I know, Thou never wilt despise The Day of small and feeble Things, But bear me till on Eagle's Wings To all the Heights of Love I rife. 3. I thank Thee for that Gracious Tafte, (Which Pride would not permit to laft) That Touch of Love, that Pledge of Heav'n : Surely on Me my Father fmil'd, And once I knew him reconcil'd, And once I felt my Sins forgiven. 4. My LORD and GoD I then could fee, In largest Characters of Blood. 5. When I had forfeited my Peace, My Manners in the Wilderness, Infinite Love, how didst Thou bear! Thou wou'dit not give the Sinner up, My Heart retain'd a feeble Hope, And could not, durft not yet despair. 6. Affail'd with Doubt, and Fear, and Grief, I ftagger'd oft thro' Unbelief, Yet ftill Thou wou'ldst not let me yield, When ftronger Souls their LORD denied, And fell on Heaps on every Side, I never cast away my Shield. 7. Vileft of all the Sons of Men, When I to Folly turn'd again, And finn'd against Thy Light and Love, And thank'd my Advocate above. 8. Saviour $8. Saviour, for this I thank Thee now, Haft fnatch'd me from the Gates of Hell, Which All Mankind with me may feel. 9. The boundless Love that found out me, None of Thy Mercy need defpain; 10. A vile, backfliding Sinner I And wait Thy Fulness to receive. 11. How fhall I thank Thee for the Grace, And I fhall fee Thy Perfect Day. 12. I foon fhall hear Thy Quickning Voice, 13. Already, LORD, I feel Thy Power, Preferv'd from Evil every Hour, My My great Preferver I proclaim; 14. By Faith I every Moment stand, 15. Sprinkling my every Word and Thought; He fees, but He imputes them not... 16. I fin in every Breath I draw, 17. Come then, and loofe, my ftammering Tongue, Teach me the new, the joyful Song, And perfect in a Babe Thy Praife: The Gospel of Thy General Grace. 18. Come, LORD; Thy Spirit bids Thee come, Be now the Glorious Earneft given, Be done on Earth, as 'tis in Heaven. A Dialogue A Dialogue of ANGELS and MEN. A. 1' YE E Worms of Earth our GoD admire, The GoD of Angels praise : M. Praise Him for Us, ye Heavenly Quire, His Earth-born Sons of Grace. A. 2. His Image view in Us difplay'd, M. Lower than You Our Souls He made, A. 3. As Gods we did in Glory shine, M. Our Nature too becomes Divine, 4. He cloath'd Us in these Robes of Light, M. We with tranfcendant Glory bright, A. 5. Spirits like Him He made Us be, A pure Etherial Flame : M. Join'd to the LORD, One Spirit we A. 6. We fee Him on His daz'ling Throne, M. To Us the King of Kings comes down, A. 7. Pure as He did at firft create, M. He faves us from our loft Estate, A. 8. When A. 8. When Others fell, we faithful prov'd, M. Yet own that We are more belov'd, T A. 9. Worms of the Earth, to you, we own, M. Then praife with Us the Great Three-One, 1. T ANOTHER. O Father, Son, and Holy Ghoft. 2. Ye Angels, that in Strength excel, 3. To Him Ye Hallelujah cry And eccho back the Voice. 4. Ten Thoufand Times ten Thousand, fing Ye your Creator's Name; We claim Jehovah for our King, And We extol the Lamb. 5. Ye caft your Crowns before His Throne, We proftrate at His Footstool own 6. Thus let us All forever lie, In Songs, or Silence join, T'adore the Majefty on high, The Depth of Love Divine. Q = |