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Then hearken to Thy Spirit's Groan!
Speak, Father; am I not Thy Son ?

10. If now the Bowels of Thy Love
Yearn over fuch a Worm as me,
Send down Thy Spirit from above,

And make me clean, and fet me free,
The Promis'd Comforter fend down;
Speak, Father; am I not Thy Son?

11. If now Thou knockeft at my Heart,
Now open to Thyself the Door,
The Gift unfpeakable impart;

The Kingdom to my Soul reftore,
Call home, call home Thy Banish'd One;
Speak, Father; am I not Thy Son?

12. Haft Thou not made me willing, LORD!
Do I not now my Sins confefs?
Be juft, and faithful to Thy Word,
Cleanfe me from all Unrighteousness,
Finish the Work Thou haft begun ;
Speak, Father; am I not Thy Son?

13. Hath not my Saviour died to make
The Child of Wrath a Child of GOD?
Haft Thou not pardon'd for His Sake

The Soul, for which he fhed His Blood?
And died He not for me t' atone?
Speak, Father; am I not Thy Son ?

14. I cannot reft 'till pure within;
Tho' He hath wafh'd away my Stains,
Remov'd the Guilt and Power of Sin,

Yet while the Carnal Mind remains,
I ftill must make my ceaseless Moan;
Speak, Father; am I not Thy Son?

15. Or if my endless Groans and Sghs
Thy kind Compaffion cannot move,
Be deaf to all my Prayers and Cries,
But hear my Advocate above,

Hear him, who pleads before Thy Throne,
Speak, Father; is He not Thy Son!"

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O the Haven of Thy Breaft,
O Son of Man, Ifly:.

Be my Refufe and my Reft,
For oh! the Storm is high:
Save me from the furious Blaft,
A Covert from the Tempest be,
Hide me, JESU, till o'repatt
The Storm of Sin I fee.

2. Welcome as the Water-fpring
To a dry, barren Place,
O defcend on me, and bring
Thy sweet refreshing Grace:
O're a parch'd and weary Land
As a Great Rock extends its Shade,
Hide me, Saviour, with Thy Hand,
And skreen.my naked Head.

3. In the Time of my Distress
Thou haft my Succour been,
In my utter Helplessness
Restraining me from Sin ;

O how

O how swiftly didft Thou move To fave me in the Trying Hour! Still protect me with Thy Love,

And shield me with Thy Power.

4. Firft, and Laft in me perform
The Work Thou haft begun,
Be my Shelter from the Storm,
My Shadow from the Sun;
Sprinkle still the Mercy-feat,
And bring Thy Father's Anger down,
Skreen me, JESU, from the Heat,
And Terror of His Frown.

5. Let Thy Merit as a Cloud
Still interpofe between,

Plead th' Atonement of Thy Blood
Till I am cleans'd from Sin:
Weary, parch'd with Thirft and faint
Till Thou the Abiding Spirit breathe,
Every Moment, LORD, I want
The Merit of Thy Death.

6. Never fhall I want it lefs

Till Thou the Gift haft given,
Fill'd me with Thy Righteoufness,
And feal'd the Heir of Heaven;
I shall hang upon my GoD,
Till I Thy Perfect Glory fee,
Till the fprinkling of Thy Blood
Shall speak me up to Thee.

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JESU

A Poor SINNER.

Esu, my Strength, my Hope,
On Thee I caft my Care,

With humble Confidence look up,
And know Thou hearft my Prayer.

Give

Give me on Thee to wait Till I can all Things do, On Thee Almighty to create, Almighty to renew.

2. I reft upon Thy Word,
The Promife is for Me,

My Succour, and Salvation, LORD,
Shall furely come from Thee.

But let me ftill abide,

Nor from my Hope remove, Till Thou my patient Spirit guide Into Thy perfect Love.

3:

I want a fober Mind,

A Self-renouncing Will

That tramples down and cafts behind
The Baits of pleafing Ill;

A Soul enur'd to Pain,

...

To Hardship, Grief, and Lofs, Bold to take up, firm to fuftain

The Confecrated Cross.

4. I want a Godly Fear

A quick difcerning Eye,

That looks to Thee, when Stn is near,
And fees the Tempter fly;

A Spirit ftill prepar'd,

And arm'd with jealous Care, Forever standing on it's guard, And watching unto Prayer.

5. I want an Heart to pray,
To pray and never cease,
Never to murmer at Thy ftay,
Or wish my Sufferings lefs..

6. This

This Bleffing above All,
Always to pray I want,
Out of the Deep on Thee I call,
And never, never faint.

6. I want a true Regard,. 19.11
A fingle fteady Aim

(Unmov'd by Threat'ning or Reward)
To Thee and Thy great Name;
A jealous, juft Concern
For Thy immortal Praise,
A pure Defire that All may learn,
And glorify Thy Grace.

7.

I want with all my

Heart

Thy Pleasure to fulfil,

To know Myfelf, and what Thou art,
And what Thy perfect Will.

I want, I know not what,

I want my Wants to fee,

I want, -alas! what want I not,
When Thou art not in me out

I.

A PRAYER for HUMILITY.

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My Father, and my Gor,
Look upon Thy helplers Child!

Thou haft laid afide Thy Rod,

Thou in CHRIST art reconcil'd:

Hear me then, my Father, hear,

Good, and gracious as Thou art, a ↑

Fill me with an holy Fear,

Give me, LORD, an Humble Heart

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