O Lord, I ask, I feek, I knock,
Thou canst not Thy poor Creature mock;
Thy Word is past and cannot fail,
Here will I wait till I prevail.

6 Olet Thy Spirit stay with me,

To groan and fpeak my Wants to Thee, Still let it fhew iny ev'ry Need,

And that in Thee I'm help'd indeed.

7 This is my Suit to Thee, O Lord,
And Thou wilt all this Suit afford,
Thou wilt give more than I can think,
For Thou haft brought me from Hell's Brink
8 For Thou, great Saviour, King of Kings,
Whofe Grace Thy Church with Praifes fings,
Haft paid my Ranfom with Thy Blood,
Made me an Heir and Child of God.

L

LXXII.

From the German.

No. 1485. v. 6.

Ord Chrift, Thy Blood fo fhed,
Thy Nail-holes (see how red!)
Thy pierc'd, Thy through-bor'd Side,
Thy Sweat in Thy deep Need,
Secure and keep Thy Bride,
Till Thy Day fhall fhine,
Bleeding King of Thine!

LXXIII.

. LXXIII.

I ORD, I fain would happy be,
Therefore 'tis I come to Thee:

Many Thou haft happy made

By thy Blood and gracious Aid.

2 Thefe on Thee have caft their Care,
Mild as little Babes they are;
Thou doft fhew them what is best,
And thy Love does warm their Breaft.

3 Lord with me it is not fo,
Still I feel an inward Woe:
Are Believers happy Men?
Make me a Believer then.

4 'Tis not that I'm fo devout,
Piously to feek Thee out;

5

'Tis not that I love Thee Lord,
(Much I have thy Blood abhorr'd)

But Wretch 'tis this I want,
poor

We eary as I am and faint,

In Thy Mercy to poffefs
Now and ever perfect Peace.

LXXIV.

LXXIV.

From the German.

No. 1287. v. 5.

ORD, in this prefent Hour of Grace,
Do Thou in Mercy freely grant:
What in thy Kingdom has no Place,
What strengthens not our Covenant,
Whate'er may hinder thy Defign,
What becomes not a Child of Grace,
What makes us not more nearly Thine;
That do Thou utterly erafe.

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LXXV.

From the German.

No. 1167. v. 8., 9.

AKE thyfelf ready, O thou bleeding Love,

And let a double Zeal amongft us move: That for Thy Service we may all refign, And throughout all the World be only thine. 2 To thofe, who now as Pilgrims are employ'd,

And publish, how thy Death hath Sin de

ftroy'd,

Give Strength to fight, and fuccour when they fall;

Yea, let ten thoufand Angels guard them

all.

LXXVI.

From the German. No. 1076. v. 2. Many, who under Sin were fold,

Now at Love's throne are proftrate laid;

Many by Nature numb and cold,
Void of all Feeling, inly Dead,
Now Thy warm gracious Influence know,
Of Thy dear Blood the Power prove;
Which melts their Hearts, and makes them
flow,

And kindly take the Form of Love.

'MY

LXXVII.

Y Heart's fweet Treasure; when Ilook
On every pierced Wound,

I fink before Thee as vile Duft,
By Cords of Love fast bound.

2 O may I ever wond'ring lie,
Adoring thy Free-Grace!

Which has fo gently drawn my Soul
Thy Mercy to embrace.

O dea

3 Q deareft, faithful glorious Friend!
What haft Thou given me ?

Thy precious and attoning Blood,
Life, Peace and Liberty.

4 But fay my Lord, ah, why is this,
So few their Saviour know?

5

And that pure Joy and Bleffedness
Which from thy Wounds do flow.

'Tis not of Thee, thou tender Lamb;
For all Thou gav't Thy Blood,

And wouldst have all to know the Truth,
Be reconcil'd to God.

6 O Lord of Glory, fpeak the Word,
True Preachers multiply;

Let thy pure Spirit fhew the World,
Where all their Sin doth lie..

7 My gracious Lord! whene'er I think,
From whence thou haft me brought;
My Heart is melted at fuch Grace,
Which my Deliverance wrought.

8 For what had I,. till I receiv'd?
Who made the Difference?

9

'Twas Thy Free-Grace fhew'd me Thy Blood,

Then gave me Confidence.

Now I can glory in the Lord
And his fweet bleeding Wounds;

And