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4, In Hope believing agạinst Hope,

Jesus my LORD and God I claim,
Jesus my Strength shall lift me up,

Salvation is in Jesu's Name :
To Me He soon shall bring it nigh,

My Soul shall then outstrip the Wind,
On Wings of Love mount up on high,

And leave the World, and Sin behind.

After a. RELAPSE. into Sin. Go

Od Of my Salvation, heary

And help me to believe,
Simply do I now draw near

Thy Blessing to receive ;,
Full of Guilt atas !" I am,
But to Thy Wounds for Refuge flee :
Friend of Sinners, spotless Lamb,

Thy Blood was fhed for me.

2. Standing now as newly lain,

To Thee I lift mine Eye,
Balm of all my Grief and Pain

Thy Blood is always nigh:
Now as yesterday the same
Thou art, and wilt for ever be :

Friend of Sinners, &c.

3. Full of Truth, and Grace Thou art,

And here is all my Hope:
False, and foul as Hell my Heart

To Thee I offer up;
Thou wast given to redeem
My Soul from All Iniquity :

Friend of Sinirers, &c.

4. Nothing

4. Nothing have I, LORD, to pay,

Nor can Thy Grace procure,
Empty send me not away,

For I, Thou know'rt, am Poor : .
Duft and Ashes is my Name, ,
My All is Sin and Misery :

Friend of Sinners, &c.

5. Without Money, without Price

I come Thy Love to buy,
From Myself I'turn my Eyes,

The Chief of Sinners I:
Take, () take me as I am,
And let me lose Myself in Thee ::

Friend of Sinners, &c.

6. No good Work, or. Word, or Thoughts

Bring I to gain Thy Grace,
Pardon 1 accept unbought,

Thy Proffer I embrace,
Coming as at first I came
To take, and not bestow on Thee :

Friend of Sinners, &c.

7. JESU, unto Thee

my

Sin
I quietly confess,
Till Thy Blood shall wash me clean

From All Unrighteousness,
From the slightest Touch of Blame
My Spirit, Soul, and Body free:

Friend of Sinners, &c.
8. Saviour, from Thy wounded Side

I never will depart,
Here will I my Spirit hide

When I am pure in Heart:
Till
my

Place above I claim
This only shall be all my Plea,
Friend of Sinners, spotless Lamb,

Thy flood was shed for Me.

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ONG have I labour'd in the Fire,

And spent my Life for Nought, With Pride, and Anger, and Defire,

In Nature's Strength I fought.

2. Baffled I still my Foes defied;

And rose with Courage new,
All which the LORD command's, I cried,

I now resolve to do.

3. But O! how foon from Glory driven,

Down to profoundeft Hell,
As Lucifer cast down from Heaven,

From all my Hopes I fell!

4. I fell, and sunk in Self-despair,
I
gave up

All at last,
On Jesus then I caft my Care,

On Him my Anchor cast.

5: With Sin I strove alas ! too long,

But now I to the Lamb
Look, and am fav’d! In weakness strong,

While arm'd with Jesu's Name. 6. Jesu, to Thee I now can fly,

On whom my Help is laid, Oppress'd by Sins, I lift mine Eye,

And see the Shadows fade.

7. Soon as I find Myself forfook,

The Grace again is given,
A Sigh will reach Thy

Heart, a Look
Will bring Thee down from Heaven.

8. Believing

8. Believing on my LORD, I find

A sure and present Aid: On Thee alone

my

constant Mind Is every Moment staid. 9.

Whate'er in me seems wise, or good,

Or strong, I here disclaim;
I wash my Garments in the Blood

of the Atoning Lamb.

10. JESUS, my Strength, my Life, my Reitz.

On Thee will I depend, 'Till fummond to the Marriage-feaft,

Where Faith in Sight shall end.

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Y Father, O my Father hear

Thy weakest Child's imperfect Call!
Now as a Servant I appear,
And
yet

Thou know'st me Heir of All:
O make me know as I am known;-
Speak, Father; am I not Thy Son?

2. Allur'd by Unresisted Grace,

Thy Footsteps why did I pursue ? Why did I ever seek Thy Face ?

What Secret Power my Spirit drew After I knew not whom to run? Speak, Father ; am I not Thy Son ? 3. From whom have all my Bleslings How'd?*

Who gave. me these enlarg’d Desires ?
Who made me restless after God,

And burnt me up with Inward Fires ?
O let the Author now be shewn,
Speak, Father ;;am I not Thy Son ?

4. Who held my fleeting Soul in Life,

And turn'd aside the Fatal Hour? Who, when I oft gave o'er the Strife,

Preserý'd me from the Adverse Power, Remov'd the Death I would not shun? Speak, Father; am I not Thy Son?

5. When twice ten thousand times I fell,

Who was it rais'd the Sinner up,
The Sinner finking into Hell?

How came I by this Spark of Hope?
Who quicken'd Me, a lifeless Stone ?
Speak, Father; am I not Thy Son?
6. If Thou didft see me in my Blood,

And bid the dying Sinner live,
If freely I am counted Good,

O let me all Thy Life receive,
O do not leave Thy Work undone :
Speak, Father ; am I not Thy Son?

7. Led thro' the howling Wilderness

If now I view the Promis'd Land,
Here let my weary Wandrings cease,

Divide the Waves with Thy Right-hand,
Bid me thro' Jordan's Stream go on;
Speak, Father; am I not Thy Son?
8. Or if in my forlorn Eftate

Thy Will appoints me to remain,
Behold me ftill content to wait

In Doubt, and Fear, in Grief, and Pain,
Only when all my Hope is gone,
Speak, Father; am I not Thy Son?

9. Alas! I know not how to pray,

But all my Wants are known to Thee,
Father, instruct me what to say,
Or interceed Thyself for me,

Then

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