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Ten Thousand Wants have I,

Alas ! I all Things want,
And Thou hast bid me always cry,

And never, never faint.

2. Yet now, Thou know'st, I fear,

I fear to ask Thy Grace, So often have I, RD, drawn near,

And mock'd Thee to Thy Face : With all Pollutions staind, Thy hallow'd Courts I trod, Thy Name and Temple I prophan'd

And dar'd to call Thee GOD.

3. Nigh with my Lips I drew,

My Lips were all unclean,
Thee with my Heart I never knew,

My Heart was full of Sin ;
Far from the Living God,

As far as Hell from Heaven,
Thy Purity I ftill abhor'd,

Nor wilh'd to be forgiven. 4. My Nature I obey'd,

My own Defires pursu'd,
And still a Den of Thieves I made,

The hallow'd House of GOD;
The Worfhip He approves

To Him I would not pay ;
My Selfish Ends, and Creature-loves
Had stole


away. 5. My Sin and Nakedness

I tudied to disguise, Spoke to my Soul a flattering Peace,

And put out mine own Eyes ;

In Fig-Leaves I appear'd,

Nor with my Forin would part, But still retain'da Conscience seard,

An hard, deceitful Heart. 6. A goodly, Formal Saint

I long appear'd in Sight,
By Self and Satan taught to paint

My Tomb, my Nature, White:
The Pharisee within

Still undifturb'd remain'd,
The strong-Min arm'd with Guilt of Sin

Safe in his Palace reign'd.

7. But O! the jealous God
In my

Behalf came down,
JESUS Himself the Stronger shew'd,

And claim'd me for His own ;
My Spirit He alarmd,

And brought into Distress,
He shook, and bound the strong-Man, arm'd

In his Self-righteousness.

8. Faded my Virtuous Shew,

My Form without the Power,
The Sin-convincing Spirit blew,

And blafted every Flower ;
My Mouth was stopt, and Shame

Cover'd my guilty Face,
I fell on the Atoning Lamb,

And I was sav'd by Grace,


Et foon my wretched Heart :

To Folly turn'd again:
How could I, Lord, from Thee depart,
And make Thy Mercy vain ?



'Twas Pride my Soul betray'd,

I loft my Poverty,
An Idol of Thy Gifts I made,

And lov'd them more than Thee.

2. Thy perfect Comeliness,

In which my Soul did shine,
Dazzled my Eyes ; Thy glorious Dress

I fondly counted Mine :
With facrilegious Boaft

I spread mine own Renown,
And in Thy Beauty put my Truft,

And calld it all my own.

3. I thought not of my God,

Nor call'd to Mind the Day
When naked, foul, and in my Blood,

And loath'd of All I lay :
None cast a pitying Eye,

None could Asistance give,
Till Jesus graciously pass’d by,

And bad the Sinner live.

4. Why did I This forget,

So soon return to Sin?
How weak my Heart that could submit,

And let the Mischief in!
I fell, alas ! thro' Pride,

I needed not Thy Blood,
As when I felt it first, and cry'd,

Thou art my Lord my God.

5. O that I once again

My LORD, my God could cry! Doft Thou not on my Sin and Pain

Still cast a pitying Eye?


Thy Mercy still is free ;

For aggravated Guilt,
For Sinners foul and black as me

Thy precious Blood was spilt.

6. Thou seeft me loft in Shame,

But Thou canst still forgive ;
Polluted in my Blood I am,

But Thou canst bid me live,
O speak the Gracious Word,

Thy Mercy let me prove ;
Stand still, and look upon me, LORD,

Make this the Time of Love.

7. Jesu, if Thou hast died

My worthless Soul to win ;
Spread over me Thy Skirt, and hide
My Nakedness and Sin ;
Impute Thy Righteousness,

Waih away all my Blood,
Adorn me now with Every Grace,

And feed, and fill with God.


A Prayer for Restoring Grace.
Esu, Friend of Sinners, hear,

Yet once again I pray,
From my Debt of Sin set clear,

For I have nought to pay : Speak, O fpeak the kind Release, A poor, backsliding Soul restore : Love me freely, seal my Peace, And bid me fin no more.


Selfishness, and Pride
Thou hast withdrawn Thy Grace,
Left me long to wander wide
An Outcast from Thy Face,


2. For

But I now my Sins confess, And Mercy, Mercy I implore:

Love me freely, &c.
3.. Though my Sins as Mountains rise,

And swell, and reach to Heaven,
Mercy is above the Skies,

I may be ftill forgiven;

my Sin's Increase,
But greater is Thy Mercy's Store:

Love me freely, &c.
4. Sin's Deceitfulness hath spread

An Hardness o'er my Heart,
But if Thou Thy Spirit shed,

The Stony shall depart:
Shed Thy Love, Thy Tenderness,
And let me feel the Soft’ning Power:

Love me freely, &c.
5. From th’ oppressive Power of Sin.

My struggling Spirit free,
Perfect Righteousness bring in,

Unspotted Purity:
Speak, and all this War fall cease,
And Sin shall give it's Raging o’er:

Love me freely, &c.

6. For this only Thing I pray,

And this will I require,
Take the Power of Sin away,

Fill me with chast Desire ;
Perfect me in Holiness,
Thine Image to my Soul restore :
Love me freely, seal my Peace,

And bid me sin no more.


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