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5 What Off'rings fhall I pay?
I'll blefs Thee Night and Day;
And when this Life is o'er,
Then I can praise Thee more.
Thro' all Eternity,

Thy Blood still dear will be.

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XXIII.

Ear Saviour, hear a Sinner's Pray'r,
To my Neceflity give Ear;

Wash me in Thy moft precious Blood, Heal my fick Heart by that warm Flood. 2 Nail my Affections to the Crofs; May I account but Dung and Drofs All that is Self, all that is mine, And only to Thy Will incline. 3 The Spark inkindled in my Breast Blow to a Flame; nor may I reft 'Till all and every Part of me Is fill'd with Praife and Love to Thee.

4 May I for ever fafe abide

Within the Wound of Thy dear Side, There meditate that wond'rous Love, Which brought Thee from Thy Throne above.

5 My Jefus left his Heav'ns, and came To ranfom Sinners from their Shame,

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That they might feel their Sins forgiv'n,
And find in Him their Peace and Heav'n.

6 His Peace He to His Children left,
When of his Life He was bereft ;
When he was faftened to the Tree,
Those Wounds did buy that Peace for me.
7 Lord! I am Thine, then take me now,
Lo, at Thy Feet my Soul I bow,
Afham'd that I no fooner ran
To Thee the Saviour of loft Man.

XXIV.

From the German.

No. 1138.

3 Vening Star, I follow Thee,
Lead me here, or lead me there :

Thou my Staff in trav'ling be,
I'll no other Weapon bear;
Me may Angels guard from ill,
When I am to do thy Will:

So fhall I, with fteady Pace,
Reach the deareft City, Grace.
2 This my Mafter's Purchafe is ;
Here my Lord my Chrift is King;
He is mine, and I am his,
Him I'll ever praise and sing:

Who

Who can hurt me in this Place,
Fenc'd and fortify'd by Grace?
Dearest City, I am thine :
And thy Happiness is mine.

FOR

XXV.

From the German,

No. 1023. V. 4.

OR fuch poor Souls who dare of no-
thing boaft,

Who think they're irrecoverably loft,
Who twist and twine beneath Sin's heavy
Load,

The Lamb has paid the Price, his precious
Blood.

2 Grace iffues from his Wounds, which Strength fupplies,

So that one chearful, Abba Father cries, And thenceforth dares affert in ev'ry Place, I am a Child of God, an Heir of Grace..

3 But what rough Ways, what Toil, Fatigue, and Care

Throughout the Pilgrims fev'ral Paths ap

pear?

What

What tender Care must o'er the Babes be shewn,

E're we dare truft them to proceed alone? 4 O thou majestic tender Heart of Love, How largely we Thy Royal Favour prove! Thy ftretch'd out Hands no Weariness exprefs,

So kind Thy Heart, fo ftrong thy Zeal to blefs.

5 What Soul can then the leaft Objection.

make;

Who would not gladly Thy Reproach partake?

Who can one Moment more unwilling be To bear Thy eafy Crofs, and follow Thee? 6 Look down upon Thy Cloud of Witneffes, Which deems itself unworthy of Thy Grace, Which with the deepest Reverence and

Shame

Sits at Thy Feet and magnifies Thy Name, 7 With everlasting Mercy crown their Heads, And Manly Courage which no Danger

dreads,

Yea blefs them with a daily large Increase, Till they launch forth into eternal Blifs.

8 We owe our every Bleffing to Thy Love, Thou living Centre, to whom all Things

move,

Ceafe

Ceafe not to let Thy Zeal our Breafts inspire,

Til high exalted to Thy heavenly Choir. 9 O let Thy Unction overflow our Hearts, Which Life and Spirit to the Soul imparts, And when our Tongues are faint and parch'd, and dry,

Let Grace renew them, and fresh Strength fupply.

10 And now what shall we more of Thee de

mand,

Which we find not compleated to our
Hand?

Blefs us with many gracious happy Days,
And fill enlarge our Plan to speak Thy
Praise.

F

XXVI.

Rom Life and Grace (this we are bold
Before an erring World t' affert)

Nothing one Moment does withhold
One Man, but his unwilling Heart :
In our dear Lord there's no Delay,
Fixt is His Will, and plain His Way.
2 Should any Soul of serious Frame,
That long has feem'd to feek His Face,
Its tedious Tasks and Trials name
Preparatory Steps to Grace ;

We

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