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Now, ev'n now I fee Thy Face,
And bad the Sinner live..
10. Surely now the Bitterness
Of Second Death is past :
On Thee my Soul is cait ;
And all my Sickness cure.
11. Perfect then the Work begun,
And make the Sinner whole,
My Body, Spirit, Soul :
Take me, Jesu, to Thy Arms.
Groaning for Redemption. "Lo
ORD, I confess my Sins to Thee,
My Sins beyond Expression great, Faft bound in Sin and Misery,
My Spirit faints beneath the Weight, And struggles to throw off the Load, But cannot, cannot come ta. God.
2. O how shall I the Anguish bear
Of Inbred Siri's envenom'd Dart ? The Mischief hence I cannot tear,
'Tis enter'd deep into my Heart, It's Poison drinks my Spirits up, And quenches my last Spark of Hope.
3. O wretched Man, what must I do?
I neither can resist or fly;
I cannot find a Saviour nigh:
Me from Perdition what can save!
Juftly my God His Help denies :
No Fear of God before my Eyes ;;
Whither, ah whither shall I go?
The Snares of Death my Soul surround, The Floods of Wickedness o'erfow,
And desp'rate is my Spirit's Wound, The Worm that never dies I feel, Arrested by the Pains of Hell.
6. O could I but escape away,
And steal into the filent Tomb,
And at my lateft Hour o'ercome,
Yet once again I Thee implore,
And let me die, and fin no more, Now, let me Now lay down my Head, From Pain, and Sin forever freed.
8. O GOD, regard my bitter Cry,
I groan to be redeem'd from Sin, To Thee I lift my weeping Eye,
Open Thy Arms, and take me in ; To 'Thee my lab'ring Soul I bow, Require it, О require it Now.
9. I know it is not now'renew'd,
I am not fit Thy Face to see,
In my last Hour shall work on me ::
10. My God, I cannot let Thee go,
Without an Answer to my Prayer : tell me, that it shall be so,
I soon shall lose in Death my Care,
I doubt not, LORD, but there remains.
From Troubles, Doubts, and Guilt and Fear.
12. I only wait for this glad Hour,
'Tis all my Business here below, Send down into my Soul the Power,
And let me die Thy Love to know, Renew me, and withdraw my Breath, Give Power o're Sin, and Instant Death.
The Hurry of my peevith Grief,
And stagg'ring oft thro' Unbelief,
The Fond Impatience of my Prayers,
My faithless Doubts, and fruitless Cares,
Thou know'xt, till Thou Thy Life bring in,
3. The Captive Exile makes his Moan,
And haltens to be loos’d from Pain,
The Dread least I should turn again,
And falls a Mountain on my Head,
In hearing Satan's Factors plead,
Or reft, if Sin in me remain.
And catch at Thy Unknown Decreez
Was chose from all Eternity:
“ The Best must always strive with Sir, 66 God will not answer All your Wants,
“ God will not make you throughly clean, “ Sin must have some Unhallow'd Part, * CHRisT cannot fill up All the Heart.”. 7. Can Life, and Deach together dwell?
Can CHRIST with Belial ee'r agree?
Can both at once have Place in me?
8. No, Jesus, no! Thou Holy One,
When Thou shalt come into my Heart, I know that Thou wilt reign Alone,
And Sin forever shall depart,
Thy Love shall cast out all my Fear
9. In patient Hope for This I wait,
Till all old Things are paft away, Till Thou shalt all Things new create,
And I behold Thy Perfect Day, The Mark of mine Election shew, And be in Christ a Creature new.
MNISCIENT, Omnipresent King,
The true, and merciful, and juft, To Thee iny last Distress I bring,
To Thee my desperate Cause I trust, I give my fond Complainings o're, I set my God a Time no more. 2. My Time, O God, is in Thine Hand,
Thou know'st my Feebleness of Soul, Able Thou art to make me stand,
Thou canst this Moment speak me whole,
Thy Counsellor I cannot be,
And secret Things belong to Thee,
The Hireling longeth for his Hire,
The Watcher for the Break of Day, But, O. my restless Heart's Defire,
Let me not murmur at Thy Stay ; Be stopt my Mouth, and fail my Tongue, But let Thy Spirit groan, How long!