We muft fay no! Chrift needs them not, And this fine Web a falfe Heart wrought. 3 Should any think he's fo hem'd in With Lufts, as to be paft Relief; Alas! he knows not, that no Sin

Binds down the Soul, but Unbelief! 'Who to the Crofs can lift his Eye, Makes the whole Brood of Sins to fly, 4 Ready the Saviour is indeed

His glorious Work in all to do:
To ev'ry Man it must be faid,

Thou hadft been happy long ago, Hadit thou perplexing Thoughts caft off, And to Chrift look'd for Aid enough.

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XXVII.

O forth, in Spirit go

To Calv'ry's holy Mount!

See there thy Friend between two Thieves
Suff ring on thy Account.

2 Fall at His Crofs's Foot,

And fay, My God and Lord,

Here let me dwell, and view thofe Wounds Which Life for me procur'd!

3 Fix on that Face thine Eye;

Why dost thou backward fhrink?
What a bafe Rebel thou hast been

To Chrift, thou now dost think.
4 Fear not; for this is He
Who always loves us first,

And with white Robes of Righteousness
Delights to deck the worst.

5 Or art thou at a Loss

What thou to Him shalt say?
Be but fincere, and all thy Cafe
Juft as it is difplay.

6 That Heart our Saviour loves,
Which does not ftrive to weave
Pretences fair, to footh itself,
And His sharp Eyes deceive.

XXVIII.

From the German.

No. 1217. V. 5.

Race! how good, how cheap, how free

GGrace, how eafy to be found!

Only let your Mifery

In the Saviour's Blood be drown'd !
Wishful lie before His Throne,
Say, "I never will be gone,

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"Never till my Suit's obtain'd;
"Never till the Bleffing's gain'd."

XXIX.

From the German.

No. 210. V. 3.

Grant, in the Bottom of my Heart

Thy Name and bloody

May sparkle ev'ry Day and Hour,
That I may joyful be:

In the fame Form to me appear,
Wherein for all my Need
Thou willingly upon the Crofs
To Death Thyfelf didst bleed.

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Rant, Lord, I ne'er may doubt again
Or let Convictions die,

Of Truths which I was fure of then
When thy good Sp'rit was nigh.

2 If once I know, that thy pure Blood
Hath bought Man's Peace with Heav'n,
Be it in my glad Count'nance fhew'd
Thenceforth, that I'm forgiv'n.

3 If once I know, that Death of Thine
Has Satan's Pow'r destroy'd;
Let me ne'er yield to him and Sin,
Nor make Thy Conquest void.
4 If once I fee fome happy Man,
Who lives by Faith in Thee;
Let me ne'er doubt but thy Grace can
Perform the fame in me.

If I one Glimpse in my own Breaft
Feel of a Chriftian's Bliss;

Still on the Truth on't let me rest,
That fuch a Life there is.

XXXI.

Reat Saviour, one fweet Look of thine

'G Rejoices all my Heart;

With fuch a Blifs and Happiness,
As Words cannot impart.
I feel and catch a kindling Ray
From thy moft glorious Beams,
Which glows and sparkles in my Breaft,
And all my Soul inflames.

2O breathe on me continually,
And fan the living Fire,

Which Thou haft fhed deep in my Heart;
Each Day ftill raife it higher:

Let me not grieve nor quench this Spark,
Which Thou to me haft giv'n,
Which is a Pearl of fuch great Price,
It is a Tafte of Heav'n.

It is Thy Gift, my deareft Lord,
Therefore it is most fure,

That Floods can't drown,nor Waters quench

But ever 'twill endure,

For what had I to purchase this?

Had I a Kingdom's Wealth, 'Twould be contemn'd, 'tis for the Poor! The Sick cannot buy Health.

Thou art my Soul's Phyfician,
Thou gav'ft me Thy own Blood;
Thy precious Blood! for ev'ry Sore
That Balfam has prov'd good!
I have fo try'd this Remedy,
For ev'ry Ach and Pain,

That much I with all Sin-fick Souls,
Would take and use the fame.

O! that all knew Thy tender Heart,
And faw Thy loving Face!
O fend forth Meffengers, good Lord,
To publifh Thy free Grace.
Thou fittest on Thy royal Throne,
Now let Thy kingdom come:
And reign and conquer in all Hearts,
Which by Thy Death thou'ft won.