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Going into a Place of DANGER.
H! but muft I, LORD, return " O
Into the dreadful Fight, Bear what is not to be born
Again drag'd out to Light ! I a weak, and helpless Worm
Only shall Thy Cause betray, Perish in Temptation's Storm,
A Final Castaway.
Into a burning Fire,
Or now my Soul require,
Plunge into the Depths beneath, Rush into the Flames, and die
To 'scape the Second Death.
3. O Almighty God of Love,
Thy Holy Arm display,
In this my Evil Day ;
Woman's Seed appear within :
Against the Face of Sin.
4. Could I of Thy Strength take hold,
And always feel Thee near, Stedfastly, divinely bold
My Soul wou'd scorn to fear. Nothing should my Firmness shock:
Though the Gates of Hell affail, Were I built upon the Rock,
They never could prevail.
5. Rock of my Salvation, hafte,
Extend Thy ample Shade,
naked Head : Save me from the Trying Hour, Thou
sure Protection be, Shelter me from Satan's Power,
Till I am fixt on Thee.
6. Set upon Thyself my Feet,
And make me surely stand,
Cover me with Thy Hand:
Never from my Fence remove, In Thy Arms of Love embrac'd,
Of Everlasting Love.
For One convinced of Inordinate
O E is me! that wretched Man W°E
More than my God I prize! Well I know them void and vain,
Yet pant for Earthly Joys : Downward still my Wishes move, Though fairer than Earth's Sons Thou art: Touch me, Jesus, with Thy Love,
And yindicate my Heart.
2. Happiness is not in Me,
Though every Creature cry,
Wheree'r I turn mine Eye;
3. Burning with unhallowa Fires,
Thou see'it, my tortur'd Breaft
Stranger to Joy and Reft :
Touch me, Jesus, &c.
4. Poison now o'erflows my Cup,
Fills me with thrilling Pain, Drinks my Blood, and Spirits up,
And throbs in every Vein ; Yet I fear Thy Grace to prove, I dread for Thee with All to part:
Touch me, Jesus, &c.
And all 'Thy Foes subdue,
Create my Soul anew ;
Touch me, JESUS, &c.
6. Saviour, purify my Soul,
As Thoa my God art pure,
Sickness cure ; From Thee never let me move, Thou
sufficient Portion art : Touch me, JESUS, &c.
7. From all Filthiness of Fleshi
And Spirit make me clean, Stamp Thy Image, Lord, afresh;
And purge me from All Sin : Thee my God, my All I prove, Ah! never more from me depart; Fill, O Jesu, with Thy Love
My vindicated Heart.
Beneath its Iron Yoke I bow,
2. Departed is the Lord from me,
Weak as another Man I am,
I bear my Punishment and Shame ;
(The Sin I cherish'd in my Breast) Low in the deepest Dungeon laid,
Fetter'd in Brass, by Guilt oppreft ;
4. Now to their Idoi's Temple brought,
A Sport I am to Fiends and Men, They fet my Helplesness at nought,
They triumph in my Toil and Pain : Th? Uncircumcis'd lift up their Voice, And Dagon's Worshippers rejoice.
5: Remember me, O LORD, my God,
If ever I could call Thee Mine ;
And all my Hopes of Heaven refign,
6. O cast not out my Dying Prayer,
Strengthen me with. Thy Spirit’s Might
Avenge me for my Loss of Sight,
7. Blind as I am, with both my
The Pillars of Self-Righteousness.
Help me, O God, and help me now!
8. Now let the pondrous Ruin fall,
And crush the World, and Satan's Head,
the Dead; Since I can neither fight nor fly, Let me with the Philiftines die !
After a Relapse into Sin.
What shall I for Acceptance bring, .
A Rebel 'gainst my God and King ! Loudly my Sins for Vengeance cry, And Justice wills that I thould die.
2. Summond to answer at Thy Bar,
I come, but Guilty, Guilty plead!
On all Thy tender Mercies tread?