6 When Satan tempts how foon I start, Pafs by Convictions in my Heart, Let my best Love and Zeal abate, Fall, and my very Falls forget: 7 When I fee This, I can't express What melting Shame, and yet what Peace Breaks on my Soul from ev'ry Side,

Because for This my Saviour died.

8 Thofe Souls who ftray not from their Hearts,
Nor from the Grace the Lamb imparts,
They feel how far extends His Death,
And live the happy Life of Faith.

9 Thou know'ft, for this I thirft, my Lamb! To live this Life is all my Aim;

And tho' too oft Self creeps between, Yet Self and all Things elfe are Pain. 10 Compleat Thy Work, my gracious King! My Heart into that Order bring

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Which Thou wouldst have, that all in me
May to Thy Scepcer bow the Knee.

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CLXIII.

Hat Praife unto the Lamb is due!
How should our Spirits all take Fire,
When we his boundless Love review,
And fee him in his Blood expire;
Who can describe, how much he lov'd,

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Or paint that strong uncommon Zeal, With which his tender Heart was mov'd, When he fuftain'd the Pains of Hell.

2 Who knows what Pain he underwent,

When from the Cross he cry'd fo loud,
Why, why, (his Heart with Anguifh rent)
Forfakt Thou me, my God, my God?
This was a bitter Cry indeed,

This was a dark and doleful Hour;
His very Spirit seems to bleed,

And Hell t' exert its utmost Power.

3 The Burthen's great, yet can't He reft Till all the Curfe from Man's remov'd, Tho' fo intolerably prest,

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Yet to the laft he faithful prov'd:
Refolv'd to make loft Man his Spoil,
He feems before the Foe to yield,
And fuffers all, nor minds the Toil,

Till with his Life he wins the Field.

While others make the Law their Aim,
Thence count their Gain, thence mourn
their Lofs,

We'll know nor feek no other Name,
Than Jefus bleeding on the Crofs;
Jefus the hungry Sinner's Feaft,
Jefus the Sinner's only Good,
This will we only thirst to taste,
The Quintessence of Jefu's Blood.

5 This is our Point; his dying Smart Alone can Unbelief remove,

Alone can melt the ftubborn Heart,

And make it feel the Warmth of Love;
This must each reafning Thought control,
Pardon each unadvised Step,
Renew and purify the Whole,

And in its proper Order keep. 6 In livelier Colours, Jefu! draw

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Thy bleeding Wounds within my Breaft;
And make Thy dying Love my Law,
Till Sin is wholly difpoffeft;
By this alone I wish to live,

Nor from the Law feek ease again;
For if Thy Blood can't Vict'ry give
Legal Attempts must all prove vain.

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CLXIV.

Hat fays a Soul, that now doth tafte Some fellowship with Chrift by Faith; That on the Cross its Eye hath caft,

And fees thro' That a wond'rous Path, Leading to Life and sweet Repose As only the Believer knows?

2 It fays, for me there's Nothing good,
(Infant in Grace, and old in Sin)

But ftill to look to Jefu's Blood,
And wash me ev'ry Hour therein ;

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In ev'ry Cafe this Balm apply, My neareft dearent Remedy. 3 Should any Contemplation fair,

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Should any Thought however bright
From Jefu's Blood divert my Care,
'Twould rob me of true Life and Light;
The Soul that ftrays from this one Point,
Is weak, and fore, and out of Joint.

What Thanks can I repay my Lord,

That He has fhewn to me His Wounds
That to my inward Ear, this Word

His Blood, like fweeteft Mufic founds;
Mine, who thro' Pride could never yield
Till now upon that Rock to build ?

5 O precious Grace! I look with Dread"
Both inwardly and all around;
Call'd forth, while other Souls are dead,
Call'd forth, yet in myself unfound;
Jefu, who call'ft me, be my Aid,
Under Thy Wings I'm not afraid.

What is't that moves Thy ftrong Defire, And fets Thy inmoft Soul on Fire ? Thou that art holy, great, and ftill the fame, And bearest Wonder in Thy very Name? 2 The Answer, if we would be just, Muft lay us blufhing in the Duft: "I love thee, Sinner, as thou art, 'Tis thou that haft inflam'd my Heart; Almighty, rich and glorious tho' Fbe, And thou mere Nakedness and Mifery." 3. What Wonder in the Soul takes Place, To hear and feel fuch Words of Grace! To know one's own accurfed Heart,

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And Thy great Name, and what Thou art;
And yet to find Thee ftill fo grácious prove,
This makes us fink away for Shame and
Love.

We all know Who, and What we are,
And all with one Confent declare,
That we no Good in us could find
To move Thee, Lord, to be fo kind:
Yet many here with inward Rapture feel
Thy Spirit's Unction, and affuring Seal.
5 O ground us deeper ftill in Thee,
And let us Thy Difciples be!
And when we witness here below,
Let Thy pure Joy our Hearts o'erflow,

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