4, In Hope believing against Hope,
JESUS MY LORD and GOD I claim,
JESUS my Strength fhall lift me up,
Salvation is in JESU's Name:
To Me He foon fhall bring it nigh,
My Soul fhall then outstrip the Wind,
On Wings of Love mount up on high,
And leave the World, and Sin behind.
After a RELAPSE into Sin.
OD Of my Salvation, hear,
And help me to believe,
Simply do I now draw near
Thy Bleffing to receive;
Fulb of Guilt alas! I am,
But to Thy Wounds for Refuge flee :
Friend of Sinners, fpotlefs Lamb,
Thy Blood was fhed for me.
2. Standing now as newly flain,
To Thee I lift mine Eye,
Balm of all my Grief and Pain
Thy Blood is always nigh:
Now as yesterday the fame
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:
Falfe, and foul as Hell my Heart
To Thee I offer up;
Thou waft given to redeem
My Soul from All Iniquity:
Friend of Sinners, &c.
4. Nothing have I, LORD, to pay,
Nor can Thy Grace procure,
Empty fend me not away,
For I, Thou know'ft, 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 Myfelf I turn my Eyes,
The Chief of Sinners I:
Take, O take me as I am,
And let me lofe Myfelf in Thee-
Friend of Sinners, &c.
6. No good Work, or Word, or Thought:
Bring I to gain Thy Grace,
Pardon I accept unbought,
Thy Proffer I embrace,
Coming as at first I came
To take, and not beftow on Thee:
Friend of Sinners, &c.
7. JESU, unto Thee my Sin
I quietly confefs,
Till Thy Blood shall wash me clean
From All Unrighteoufnefs,
From the flighteft 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 fhall be all my Plea,
Friend of Sinners, spotless Lamb,
Thy Blood was fhed for Me.
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 ftill my Foes defied,
And rofe with Courage new,
All which the LORD command's, I cried,
I now refolve to do.
3. But O! how foon from Glory driven,
Down to profoundest Hell,
As Lucifer caft down from Heaven,
From all my Hopes I fell!
4. I fell, and funk in Self-defpair,
gave up All at last,
On JESUS then I caft my Care,
Ön Him my Anchor caft.
5. With Sin I ftrove 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,
Ŏn whom my Help is laid,
Opprefs'd by Sins, I lift mine Eye,
And fee 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 on my LORD, I find
A fure and prefent Aid:
On Thee alone my conftant Mind
Is every Moment ftaid.
9. Whate'er in me feems wife, or good,
Or ftrong, I here disclaim ;
I wash my Garments in the Blood
Of the Atoning Lamb.
10. JESUS, my Strength, my Life, my Reft,. On Thee will I depend,
"Till fummon'd to the Marriage-feaft, Where Faith in Sight shall end.
My Father, O my Father hear
Thy weakest Child's imperfect Call! ̈ ̈
Now as a Servant I appear,
Thou know'ft me Heir of All:.
O make me know as I am known;-
Speak, Father; am I not Thy Son?
2. Allur'd by Unrefifted Grace,
Thy Footsteps why did I purfue?
Why did I ever feek 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 Bleffings flow'd?*
Who gave me thefe enlarg'd Defires?
Who made me reftlefs after GOD,
And burnt me up with Inward Fires?
O let the Author now be fhewn,
Speak, Father; am I not Thy Son?
4. Who held my fleeting Soul in Life
And turn'd afide the Fatal Hour?
Who, when I oft gave o'er the Strife,
Preferv'd me from the Adverse Power,
Remov'd the Death I would not fhun?
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 didst fee 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 Estate
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, inftruct me what to fay,
Or interceed Thyself for me,
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