From Heav'n and Thee remov'd so far) Draw nigh; thy pitying Ear incline, And caft not out my languid Pray'r. Gently the Weak Thou lov't to lead, Thou lov'ft to prop the feeble Knee; O break not then a bruifed Reed,
Nor quench the fmoaking Flax in me.
Buried in Sin, thy Voice I hear,
And burft the Barriers of my Tomb,
In all the Marks of Death appear,
Forth at thy Call, tho' bound, I come.
Give me, O give me fully, LORD,
Thy Refurrection's Pow'r to know:
Free me indeed, pronounce the Word,
And loose my Bands, and let me go.
Fain would I go to Thee, my GOD,
Thy Mercies and my Wants to tell :
I feel my Pardon feal'd in Blood's
Saviour thy Love 1 wait to feel.
Freed from the Pow'r of cancel'd Sin:
When fhall my Soul triumphant prove?
Why breaks not out the Fire within
When fhall my Eye affect my Heart,
Sweetly diffolv'd in gracious Tears?
Ah, LORD, the Stone to Flesh convert!
And till thy lovely Face appears,
Still may I at thy, Footftool 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.
Yet, O! ten thousand Lufts remain,
And vex my Soul abfolv'd from Sin,
Still rebel Nature ftrives to reign,
Still am I all unclean, unclean!
Affail'd by Pride, allur'd by Senfe,
On Earth the Creatures court my stay;
Falfe flatt'ring Idols, get ye hence,
Created Good be far away!
JESU, to Thee my Soul afpires,
JESU, to Thee I plight my Vows,
Keep me from earthly bafe Defires,
My Gon, my Saviour, and my Spouse.
Fountain of all-fufficient Blifs,
Thou art the Good I feek below;
Fulness of Joy in Thee there is,
Without 'tis Mis'ry all and Woe.
Take this poor wand'ring, worthiefs Heart,
Its Wand'rings all to Thee are known,
May no falfe Rival claim a Part,
Nor Sin diffeize Thee of thine own.
Stir up thy interpofing Pow'r,
Save me from Sin. from Idols fave, Snatch me from fierce Temptation's Hour, And hide, O hide me in the Grave!
I know Thou wilt accept me Now,
I know my Sins are now forgiv'n!
My Head to Death O let me bow,
Nor keep my Life, to lose my Heav'n
Far from this Snare my Soul remove,
This only Cup I would decline,
I deprecate a Creature-Love,
O take me, to fecure me Thine..
Or if thy wifer Will ordain
The Trial I would die to fhun,
Welcome the Strife, the Grief, the Pain,
Thy Name be prais'd, thy Will be done!
I from thy Hand the Cup receive,
Meekly fubmit to thy Decree,
Gladly for Thee confent to live!
Thou, LORD, hast liv'd, haft dy'd for me!
EACE, doubting Heart-my GoD's I am! Who form'd me Man forbids my Fear: The LORD hath call'd me by my Name,
The LORD protects for ever near :
His Blood for me did once attone,
And still he loves, and guards his own.
When paffing thro' the watry Deep,
I afk in Faith his promis'd Aid,
The Waves an awful Distance keep,
And shrink from my devoted Head:
Fearless their Violence I dare,
They cannot harm, for God is there!
To Him my Eye of Faith I turn,
And thro' the Fire purfue my Way;
The Fire forgets its Pow'r to burn,
The lambent Flames around me play :
I own his Pow'r, accept the Sign,
And shout to prove the Saviour mine.
Still nigh me, O my Saviour, ftand,
And guard in fierce Temptation's Hour;
Hide in the Hollow of thy Hand,
Shew forth in me thy faving Pow'r
Still be thy Arm my fure Defence,
Nor Earth nor Hell fhall pluck me thence.
Since Thou haft bid me come to thee,
(Good as thou art, and ftrong to fave)
I'll walk o'er Life's tempeft'ous Sea,
Up-born by the unyielding Wave;
Dauntless, tho' Rocks of Pride be near,
And yawning Whirlpools of Despair.
When Darkness intercepts the Skies,
And Sorrow's Waves around me roll;
When high the Storms of Paffion rise,
And half o'erwhelm my finking Soul;
My Soul a fudden Calm fhall feel,
And hear a Whisper, Peace, be ftill.”
Tho' in Affliction's Furnace try'd,
Unhurt, on Snares and Deaths I'll tread;
Tho' Sin affail, and Hell thrown wide
Pour all its Flames upon my Head,
Like Moses' Bush I'll mount the higher,
And flourish unconfum'd in Fire.
Dialogue of ANGELS and MEN.
E Worms of Earth our GoD admire, The GoD of Angels praise ; Men. Praise him for us ye Angels Choir, The Earth born Sons of Grace.
His Image view, in Us difplay'd
His nobler Creatures view.
Lower than you our Souls he made $
But he redeem'd them too.
Ang. As Gods we did in Glory fhine,
Before the World began:
Men. Our Nature too becomes divine,
And GoD himfelt is Man.
Ang. He cloath'd us in thefe Robes of Light,
The Shadow of his Son :
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