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5. Full of Concupiscence and Pride,
Fit Fuel for Eternal Fire,
The Baseness of impure Desire ;,
6. I start from the Contempt of Men,
But shameless in His Sight appear
My Heart is harden'd from His Fear,
7. O What a loathsome Hypocrite
Am I! A Child of Wrath and Sin,
An Outward Saint, a Fiend withing,
O God, the work is worthy Thee ;
The Chief, the vileft Sinner see,
Shall ftrangely be brought out of Me,
Redeem'd from All Iniquity,
10. Thee I fall then forever praise,
In Spirit and in Truth adore, While all I am declares Thy Grace,
And born of God I fin no more,
The pure and Heavenly Nature share,
Aviour from Sin, I wait to prove
That Jesus is Thy Healing Name, To love, when perfected in Love,
Whate'er I have, or Can, or Am; I stay me on Thy faithful Word, 'The Servant shall be As his LORD.
2. Answer that gracious End in me
For which Thy precious Life was given,
Restore, and make me meet for Heaven ;.
3. 'T'is not a bare Release from Sin,
Its Guilt and Pain, my Soul requires,
Thee, Jesus, Thee my Heart desires,
appear, Sin to condemn, and Man to save ? That perfect Love might caft out Fear,
That I Thy Mind in me might have,
No longer to Myself, but Thee?
To Him who gave Himself for Me? Come then, my Master and my God, Take the dear Parchase of Thy Blood..
6. Thine own peculiar Servant claim
For Thine own Truth and Mercy's Sake, Hallow in me Thy Glorious Name,
Me for Thine own this Moment take, And change, and throughly purify: Thine only may I live, and die.
We have not an High-Priest which
cannot be touched with the Feeling
of our Infirmities, &c. Heb. iv. 15. 'O
Full of Truth and Grace for me, Mark the Heavings of my Breait,
See my Sin and Misery! Surely All to Thee is known
Tho' Thou dost not yet appear, Noted is my every Groan,,
Counted is my every Tear: 2. I have not a Priest unmou'd
With the Feeling of my Woe, Who Himself was never prov'd,
Who my Sufferings cannot know :: Touch'd most sensibly Thou art
With my Soul's Infirmities, Still the Saviour's gentle Heart
Doth with Sinners simpathize. 3. Tho' He now triumphant reigns,
Still as in His Days of Flesh, All His Agonies and Pains
In our Souls He feels afresh : Tho' exalted to a Throne,
Thou dost in our Sorrows share, Thou haft rot forgot Thine own: Thine own Fleih and Blood we are.
4. Friend of Sinners, in Thy Heart,
Tell me, doth there not remain. One unarm'd and tender Part,
Capable of Human Pain? LORD, I wait for the Reply :
Groan an Answer from within, Tell me, Comforter, that I,
I shall be redeem'd from Sin. 5. Hoping against Hope I wait
For Redemption in Thy Blood : Help me in my loft Eftate,
Take away my heavy Load, Save me from this Tyranny,
O bring near the joyful Hour, From All Sin my Spirit free,
All the Guilt, and all the Power.
6. Grant, O grant my last Request,
Nothing do I afk befide, Only give my Spirit Reft,
Rest from Self, and Reft from Pride;, Bring into Thy Perfect Peace,
Give me Faith to enter in, Let me with Thry People cease
From my own dead Works of Sin.. 7. Power I want, a Constant Power
My own Evil to eschew,
Till I am a Creature New;
Till the Perfect Grace is given; Give me This, I ak beside
Nothing or in Earth or Heaven.
A Prayer for Persons join'd in
Of Every Sinful Heart,
O bid it All depart.
Leave us not Comfortless,
Of Everlasting Peace.
Each other's Cross to bear,
And feel his Brother's Care.
4. Help us to build each other up,
Our little Stock improve,
And perfect us in Love.
Let us in all Things grow,
And Sinless here below.
6. Then when the Mighty Work is wrought,
Receive Thy Ready Bride, Give us in Heaven a happy Lot
With All the Sanctified.