I What Point before in Thought and Will That Point we now in Fact and Life Upon the World and its fine Things 12 Our King mean while (who from a Love Beyond Repayment far, Lends to our Ufes all good Things, We ne'er fhall want our needful Food, 13 We thank Him for it, our good Lord! To us thefe Gifts of His are not There's other Hunger, other Thirst By the Lamb's dying kindled 'tis, 23 14 The 14 15 The Fountain of his Grace we fain In largest Draughts would drink, And feed upon his Word, till we Beneath the Sweetness fink. The Righteousness that comes by Blood, Is our Life-giving Feast; Still on thofe Wounds our Souls would harg And when we have for our own Wants When from the bleft atoning Blood And gladly call them to partake Our Spoil that we have found. 17 Among his Family of Grace "My Gifts will by imparting grow, The The more we therefore give and fpend 18 So, like a Tide that can't be check'd, 19 To each 'tis giv'n, whom duly He And made His own, and number'd with 20 Freedom it is, to purge the Heart That neither Avarice nor Luft Nor Pride do harbour there. And when fome Ill won't leave its Hold For ought that we can do,. We know the Remedy; 'tis Grace; 2 This, 21 This, by the Saviour's Pow'r expels 22 That fomewhat of this Kind in us While to our virt'ous Lives and Deeds 23 Eafy for us to think of each And could I bring him once to know He in one Hour would prove. 24 For with the fweet familiar Joy's The The farther then Grace leads us on WH CLXII. 7Hat Pains poor Souls go thro' to trace The Way to Peace and Happiness, Before 'tis on their Minds impress'd That Chrift's the Sinner's only Rest! 2 His Wounds ftand open to receive Such helpless Sinners as believe; Thither I fly with eager Hafte, And kifs His Crofs, and hold it fast. His Wounds to me are very fweet; When I fink down before His Feet As poor and helpless, then my Soul Melts, and His Blood runs thro' the Whole. 4 Strive I to make my own felf Poor? 3 I get much Pain, but nothing more: Strive I in Comforts to be great? Inftead of Joy. I Mis'ry. meet. 5 But when He fhews me how I rove, And court my Brethren's Praife and Love, How Self-will raifes Difcontent Against my Saviour's Government, |