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O let me commend
My Saviour to you. The Publican's Friend
And Advocate too : For you he is pleading
His Merits and Death With Gop interceding For Sinners beneath.
VI. Then let us submit
His Grace to receive, Fall down at his Feet,
And gladly believe We all are forgiven
For Jesus's sake, Our Title to Heaven
His Merits we take.
From Heav'n and Thee remov'd so far) Draw nigh; thy pitying Ear incline,
And caft not out my languid Pray’r.
Thou lov'st to prop the feeble Knee ;
And burst the Barriers of my Tomb,
Forth ai thy Call, tho' bound, I come:
Free me indeed, pronounce the Word,
Thy Mercies and my Wants to tell :
Saviour thy Love I wait to feel. Freed from the Pow'r of cancel'd Sin:
When shall my Soul triumphant prove? Why breaks not out the Fire within
In Flames of Joy and Praise and Love?
Sweetly dissolv'd in gracious Tears?
And till thy lovely Face appears, Still may I at thy Footstool keep,
And watch the Smile of op'ningHeav'n: Much would I pray, and love, and weep;
I would, for I have much forgiv'n.
And vex my Soul ab!olv'd from Sia,
Still am I all unclean, unclean ! Affail'd by Pride, allur'd by Sense,
On Earth the Creatures court my stay,
My God, my Saviour, and my Spouse.
Thou art the Good I seek below ;
Fulness of Joy in Thee there is,
Its Wand'rings all to Thee are known,
Nor Sin disseize Thee of thine own. Stir up thy interposing Pow'r,
Save me from Sin, from Idols save,
I know my Sins are now forgiv’n !
Nor keep my Life, to lose my Heav'n.
This only Cup I would decline,
The Trial I would die to shun, Welcome the Strife, the Grief, the Pain,
Thy Name be prais'd, thy Will be done! I from thy Hand the Cup receive,
Meekly submit to thy Decree, Gladly for Thee consent to live!
Thou, LORD, haft liv'd, haft dy'd for me!
ISAIAH xliii. 1, 2, 3.
Who form'd me Man forbids my Fear :
The LORD protects for ever near :
I ask in Faith his promis'd Aid,
And shrink from my devoted Head :
And thro' the Fire pursue my Way;
The lambent Flames around me play:
And guard in fierce Temptation's Hour ;
Shew forth in me thy saving Pow'r :
(Good as thou art, and strong to save) I'll walk o'er Life's tempeft'ous Sea,
Up-born by the unyielding Wave;
When high the Storms of Paffion rise,
And half o'erwhelm my sinking Soul ;
Unhurt, on Snares and Deaths I'll tread;
Pour all its Flames upon my Head, Like Moses' Bulh I'll mount the higher, And flourish unconfum'd in Fire,
Dialogue of ANGELS and Men.
I. . E Worms of Earth our God admire,
The God of Angels praise ;
His nobler Creatures view.
Before the World began :