4 Grant me a deeper Hold on Thee,
That at Thy Feet I may remain
A poor believing Suppliant,
Still glorying in Thy Jefus-name;
The Pow'r of which whoever feels,
Will find himself from Sin fet free,
And all Things which could e'er caufe Pain
In Time or in Eternity..
ESU, Thou Sinner-loving Lord,. Fullness of Life, and Peace divine! Touch with thy chearing, quick'ning Word, This cold, this lifeless Heart of mine; Speak from Thy blefs'd Abode above, O'ercome and melt me into Love.
2 I'm full of Fears, and Hopes, and Care,
(Amazements of the Curs'd below)
The dark'ning Cloud would breed Despair
It intercepts thy chearing Brow:
But come and fhed abroad Thy Light,
Come break the thick Ægyptian Night.
3 I own I am a Sinner vile :
From Unbelief is all my Smart ;
But ah! chaftife me with a Smile,
And holy Shame fhall warm my Heart;
Again will I in Transport sweet
Adore Thy Wounds, and kiss Thy Feet.
4 Give me a little Time to lean
My troubled Head upon Thy Breast ; There will I learn to love again,
And lofe my Cares, and find my Reft: 'Tis only there my Wants will ceafe,. The Port of Blifs, the Sphere of Peace.
Thence will I wonder at my Fears,
And bless and own the Lord my Chief;
I'll blefs Thee with a thousand Tears,
And hate this fullen Unbelief:
Thence will I learn to doubt no more,.
But trust thy Love, and wait thy Pow'r.
From the German,
Pant for Mercy free:
Yes, I fhould
weep a Sea,
Did I not Jefus know,
Who gave him felf for me
Up to the Traitor fo,
And to the Judge fevere,
And to the Crofs and Spear,
And to the Sepulchre.
2 Omy Immanuel,
My Soul come blefs and heal;
She fcarce can fhew her Face,
She can't her Grief conceal,
For ah! fhe's in Difgrace,
My Lamb, the Caufe is this,
Thou bled'ft to buy her Blifs,
And the unfaithful is.
3 Were others fery'd like Thee,
Whoever they might be,
And in whatever Land,
Their Rage I foon should fee,
I foon fhould feel their Hand:
But this affords me Pain,
The Lamb will not complain,
Will not reply again.
4 Should all the patient Love
In heav'nly Breafts above,
And all Mankind below,
At Once united prove,
In one Heart meet and grow;
His Patience, Omy Friends,
Far beyond this extends,
Far wide and never Ends.
Love is his Nature ftill,
Faithful his Heart and Will,
I am his helpless Worm,
Whereon he fhews his Skill;
I cannot ought perform,
But only quiet reft,
Look to his loving Breaft,
And let him do what's best.
6 Who would not think to fee
Pure Wonders now from me?
What finest Fruits should yield
T'adorn his Grace fo free,
My Heart's well-water'd Field ≥
Alas! what fhall. I fay ?
Hafte, reach a Leaf, I pray,
I fink for Shame away.
7 Myself what, justify!
That can I not, I cry,
Or to the Father fay,
Faithful and true am I
Complains the Fiend alw. y,
That I no Service do,
Herein I join him too,
Thou Lamb canft not do fo!
8 However, dearest Lamb,
Thou leav't me not in Shame ;
I am Thy Fleth and Bone,"
Who weak and helpless am,
Yet fain would 'bide thy own;
Who for the World did ft
pray,
And for thy Flock each Day,
For me Thou know'ft a Way.
9 Accus'd I furely am,
In this and that to blame,
In more than I can guess:
Stands in the Gap the Lamb,
And helps me in Distress,
O give me gracious Son,
Before thy glorious Throne,
Free Abfolution.
to Jehovah, Bridegroom dear,
Behold me guilty here,
Knowing the Shame fo great
(To thee 'tis likewise clear)
Brought on our married State;
And here I have no Veil,
Yet hath my Soul Thy Seal,
O my Immanuel.
11 O my Immanuel !
My Soul come bless and heal,
With Grace anoint it o'er,
Thy Oil of Joy reveal ;
Say to me Infect poor,
All thy Reproach is mine,
And all my Merit's thine,
How glorious shalt Thou shine
12 All this, Lamb, I believe !
There there my Shame receive,
Impart Thy Peace to me,
To work thy Pow'r give,
Then tir'd I fhall not be:
Amen! how true it is,
I am because He is,
And he is Love's Abyss,
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