6. Hide me, deareft Saviour, hide 7. When Thy Love is my Defence, my Life ; 8. Only Love can end the Strife, 1. Looking unto JESUS. L AMB of GOD for Sinners Slain, Heal me of my Grief and Pain, From this Bondage, LORD, release, 2. Haft Thou not invited All And come to be made clean: 3. Wilt Thou caft a Sinner out F Let Let me then obtain the Grace, 4. Full of Pain and Sin am I, 5. Worldly Good I do not want, My All in Earth and Heaven; This the Crown I fain would feize, The Good wherewith I would be bleft. JESUS, Mafter, &c. 6. This Delight I fain would prove, 1. T In DOUBT. HE Children to the Birth are come, To burft the Barriers of the Womb, 2. My feeble Soul gives o'er the Strife, Just as it fees the Skies, Fails in the very Gate of Life, Sinks back again, and dies. 3. I faw the Port of JESU's Break, A Whirlwind swept me from my Rest, 4. What fhall I do, or whither turn? I only can my Ruin mourn 5. Ah woe is me! to Evil fold, And fallen back from Grace! I never, never shall behold The dear Redeemer's Face. 6. Better, that I had, never felt 7. Better that I had never known 8. Ah! wherefore did I ever take, 9. But fhall I throw on GoD the Blame? Or daringly complain Because I moft unfaithful am, And make His Mercies vain ? 10. No, LORD, Thy Truth and Grace I clear; For Years Thy Spirit ftrove, Faithful to me Thy Mercies were, Far 11. Far be it from my wretched Heart 12. Whether or no my Heart of Stone 13. This Record do I leave behind, Sinners, Ye All his Grace may find, For the SPIRIT of PRAYER. "WHA HAT fhall I do to 'scape the Hell Satan, and all his Hofts I feel In this Indwelling Sin.. 2. It mocks my Strength, prevents my Flight, Still intimately nigh, Impoffible it is to fight, Impoffible to fly. 3. One only Refuge there remains, But That I cannot find, So faft these grievous, fleshly Chains, 4. Monster of Sin! How can it be 5. He bids me afk, and I fhall have : Affur'd He would the Sinner fave, 6. He pities now my fad Estate, And gladly would relieve, But Oh! I cannot will not Till He the Bleffing give. 7. He waits that He may gracious be, To All His Bowels move; Fury, O GOD, is not in Thee, 8. Then help me to receive Thy Word, Have Patience with me, dearest LORD, 9. On me for Good this Token shew, And let my Heart in Prayer or'eflow, 10. A Time to Thee I will not fet, wait Do with me, LORD, as feems Thee meet, 11. Thou art not flack touching Thy Word, Content I am to stay, To wait the Leisure of my LORD,. But let me always pray. 12. Though in my Flesh I feel the Thorn, No more will I complain, Let me but in Thy Bofom mourn, And tell Thee all my Pain. 13. Come Joy, or Grief, come Life, or Death,. For this I cake no Care, But when I render up my Breath, Let my laft Breath be Prayer. F 2 Going |