Ten Thoufand Wants have I,
Alas! I all Things want,
And Thou haft bid me always cry,
And never, never faint.

2. Yet now, Thou know'ft, I fear,
I fear to afk Thy Grace,

So often have I, LORD, drawn near, And mock'd Thee to Thy Face:

With all Pollutions ftain'd, 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 wish'd to be forgiven."

4. My Nature I obey'd,

My own Defires purfu'd,

And ftill a Den of Thieves I made The hallow'd Houfe of God;

The Worfhip He approves

To Him I would not pay;

My Selfish Ends, and Creature-loves

Had ftole my Heart

away.

5. My Sin and Nakedness

I ftudied to difguife,

Spoke to my Soul a flattering Peace, And put out mine own Eyes;

In Fig-Leaves I appear'd,
Nor with my Form would part,
But ftill retain'd a Confcience fear'd,
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 Pharifee within
Still undisturb'd remain'd,

The ftrong-Man arm'd with Guilt of Sin

Safe in his Palace reign'd.

7. But O! the jealous Go D

In my

Behalf came down,

JESUS Himfelf the Stronger fhew'd,

And claim'd me for His own:

My Spirit He alarm'd,

And brought into Diftrefs,

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 ftopt, and Shame
Cover'd my guilty Face,
I fell on the Atoning Lamb,
And I was fav'd by Grace.

PART II.

1. Er foon my wretched Heart
To Folly turn'd again:

How could I, LORD, from Thee depart,
And make Thy Mercy vain ?

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"Twas

'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 fhine, Dazzled my Eyes; Thy glorious Drefs I fondly counted Mine:

With facrilegious Boaft

I fpread mine own Renown,
And in Thy Beauty put my Truft,
And call'd 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 caft a pitying Eye,
None could Affistance give,
Till JESUS graciously pafs'd by,
And bad the Sinner live.

4. Why did I This forget,

So foon return to Sin?

How weak my Heart that could fubmit,

And let the Mifchief in!

I fell, alas! thro' Pride,

I needed not Thy Blood,

As when I felt it firft, 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 caft a pitying Eye?

Thy

Thy Mercy ftill is free;
For aggravated Guilt,

For Sinners foul and black as me
Thy precious Blood was fpilt.

6. Thou feeft me loft in Shame,
But Thou canst still forgive;
Polluted in my Blood I am,
But Thou canst bid me live.

O fpeak the Gracious Word,
Thy Mercy let me prove;
Stand ftill, and look upon me, LORD,
Make this the Time of Love.

7. JESU, if Thou haft died

My worthless Soul to win

;

Spread over me Thy Skirt, and hide
My Nakedness and Sin;

Impute Thy Righteousness,
Wash away all my Blood,
Adorn me now with Every Grace,
And feed, and fill with GOD.

I.

A Prayer for Reftoring Grace.
JEsu, Friend of Sinners, hear,

Yet once again I pray,

From my Debt of Sin fet clear, For I have nought to pay: Speak, O fpeak the kind Release, A poor, backfliding Soul restore : Love me freely, feal my Peace, And bid me fin no more.

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2. For my Selfishness, and Pride
Thou haft withdrawn Thy Grace,

Left me long to wander wide
An Outcaft from Thy Face,

But

But I now my Sins confefs, And Mercy, Mercy I implore: Love me freely, &c.

3. Though my Sins as Mountains rife,
And fwell, and reach to Heaven,
Mercy is above the Skies,

I may be ftill forgiven;
Infinite 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 fhed,
The Stony fhall depart:

Shed Thy Love, Thy Tenderness,
And let me feel the Soft'ning Power:
Love me freely, &c.

5.

From th' oppreffive Power of Sin My ftruggling Spirit free, Perfect Righteoufnefs bring in, Unfpotted Purity:

Speak, and all this War fhall cease, And Sin fhall 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 chaft Defire ;

Perfect me in Holiness,

Thine Image to my Soul reftore:

Love me freely, feal my Peace,
And bid me fin no more.

ANOTHER.