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am a little Child you see,
My Strength is little too, But yet I fain would faved be,
Lord, teach me what to do, 2 My Saviour, hear; Thou for my Good
Wert pleas'd a Child to be, And Thou didft fhed Thy precicus Blood
Upon the Cross for me.
My Thankfulness to shew
Else I shall never know.
That Thou doit want my Heart. As thy Reward and Purchase dear,
That 'T'hou in Earnest art. 5 Come then, and take this Heart of mine,
Come take me as I am,
Down at Thy Feet still may I bow,
Be thine, my Saviour, ftill,
Nor ever shew Self-Will.
Help my C ompanions too.
From ev'ry Hurt and Stain, First make them, and then keep them pure,
And ihut to all that's vain. 9 If early Thou wouldt have me die,
O that no Harm will be: Into Thy Arms I then will fly,
And ever live with Thee.
In Years and Stature grow,
While I am here below.
And serving Thee in Love, Put a bleit End unto my Days,
And kiss me there above.
With equal Awe before Thee fall,
Appointed Lord and Heir of all! Appointed, since Thy bloody Fight,
To call and draw the Sons of Men Thy Property by justest Right,
Since bought with Agony and Pain. 2 To Thy great Majesty be Praise,
Which suffer'd such a Wretch to be, And help'd me, thro' attracting Grace,
The Father's loving Heart to see :
Strives to compleat the Creature New. 3 Thanks for all this, Eternal Friend,
And for all that which I forget,
For Thou're unfathomably great.
When I Thy Love astonish'd see,
arile ! Eternity, Immensity,
These are its only Boundaries.
Let Thy soft Voice persuade,
We need not be afraid. 2 Is Sin our Grief? whatever Sin,
(No Difference it makes :) 'Tis all forgiven thro' that Blood
Thou spilledst for our sakes. 3 Is Unbelief the Thing we feel ?
(Above all Vice accurft :) Yet when Thou diedst for all Sins,
Thou didft include the worst. 4 Have we fwhich bitter is indeed);
Forsook thy Love when known? Yet Thou a gentle Master art,
Nor wilt the Weak disown. 5 Are we o'erwhelm'd with Thought and Care,
Hath Sorrow seiz'd our Breast?
Yet Thou wilt give us Reft.
But feel we are not right?
Be fimple in Thy Sight.
There dwelleth no good Thing?
Did full Salvation bring.
That Thou wert pleas'd a Man to be, A Virgin's Womb Thou didft not fcorn, And Angels fhout to see Thee born,
Hallelujah. 2 Th' eternal Father's only Son
Takes up a Manger for his 'Throne.