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Sin be more than Hell, abhor'd,
Till Thou deftroy the Tyrant-Foe:
Keep me, keep me, &c.

5. Never let me leave Thy Breaft,
From Thee my Saviour stray;
Thou art my Support, and Reft,
My true and living Way,
My exceeding great Reward,
In Heaven above, and Earth below:
Keep me, keep me, &c.

6. Never let me go, till I

Upborn on Wings of Love,
Gain the Regions of the Sky,
And take my Seat above,
See Thee by All Heaven ador'd,
And All Thy Glorious Fulness know :
Keep me, keep me, dearest LORD,
And never let me go.

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Groaning for REDEMPTION.

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JESU, ftill, ftill fhall I groan

Beneath the galling Yoke of Sin? Wilt Thou not claim me for Thy own, And speak the Word, and make me clean?

My Load is more than I can bear :

Where is the Friend of Sinners ? where?

2. Is there no Balm in Thee to heal
The Anguish of a Sin-fick Soul?
Doft Thou not know the Pangs I feel?
Doft Thou not fee the Billows roll?
My Soul is all a troubled Sea,

I cannot find my Rest in Thee.

3. But wilt Thou let Thy Foe devour
And take me as his lawful Prey?
But muft I fink beneath the Power
Of Sin, and fall a Caftaway?
Forbid it Love! and fave (if Thou
Art Love indeed). O! fave me Now!

4. 'Tis not the Punishment I dread,
Harden'd I feem, and cannot fear
Thy Wrath abiding on my Head,
Or deprecate Thy Judgments near ;
But rescue me from Satan's Power,
Save me from Sin, I ask no more.

5. I afk not Senfible Delight,

The Joy and Comfort of Thy Grace,
Still let me want Thy Blissful Sight,
Let me go mourning all my Days;
With trembling Awe Thy Ways adore ;.
But fave me, that I fin no more.

6. Rather than fuffer me to fin,

Now, LORD, my spotted Soul require : I know that I am all unclean,

And Thou a Sin-confuming Fire;
appear,

I cannot Now in Heaven
Nothing unclean shall enter there.

7. Yet now I chufe to breathe my
Rather than turn to Sin again,
On Thee my Soul unchang'd I caft,
And foul with every finful Stain,
I plunge me in a Sea Unknown,
Without Thy Utmost Grace

laft,

Undone

3. Thou Canft cut fhort the Work, and heal The Sinner in a Moment's Space;

But if according to Thy Will,

I leave it to Thy Secret Grace,

I venture All on this Laft Hour,.
And die, that I may fin no more,

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PART II.

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PART II.

Esu, Thou knowft my Simpleness,

JES

My Faults are not conceal'd from Thee, A Sinner in my last Distress,

To Thy dear Wounds I fain would flee,
And never never thence depart,
Close shelter'd in Thy Loving Heart.

2. How fhall I find the Living Way,
Loft, and confus'd, and dark, and blind;
Ah! LORD, my Soul is gone altray,
Ah! Shepherd, feek my Soul, and find,)
And in Thy Arms of Mercy take,
And bring the weary Wanderer back.

3. Weary and fick of Sin I am,
I hate it, LORD, and yet I love:
When wilt Thou rid me of my Shame,
When wilt Thou all my Load remove,
Deftroy the Fiend of Inbred Sin,
And fpeak the Word of Power, Be clean!

4. My Jesus, why doft Thou delay
An helpless dying Soul to heal?
What fhall I to my JESUS fay?

Doft Thou not all my Sufferings feel?
Ah! tell me, if unmov'd Thou art?
How doft Thou find it in Thy Heart?

5. What means this ftruggling in my Breaft,
If Thine is steel'd against my Prayer?
If Thou art deaf to my Requeft,
Why do I groan my Sin to bear?
Surely it is Thy Spirit's Groan,
I do not grieve, or weep alone.

6. I feel that Thou would't have me live, And waiteft now Thy Grace to fhew, When I am willing to receive

The Grace, I all Thy Life fhall know,
And Thou art ftriving now with me,
To get Thyfelf the Victory.

7. O LORD, if I at laft difcern,
That I am Sin, and Thou art Love,
If now o'er me Thy Bowels yearn,
Give me a Token from above,
And conquer my rebellious Will,
And bid my murmering Heart, Be fill.

8. Sin only let me not commit,
(Sin never can advance Thy Praise}
And lo! I lay me at Thy Feet,

And wait unwearied all my Days,
Till my appointed Time shall come,
And Thou fhalt call thine Exile home.

9. Ah! tell me, that I fhall not fin,
Affur'd of this, I afk no more,
The Kingdom When Thou wilt, bring in,
Thine Image As Thou wilt reftore,
But do not fuffer Sin to reign,

Ah! do-not let me fin again.

10. Or if I ask I know not what,
The Knowledge of a future Grace,
If This can only Then be wrought
When pure in Heart I fee Thy Face,
O pierce, and fill me Now with Fear.
Of Sin, and Hell forever near:

11. O put Thy Fear within my Heart,
That I may tremble at Thy Word,
Nor ever from Thy Paths depart,
Or dare to fin against the LORD,

Till I the Promis'd Seed receive,
Let Ishmael before Thee live.

12. I ask according to Thy Will,
O keep me till the Grace is given,
Till I Thy Holy Law fulfil

On Earth, as Angels do in Heaven,.
Thy uttermoft Salvation prove,
Made perfect in Almighty Love.

PART III.

REAK ftubborn Heart, and figh no more
To mock me with a Shew of Good,

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To make me think the Conflict o'er
The Strength of Inbred Sin fubdu'd ;
Or let me cease from. Every Ill,
Or bear the Nether--Milftone still.

2. Away my flatt'ring Hopes, and Fears The Tranfports of my fhort-liv'd Grief, Away my anavailing Tears,

Nor mock me with your vain Relief, Diffembling Tears, 'tis paft your Art To melt the Marble of my Heart.

3. My Heart, which now to Go D aspires, The following Moment cleaves to Duft, My firm Refolves, my Good Defires,

My holy Frames

-no more I truft,

Poor feeble broken Reeds, to You:
My Goodness melts as Morning-Dew.

4. Hardly convinc'd I own at last,
No Will to Good abides in me,

My latest Rag away I caft,

The Rag of my Sincerity,

I bear my double Sin, and Shame,
Beaft, Beaft, and Legion is my Name.

5. Full

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