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9 But thou, they say, art palling by,

O let me find thee near :
Jesus in mercy, hear my cry,

Thou Son of David hear.
10 Long have I waited in the way

For thee, the heav'nly light; Command me to be brought, and fay, Sinner, receive thy sight!


Encourag'n by thy word

Of promise to the poor,
Behold a beggar, Lord,

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;
Or, if thou now befriend,

I'll crouble thee no more ;
Thou often has reliev'd my pain,
And often I'must come again.

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6 Tho'crumbs are much too good

For such a dog as I,
No less than children's food

My soul can satisfy;
O do not frown and bid me go,
I must have all thoa canft bestow.

7 Nor can I willing be

Thy bounty to conceal
From others, who, like me,

Their wants and hunger feel :
I'll tell them of thy mercy's fore,
And try to send a thousand more.

8 Thy thoughts, thou only Wife,

Our thoughts and ways transcend,
Far as the arched fkies

Above the earth extend :
Such pleas as mine men would not bear,
But God regards a beggar's pray'r.


HYMN XXIX. . 1 Jesu, lover of my foul,

Let me to thy bosom fly
While the nearer waters roll,

While the tempest ftill is high :
Hide me, O my Saviour, hide,

Till the storm of life is past;
Safe into the haven guide,

O receive my soul at laft! 2 Other refuge have I none,

Hangs my helpless foul on thee,
Leave, ah! leave me not alone,

Still support and comfort me:
All my trust on thee is stay'd, TTC

All my help from thee I bring !
Cover my defenceless head

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;
Let the healing streams abound;

Make and keep me pure within.
Thou of life the fountain art,

Freely let me take of thee;
Spring thou up within my heart,

Rise to all eternity.


O Love divine! how sweet thou art !
When shall I find my willing heart

All taken up by thee?
I thirst, I faint, I die to prove
The greatness of redeeming love,

The love of Christ to me!

2 Stronger his love than death or hell;
Its riches are unsearchable :

The first-born fons of light
Defire in vain its depths to see ;
They cannot reach the mystery,

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 !
For love I figh, for love I pine :
This only portion, Lord, be mine!

Be mine this better part!

4 O that I could for ever fit
With Mary at the Master's feet!

Be this my happy choice :
My only care, delight, and bliss,
My joy my heav'n on earth be this,

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.


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whither Ahould I go,

Burden'd, and lick, and faint ?
To whom should I my trouble show

And pour out my complaint ?
My Saviour bids me come,

Ah! why do I delay?
He calls the weary finner home,

And yet from him I stay. 2 What is it keeps me back,

From which I cannot part ?
Which will not let my Saviour take

Poffeffion of my heart?
Some cursed thing unknown

Must surely lurk within :
Some idol, which I will not own,

Some fecret bosom-fin. 3 Jesu, the hin'drance show,

Which I have fear'd to see ;
Yet let me now consent to know

What keeps me out of thee.
Searcher of hearts, in mino

Thy trying pow'r display i
Into its darkest corners thine,

And take the veil away. 4 I now believe, in thee

Compassion reigns alone :
According to my faith, to me

O lei it Lord, be done !
In me is all the bar,

Which thou would'At fain remove ;
Remove it, and I Thall declare

That God is only love.

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