2 Welcome as the water fpring
To a dry, barren place;
O defcend on me and bring
Thy fweet refreshing grace;
O'er a parch'd and weary land

As a great rock extends its fhade,
Hide me, Saviour, with thine hand,
And fcreen my naked head.
3 In the time of my diftrefs

Thou haft my fuccour been,
In my utter helpleffaefs
Reftraining me from fin:
O how fwiftly didft thou move,
To fave me in the trying hour!
Still protect me with thy love,
And fhield me with thy pow'r.
4 First and laft, in me perform
The work thou haft begun:
Be my fhelter from the ftorm,
My shadow from the fun
Let me hang upon my God,
Till I thy perfect glory fee,
Till the fprinkling of thy blood
Shall fpeak me up to thee.

HYMN XXXVIII.

A

THOU that hear'ft when finners cry, Tho' all my crimes before thee lie, Behold me not with angry look, But blot their mem'ry from thy book. 2 Create my nature pure within, And form my foul averse to fin: Let thy goed Spirit ne'er depart, Nor hide thy prefence from my heart. 3 I cannot live without thy light, Caft out and banish'd from thy fight;

D

Thy faving ftrength, O Lord, restore,
And guard me that I fall no more.
4 Tho' I have griev'd thy Spirit, Lord,
His help and comfort still afford:
And let a wretch come near thy throne
To plead the merits of thy Son.

5 My foul lies humbled in the duft,
And owns thy dreadful fentence juft :
Look down, O Lord, with pitying eye,
And fave the foul condemn'd to die.
6 Then will I teach the world thy ways,
Sinners shall learn thy fov'reign grace:
I'll lead them to my Saviour's blood,"
And they shall praife a pard'ning God.*
7 O may thy love infpire my tongue,
Salvation fhall be all my fong;
And all my pow'rs fhall join to blefs
The Lord, my ftrength and righteousness.

HYMN XXXIX.

DROOPING

ROOPING foul, fhake off thy fears,
Fearful foul, be strong, be bold,

Tarry till the Lord appears,

Never, never quit thy hold;
Murmur not at his delay,

Dare not fet thy God a time,
Calmly for his coming ftay,
Leave it, leave it all to him.

2 Fainting foul, be bold, be firong;
Wait the leifure of thy Lord;
Though it feeem to tarry long,
True and faithful is his word;
On his word my foul I caft,
(He cannot himself deny)
Surely it fall freak at last;
It fhall fpeak, and shall not lie.

**

3 Ev'ry one that feeks thall find:
Ev'ry one that asks fhall have;
Chrift, the Saviour of mankind,
Willing, able all to fave,

I fhall his falvation fee,
I in faith on Jesus call,
I from fin fhall be fet free,
Perfectly fet free from all.

4 Lord, my time is in thine hand;
Weak and helplefs as I am,
Surely thou canft make me ftand;
I believe in Jefu's name:
Saviour in temptation thou,

Thou haft fav'd me heretofore,
Thou from fin doft fave me now;
Thou shalt fave me evermore.

W

HYMN XL.

HY should the children of a king
Go mourning all their days?

Great Comforter, descend, and bring
The tokens of thy grace!

2 Doft thou not dwell in all thy faints,
And feal the heirs of heav'n?

When wilt thou banish my complaints,
And fhew my fins forgiv'n?

3 Affure my confcience of her part
In the Redeemer's blood;

And bear thy witness with my heart,
That I am born of God.

4 Thou art the earnest of his love,
The pledge of joys to come;
May thy bleft wings, Celeftial Dove,
Safely convey me home.

HYMN XLI.

■ My drowfy pow'rs, why sleep ye fo?
Awake, my fluggish foul!
Nothing hath half thy work to do;
Yet nothing's half fo dull.

2 Go to the ants:-for one poor grain
See how they toil and ftrive;-
Yet we, who have a heav'n t' obtain,
How negligent we live !

3 We, for whofe fake all nature stands,
And ftars their courfes move;

We, for whofe guards the angel bands,
Come Aying from above:

4 We,

for whom God the Son came down, And labour'd for our good,

How careless to fecure that crown
He purchas'd with his blood!

W 5 Lord, fhall we live fo fluggish fill, And never act our parts ?

Come, Holy Dove, from th' heav'nly hill,
And warm our frozen hearts.

6 Give us with active warmth to move,
With vig'rous fouls to rife,

With hands of faith, and wings of love,
To fly and take the prize.

PETITION.

HYMN XLII.

I HAPPY foul, that free from harms
Refts within his fhepherd's arms!"
Who his quiet fhall moleft?

Who fhall violate his reft?

Jefus doth his spirit bear,
Jefus takes his ev'ry care:

He who found the wand'ring fheep,
Jefus ftill delights to keep.
2O that I might fo believe,
Stedfaftly to Jefus cleave;
On his only love rely,
Smile at the destroyer nigh;
Free from fin and fervile fear,
Have my Jefus ever near;
All his care rejoice to prove,
All his paradife of love.

3 Jefus, feek thy wand'ring fheep,
Bring me back, and lead, and keep;
Take on thee my ev'ry care;
Bear me, on thy bofom bear.
Let me know my fhepherd's voice,
More and more in thee rejoice;
More and more of thee receive,
Ever in thy fpirit live.

4 Live, till all thy life I know,
Perfect through my Lord below,
Gladly then from earth remove,
Gather'd to the fold above;
O that I at last may stand
With the sheep at thy right-hand;
Take the crown fo freely giv'n;
Enter in, by thee, to heav'n.

HYMN XLIII.

MAKER, Saviour of mankind,

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Who haft on me bestow'd

An immortal foul, defign'd

To be the house of God: