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Hardly now at laft I yield,
I yield with all my Sins to part,
Let my Soul be fully heald,

And throughly cleans’d my Haert.

8. Sin is now my fore Disease,

But, tho' I would be free,
When the Water troubled is,

There is no Help for me:
Others find a Cure, not I,
In Thee they wash away their Sin,
I, alas ! have no Man nigh

To put my Weakness in. 9. Pain, and Sickness, at Thy Word,

And Sin and Sorrow flies,
Speak to me, Almighty LORD,

And bid my Spirit rise,
Bid me take

my
Burthen

up,
The Bed on which Thyself didft lie,
When on Calvary's steep Top

My Jesus deign'd to die, 10. Bid me bear the hallow'd Cross,

Which Thou hast born before, Walk in all Thy Righteous Laws, And go, and sin

no more, Least the heaviest Curse of all The vile Apoftate's Curse I prove; To the hottest Hell they fall

Who fall from Pard'ning Love.

11. But Thou canst preserve from Sing.

And stablish me with Grace,
Keep my helpless Soul within

Thy Arms thro all my Days:
Jesu, I on Thee alone
For persevering Grace depend ;
Love me freely, love Thine own,

And love me to the End..

WoMy fad alited State?

The Good SAMARITIAN.
Oe is me! what Tongue can tell

My fad afflicted State!
Who my Anguilh can reveal,

Or all my Woes relate !
Fallen
among

Thieves I am,
And they have robb’d me of my God,
Turn'd my Glory into Shame,
And left me in my

Blood.

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2. God was once my Glorious Dress,

And I like Him did shine,
Satan of His Righteousness

Hath spoil'd this Soul of Mine ;
By the mortal Wound of Sin
'Twixt God and me the Parting made :
Dead in Adam, dead within,

My Soul is Wholly dead.

3. I have lost the Life Divine,

And when this Outward Breath
To the Giver I resign,

Muft die the Second Death.
Naked, helpless, stript of God,
And at the latest Gasp I lie :
Who beholds me in my Blood,

And saves me e'er I die?

4. Lo! the Priest comes down in vain

And sees my fad Distress,
Sees the State of Fallen Man,

But cannot give me Ease :
Patriarchs and Prophets Old
Observe my wretched, desp’rate Cafe,
Me expiring they behold,

But leave me as I was.

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Hardly now at last I yield,
I yield with all my Sins to part,
Let my Soul be fully heald,

And throughly cleansd my Haert.

8. Sin is now my fore Disease,

But, tho' I would be free,
When the Water troubled is,

There is no Help for me :
Others find a Cure, not I,
In Thee they wash away their Sin,
I, alas ! have no Man nigh

To put my Weakness in. 9. Pain, and Sickness, at Thy Word,

And Sin and Sorrow fies,
Speak to me, Almighty LORD,

And bid my Spirit rise,
Bid me take

my
Burthen

up,
The Bed on which Thyself didit lie,
When on Calvary's steep Top

My Jesus deign'd to die,
10. Bid me bear the hallow'd Cross,

Which Thou haft born before,
Walk in all. Thy Righteous Laws,
And
go,

and fin no more,
Least the heaviest Curse of all
The vile Apoftate's Curse I prove;
To the hottest Hell they fall

Who fall from Pard'ning Love.

11. But Thou canst preserve from Sin,

And stablish me with Grace,
Keep my helpless Soul within

Thy Arms thro' all my Days:
JESU, I on Thee alone
For persevering Grace depend ;
Love me freely, love Thine own,

And love me to the End..

1.

Wo ?

The Good SAMARITIAN.
Oe is me! what Tongue can tell

My sad afflicted State!
Who my Anguilh can reveal,

Or all my Woes relate ! Fallen among Thieves I am, And they have robb’d me of

my

God, Turnd my Glory into Shame,

And left me in my Blood.

2. God was once my Glorious Dress,

And I like Him did shine,
Satan of His Righteousness

Hath spoil'd this Soul of Mine ;
By the mortal Wound of Sin
'Twixt God and me the Parting made :
Dead in Adam, dead within,

My Soul is Wholly dead.

3. I have lost the Life Divine,

And when this Outward Breath
To the Giver I resign,

Must die the Second Death.
Naked, helpless, stript of God,
And at the latest Gasp I lie :
Who beholds me in my Blood,

And saves me e'er I die?

4. Lo! the Priest comes down in vain,

And sees my fad Distress,
Sees the State of Fallen Man,

But cannot give me Ease :
Patriarchs and Prophets ON
Observe my wretched, desp'rate Case,
Me expiring they behold,

But leave me as I was.

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5. Lo! the Levite me espies,

And stops to view my Grief,
Looks on me,

and bids me rise,
But offers no Relief :
All my Wounds he open tears,
And searches them, alas ! in vain,
Fill'd with Anguilh, Griefs, and Fears,
He leaves me in

my

Pain. .

6. O Thou Good Samaritan,

In Thee is all my Hope,
Only T hou canst iuccour Man,

And raise the Fallen up:
Hearken to my Dying Cry,
My Wounds compassionately fee,
Me a Sinner pass not by

Who gasp for Help to Thee.

-7. Still Thou journey'it where I am,

And itill Thy. Bowels move,
Pity is with Thre the same,

And all Thy Heart is Love :
Stoop, to a poor Sinner stoop,
And let Thy healing Grace abound,
Heal

my

Bruises, and bind up
My Spirit's every Wound.
%. Saviour of my Souł draw nigh,

In Mercy haste to me,
At the Point of Death I lie,

And cannot come to Thee :
Now Thy kind Relief afford,
The Wine and Oil of Grace pour in,
Good Physician, speak the Word,

And heal my Soul of Sin.

9. Pity to my dying Cries

Hath drawn Thee from above,.
Hovering over me with Eyes

Of Tenderness and Love:

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