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9 But thou, they say, art palling by,
O let me find thee near :
Thou Son of David hear.
For thee, the heav'nly light; Command me to be brought, and fay, Sinner, receive thy sight!
Of promise to the poor,
Waits at thy mercy's door: No hand, no heart, O Lord, but thine,
Can help or pity wants like mine. 2 The beggar's usual plea,
Relief from men to gain, lf offer'd unto thee
I know thou would't disdain : And those which move thy gracious ear,
Are such as men would scorn to hear. 3 I have no right to say,
That tho' I now am poor, Yet once there was a day
When I poffeffed more : Thou know'st that from my very birth
I've been the poorest wretch on earth. 4 Nor dare I to profess,
As beggars often do, Tho' great is my distress,
My faults have been but few : If thou should'st leave my soul to starve, It would be what I well deserve.
5 'Twere folly to pretend
I never begg'd before;
I'll crouble thee no more ;
6 Tho'crumbs are much too good
For such a dog as I,
My soul can satisfy;
7 Nor can I willing be
Thy bounty to conceal
Their wants and hunger feel :
8 Thy thoughts, thou only Wife,
Our thoughts and ways transcend,
Above the earth extend :
HYMN XXIX. . 1 Jesu, lover of my foul,
Let me to thy bosom fly
While the tempest ftill is high :
Till the storm of life is past;
O receive my soul at laft! 2 Other refuge have I none,
Hangs my helpless foul on thee,
Still support and comfort me:
All my help from thee I bring !
With the shadow of thy wing. 3 Thou,
'Chrift, are all I want, More than all in thee I find : Raile the fallen, cheer the faint,
Heal the tick, and lead the blind: Just and holy is thy name
I am all unrighteousness; False and full of sin I am,
Thou art full of treth and grace. 4 Plenteous grace with thee is found,
Grace to cover all my fin;
Make and keep me pure within.
Freely let me take of thee;
Rise to all eternity.
All taken up by thee?
The love of Christ to me!
2 Stronger his love than death or hell;
The first-born fons of light
The length, the breadth, and height 3 God only knows the love of God; O that it now was fhed abroad
In this poor ftony heart !
Be mine this better part!
4 O that I could for ever fit
Be this my happy choice :
To hear the Bridegroom's voice ! 5 O that I could, with favour'd John, Recline my weary head upon
The dear Redeemer's breast ! From care, and fin, and sorrow free, Give me, O Lord, to find in the
My everlasting rest.
whither Ahould I go,
Burden'd, and lick, and faint ?
And pour out my complaint ?
Ah! why do I delay?
And yet from him I stay. 2 What is it keeps me back,
From which I cannot part ?
Poffeffion of my heart?
Must surely lurk within :
Some fecret bosom-fin. 3 Jesu, the hin'drance show,
Which I have fear'd to see ;
What keeps me out of thee.
Thy trying pow'r display i
And take the veil away. 4 I now believe, in thee
Compassion reigns alone :
O lei it Lord, be done !
Which thou would'At fain remove ;
That God is only love.