When the favour divine I first found in the blood of the Lamb; The angels could do nothing more And the story repeat, And the Lover of finners adore. 4 Was my joy and my fong; O that all his falvation might fee! To redeem fuch a rebel as me. 5 All fin, and temptation, and pain; I could not believe That I ever fhould grieve, That I ever should fuffer again. 6 I rode on the fky, Freely juftified I! Nor envy'd Elijah his feat; My foul mounted higher In a chariot of fire, And the Moon it was under my feet. I was perfectly bleft, As if fill'd with the fulness of God. Ан, HYMN CCXXIII. PART THE SECOND, H, where am I now! When was it, or how That I fell from my heaven of grace! I am brought into thrall, I am ftript of my All! I am banish'd from Jefus's face. 2 So infenfibly starting afide; When the tempter came in And infected my fpirit with pride. 3 That my Saviour was gone, Swiftly vanishing out of my fight; My triumph and boast On a fudden were loft, And my day it was turn'd into night. And make my Redeemer depart; I lament the fad lofs, For the veil is come over my heart. 5 Ah! wretch that I am! I can only exclaim, Like a devil tormented within ; My Saviour is gone, And has left me alone To the fury of Satan and fin. 6 Nothing now can relieve, I have lost all my peace and my pow'r; No accefs do I find To the Friend of mankind; I can ask for his mercy no more. Tongue cannot declare 7 The torment I bear, (While no end of my troubles I fee) Only Adam could tell On the day that he fell, And was turn'd out of Eden like me. 8 I wander abroad, Thro' a defert of forrows I rove: And how great is my pain, That I cannot regain My Eden of Jefus's love? 9 I never thall rife To my first paradife, Or come my Redeemer to fee And his pity fhall bring him to me. HYMN CCXXIV. How fhall a loft finner in pain Recover his forfeited peace; To fpare fuch a rebel as me? Such plenteous redemption in thee! 2 O Jefus, of thee I require, If ftill thou art able to fave, The brand to pluck out of the fire, The help of thy Spirit reftore, And fhew me the life-giving blood, And pardon a finner once more, And bring me again unto God. 3 O Jefus, in pity draw near, Come quickly to help a loft foul, To comfort a mourner appear, And make a poor Lazarus whole; The balm of thy mercy apply, (Thou feeft the fore anguish I feel) Save, Lord, or I perifh, I die; O fave, or I fink into hell! 4 I fink, if thou longer delay Thy pardoning mercy to fhow; Come quickly, and kindly display The pow'r of thy paffion below. By all thou haft done for my fake, One drop of thy blood I implore: Now, now let it touch me, and make The finner a finner no more. FOR THE KING. HYMN CCXXV. LORD, thou haft bid thy people pray For all that bear the fov'reign fway, Rulers, and governors, and pow'rs; 2 Jefu, thy chosen servant guard, Bid all his griefs and troubles cease, 3 Cover his enemies with fhame, Defeat their dire malicious aim, Their baffled hopes destroy; But show'r on him thy bleflings down ; 4 To hoary hairs be thou his God, 5 And when thou doft his fp'rit receive, Preferve him, Providence Divine, 6 Secure us of his royal race A man to stand before thy face, With wealth, profperity, and peace, A PARENT's PRAYER. HYMN CCXXVI. GOD only wife, almighty, good, Send forth thy truth and light |