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But could not from Myself retire,
Or 'scape the Inner Man. 5. I took the Morning's Wings and fled
For Rest to Worlds unknown; Sin found me in the secret Shade,
And claim'd me for Its own.
6. O who shall bid this Self depart,
This World of Sin exclude, Empty, and make my peaceful Heart
An holy Solitude
7. 'Tis not the Desart, or the Cell
Can hide me from my Pain, I carry with me my own Hell,
While Self and Pride remain.
8. Baffled, o'ercome I yield at laft,
I yield to Self-despair, My unavailing Strife is past,
And void returns my Prayer.
For Grace I cannot call,
My Soul is ftript of all. 10. A vile, unworthy Worm, my Eyes
I dare not lift to Heaven,
Speak if I am forgiven.
11. Or let my LORD still hold His Peace,
And do as leems Him good, Forsake me in my last Distress,
And leave me in my Blood.
12, If He can find it in His Heart,
His Fury let Him pour On me, and from
13. I leave it all to Him alone,
It lies within His Breast,
Let me be Curst, or Bleft.
MNISCIENT GOD, whose Eyelids try
The Self-deceiving Sons of Men,
A Man of Lips and Heart unclean!
Than to behold Iniquity,
And all my Thoughts appear to Thee,
Its Secrets all to Thee are known,
The Sin that claims me for its own; Thou seest it All, my Nature's Shame, Thou seest, what I shou'd die to Name.
4. The foul Reproach I groan to bear,
And vainly itruggle to get free, Yet still I breath a tainted Air,
Tainted, alas! by Sin and Me, And wish for Wings to flee away, And ever in the Desart stay.
5. O that I had a Cottage there
To lodge a poor Wayfaring Man!
Of Grief, Anxiety, and Pain,
6. Me as a Bowl if now He turn,
To foreign Climes with Violence toss,
My Kindred, or my Country's Lofs;
7. O might I have my One Request,
My fond, and foolish Heart's Desire, And get me hence, and be at reft,
Into the deepeft Shades retire, Be clean forgot, and out of Mind O where shall I the Defart find!
8. Can Earth afford that Secret Place ?
Long have I fought it out in vain,
And drag'd to diftant Worlds my Chain,
9. 'Tis vain, I find, from Self to Alce
For Rest, to Earth's remoteft Bound, The Deep cries out,' 'Tis not in Me!
Happiness is not to be found, Save only, JESUS, in Thy Breaft: Thou art the Soul's Eternal Reft.
10. But how shall I to Thee attain,
Thee, whom I sinfully pursue, Unprofitable 1, and vain!
Thy Glory is not in my View :
What shall I say, Thy Grace to win!
11. Nothing in Me Thy Grace can move,
A Wretched Man of Sin I am ;
And Jesus is Thy healing Name :
12. Do as Thou findest in. Thy Heart,
Reject me, Saviour, or receive,
Or bid me come to Thee, and live;
A Poor SINNER. row happy is the Man
Who sees his Misery,
Nor murmurs to be free.
And languishing for Home
up, And says, My LORD will come.
He neither hopes nor fears
Evil, or Good below,
In secret Silence flow.
Quiet, and meek, and still ;
And bids Him work His Will.
3. In calm, submissive Grief
He suffers his Distress, He cannot snatch undue Relief,
Or with his Misery less :
My Father's Will is good,
(The Patient Mourner cries) " He never gives a Stone for Food,
“ Or flights his Children's Sighs. 4
o that I thus resign'd
Might bear my, Nature's Load,
To leave the whole to God'!
And quietly endure,
I would (but Thou canst tell)
I would be humble, LORD,
And tremble at Thy Word :
And calmly wait Thy Stay,
And weep my Life away.
6. I would be truly fill,
Nor set a Time to Thee,
And speak, and think, and be.
And till the Grace is given,
In Earth, as 'tis in Heaven.