Spirit's Wound, The Worm that never dies I feel, Arrested by the Pains of Hell.
6. O could I but escape away;
And lieal into the filent Tomb,
latest Hour o'ercome, That Hour I now would present have, Would now rejoice to find a Grave. 7.
O God, behold my troubled Breaft,
Yet once again I Thee implore,
And let me die, and fin no more,
8. O God, regard my bitter Cry,
I groan to be redeemd from Sin, To Thee I lift my weeping Eye,
Open Thy Arms, and take me in"; To Thee my lab'ring Soul I bow, Require it, О require it Now:
I know it is not now renewid,
I am not fit Thy Face to fee,
last Hour fhalt work on me: Some Miracle of Grace Unknown, Without a Miracle Undone.
10: My God, I cannot let Thee go,
Without an Answer to my Prayer : O tell me, that it shall be so,
I soon shall lose in Death my Care, Where Fiends and Sins no more molest, And weary Spirits are at rest.
11. I doubt not, Lord, but there'remains
A Reft from Sin and Sorrow here, Thy Peo: 'e here are freed from Pains
From Troubles, Doubts, and Guilt and Fear. But let me hence this Moment fly, Save me from Sin, and let me die.
12. I only wait for this glad Hour, 'Tis all
Business here below, Send down into my Soul the Power,
And let me die Thy Love to know, Renew me, and withdraw my Breath, Give Power o're Sin, and Inftant Death.
The Hurry of my peevish Grief,
And stagg’ring oft thro' Unbelief, Thee for my LORD I fain wou'd own, And say, Thy only Will be done.
2. Forgive me then my Follies past,
, T'he Fond Impatience of my "Prayers, My rash Complaints, and eager Hafte,
My faithless Doubts, and fruitless Cares,
Thou know'ft, till Thou Thy Life bring in,
3. The Captive Exile makes his Moan,
And haltens to be loos’d from Pain, The Pain thro' which I ever groan,
The Dread least I should turn again, Left all my Bread of Life should fail, And I fink down Unchang'd to Hell. 4. 'That dreadful Thought comes thundring back,
And falls a Mountain on my Head,
In hearing Satan's Factors plead,
Or rest, if Sin in me remain.
And catch at Thy Unknown Decree,
Was chose from all Eternity:
“ The Best must always strive with Sin, “ God will not answer All your Wants,
“ God will not make you throughly clean, “ Sin must have some Unhallow'd Part, “ Chris'r cannot fill up All the Heart." 7. Can Life, and Death together dwell?
Can CHRIST with Belial ee'r agree?
Can both at once have Place in me?
8. No, Jesus, no! Thou Holy One,
When Thou shalt come into my Heart; I know that Thou wilt reign Alone,
And Sin forever shall depart,
Thy Love shall cast out all my Fear
9. In patient Hope for This I wait,
Till all old Things are paft away, Till Thou shalt all Things new create,
And I behold Thy Pertect Day, The Mark of mine Election shew, And be in CHRIST a Creature new.
The true, and merciful, and just, To Thee my last Distress I bring,
To Thee my desperate Cause I trust, I give my fond Complainings o're, I set my God a Time no more. 2. My Time, O God, is in Thine Hand,
Thou know ft my Feebleness of Soul, Able Thou art to make me stand,
Thou canst this Moment fpeak me whole, Or keep me thus till my Last Hour, To fhew forth All Thy Saving Power.
3. I leave it all to Thee alone,
Thy Counsellor I cannot be,
And secret Things belong to Thee,
4. The Hireling longeth for his Hire,
The Watcher for the Break of Day, Bat, o
restless Heart's Desire, Let me not murmur at Thy Stay; Be stopt my Mouth, and fail my Tongue, But let Thy Spirit groan, How long!
The Thing Thou doft I know not now,
But I shall know hereafter, LORD,
Thy Will be done, Thy Name ador'd,
6. A&t for Thine own, and Sion's Sake;
And let Thy Will in me be done;
By hearing me so deeply groan,
and suffer Itill.
7. If but one Tempted Soul may find
Relief by my afflicted State,
Still in the Iron Furnace wait;
8. Still let my bleeding Heart be torn,
If other bleeding Hearts it chear,
EHOLD, ye Souls that mourn for God,
Comfort from my Grief,
2. I am