Now, ev'n now I fee Thy Face, The Balm of Gillead I receive,

Thou hait lav'd me by hy Grace,
And bad the Sinner live.

10. Surely now the BitternessTM
Of Second Death is past:
O my Life, my Righteousness
On Thee my Soul is cait;
Thou haft brought me to Thine Inn,

And I am of Thy Promise fure,

Thou fhalt cleanie me from All Sin;
And all my Sickness cure.

11. Perfect then the Work begun,
And make the Sinner whole,
All Thy Will on me be done,
My Body, Spirit, Soul:
Still preferve me tafe from Harms,.
And kindly for Thy Patient care,
Take me, JESU, to Thy Arms,
And keep me ever there.

1.

Groaning for REDEMPTION.

LORD, I confefs my Sins to Thee,

My Sins beyond Expreffion great, Fast bound in Sin and Misery,

My Spirit faints beneath the Weight, And struggles to throw off the Load, But cannot, cannot come to God.

2. O how shall I the Anguish bear

Of Inbred Sin's envenom'd Dart? The Mischief hence I cannot tear,

'Tis enter'd deep into my Heart, It's Poifon drinks my Spirits up, And quenches my last Spark of Hope

3. O wretched Man, what must I do?
I neither can refift or fly;

Hell, Earth, and Sin my Soul purfue,.
I cannot find a Saviour nigh:
Unhappy I fhall one Day fall,
Shall perish by the Hand of Saul.

4.

Me from Perdition what can fave!

Juftly my

GOD His Help denies : No Evil I abhor, and have

No Fear of GOD before my Eyes ;: Self-harden'd in my lost Estate,

All Sin I love, all Good I hate.

5. Whither, ah whither fhall I go?

The Snares of Death my Soul furround,
The Floods of: Wickednefs o'erflow,
And defp'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,
Defraud the Lion of his Prey,

And at my latest Hour o'ercome,
That Hour I now would prefent have,
Would now rejoice to finda Grave.

7.

O GOD, behold my troubled Breaft, Yet once again I Thee implore, Indulge me in my laft Requeft,

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, O require it Now.

.

9. I know it is not now renew'd,
I am not fit Thy Face to fee,

But truft, the Virtue of Thy Blood
In my laft Hour shall work on me ::
Some Miracle of Grace Unknown,
Without a Miracle Undone.

10. My GOD, I cannot let Thee go,
Without an Answer to my Prayer :
O tell me, that it fhall be fo,

I foon fhall lofe in Death my Care,
Where Fiends and Sins no more moleft,
And
weary Spirits are at rest.

II.

I doubt not, LORD, but there remains A Reft from Sin and Sorrow here,

Thy People here are freed from Pains

From Troubles, Doubts, and Guilt and Fear. But let me hence this Moment fly,

Save me from Sin, and let me die.

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 Inftant Death.

1. FOR

PART II.

ORGIVE me, O long-fuffering GOD',
The Hurry of my peevish Grief,

Tho' fainting underneath my Load,

And ftagg'ring oft thro' Unbelief,

Thee for my LORD I fain wou'd own,
And say, Thy only Will be done.

2. Forgive me then my Follies paft,
The Fond Impatience of my Prayers,
My rafh Complaints, and, eager Hafte,
My faithlefs Doubts, and fruitless Cares,

Thou know'ft, till Thou Thy Life bring in,
I cannot, cannot ceafe from Sin.

3. The Captive Exile makes his Moan,
And haftens to be loos'd from Pain,
The Pain thro' which I ever groan,

The Dread leaft I fhould turn again, Left all my Bread of Life fhould fail, And I fink down Unchang'd to Hell.

4. That dreadful Thought comes thundring back, And falls a Mountain on my Head,

Nor can, nor will I Comfort take

In hearing Satan's Factors plead,
I cannot hug, like Them, my Chain,
Or reft, if Sin in me remain.

5. In vain they bid me blindly fly,

And catch at Thy Unknown Decree
In vain they bid me dream, that I
Was chose from all Eternity:
Alas! I want Election's Seal,
For I am all Unholy ftill.

6. Tell me no more, ye Carnal Saints,
"The Best must always ftrive with Sin,
"GOD will not anfwer All your Wants,
"GOD will not make you throughly clean,
"Sin must have fome Unhallow'd Part,

CHRIST cannot fill up All the Heart."

7. Can Life, and Death together dwell?
Can CHRIST with Belial ee'r agree?
Darkness with Light, and Heaven with Hell?
Can both at once have Place in me?

Can I be CHRIST'S and Sin's Abode,
A Den of Thieves, and House of GOD?

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
Least Sin should come, when Thou art here.

9. In patient Hope for This I wait,
Till all old Things are past away,
Till Thou shalt all Things new create,
And I behold Thy Perfect Day,
The Mark of mine Election fhew,
And be in CHRIST a Creature new.

I.

PART III.

MNISCIENT, Omniprefent King,
The true, and merciful, and just,

To Thee my last Distress I bring,
To Thee my defperate Cause I trust,
I give my fond Complainings o're,
I fet my GoD a Time no more.

2. My Time, O GOD, is in Thine Hand, Thou know'ft my Feebleness of Soul, Able Thou art to make me ftand,

Thou canft this Moment speak me whole,
Or keep me thus till my Laft Hour,
To fhew forth All Thy Saving Power.

3. I leave it all to Thee alone,
Thy Counsellor I cannot be,
To Thee Thy every Work is known,
And fecret Things belong to Thee,
Thy Manner, and Thy Time is best:
But let me enter into Reft.

4. The Hireling longeth for his Hire, The Watcher for the Break of Day, But, O my restlefs Heart's Defire,

Let me not murmur at Thy Stay; Be ftopt my Mouth, and fail my Tongue, But let Thy Spirit groan, How long!