5.

The Thing Thou dost I know not now,
But I fhall know hereafter, LORD,
To Thy dread fovereign Will I bow,
Thy Will be done, Thy Name ador'd,
Act for the Glory of Thy Name:
Lo! in Thy gracious Hands I am.

6. Act for Thine own, and Sion's Sake,
And let Thy Will in me be done;
If but One Soul may Comfort take
By hearing me fo deeply groan,
Still let me all my Burthen feel,

And

groan, and weep, and fuffer ftill.

7. If but one Tempted Soul may find Relief by my afflicted State,

I would be patient, and refign'd,

Still in the Iron Furnace wait;

Still let the Sin, the Grief, the Pain,
The Thorn in my weak Flesh remain.

8. Still let my bleeding Heart be torn,
If other bleeding Hearts it chear,
Difconfolate for Thee I mourn,
My Nature's Cross consent to bear,
To languish for my LORD's delay,
And weep a Thousand Lives away.

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PART IV.

EHOLD, ye Souls that mourn for GOD, And take ye Comfort from my Grief, Be strengthen'd by my grievous Load, Let my Distress be your Relief, With mine your Tears and Sorrows join, And lofe by mixing them with Mine.

2. I am

2.1 am the Man who long have known
The Strength and Rage of Inbred Sin,
My Soul is dead, my Heart is Stone,

A Cage of Birds, and Beats unclean,
A Den of Thieves, a dire abode
Of Dragons, but no House of GOD.

3. I dare not speak, I cannot fhew
The Depths of Satan harbour'd there,
The Horrors of Infernal Woe,

The black and Blafphemous Despair;
Who can conceive but Thofe that feel-
Indwelling Sin, Indwelling Hell!

4. A Stranger intermedleth not With our inexplicable Grief,

'Tis paft the Reach of Human Thought
The Torture of this Unbelief,

The ftrugling Groan, the Paffion load
The Heart that fays, There is no God.

5.

But will He not, at last appear,

And make His Power and Godhead known? Surely he shall the Mourner chear,

And make the Broken Heart His Throne,

Shall break it first, and then bind up:
In Hope believe ye against Hope.

6. Comfort, ye Minifters of Grace,
Comfort my People, faith our GOD!
Ye foon fhall fee His fmiling Face,
His Golden Septre, not his Rod,

And own, when now the Cloud's remov'd,
He only chaften'd whom He lov'd.

7. Who fow in Tears in Joy fhall reap,
The LORD fhall comfort All that mourn,
Who now go on our Way and weep,
With Joy we doubtless shall return,

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And

And bring our Sheaves with vaft Increase,
And have our Fruit to Holiness."

8. Then let us patiently attend,

And wait the Leifure of our LORD, Surely we All fhall in the End

Experience His Abiding Word, Shall All his Gracious Power declare, And Fruit unto Perfection bear.

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My LORD and

OTHO, whom fain my Soul wou'd love,

Whom I would gladly die to know,

This Veil of Unbelief remove,

And fhew me, All Thy Goodness shew: JESU, Thyfelf in me reveal,

Tell me Thy Name, Thy Nature tell.

2. Haft Thou been with me, LORD, fo long,
Yet Thee my LORD, have I not known?
I claim Thee with a faultring Tongue,

I pray
Thee in a feeble Groan.
Tell me, O tell me who Thou art,
And speak Thy Name into my Heart.

3. If now Thou talkeft by the Way
With fuch an Abject Worm as Me,
Thy Mysteries of Grace difplay,

Open mine Eyes that I may fee, That I may understand Thy Word, And now cry out, It is the LORD!

4.

I know Him by thofe Prints of Love,
His bleeding Wounds
wide,
are open
Thro' Faith I handle Him, and prove,
I thrust my Hand into His Side,
I feel the fprinkling of His Blood
JBSU, Thou art my LORD my GOD!

PART II.

The lii. Chapter of Isaiah.

WAKE, Jerufalem, awake,

"A" No longer in Thy Sins lie down,

The Garment of Salvation take,

Thy Beauty, and Thy Strength put on.

2. By impious Feet no longer trod..

Thy GoD fhall cleanfe thy every Stain, O Holy City of thy God,

Thou shalt not bear His Name in vain.

3. Shake off the Duft that binds thy Sight, And hides the Promife from thine Eyes, Arife, and struggle into Light,

4.

Thy Great Deliverer calls, Arife!

Shake off the Bands of fad Despair,
Sion affert thy Liberty,

Look up, thy broken Heart, prepare,
And Go D fhall fet the Captive free.

5.

For thus the LORD your God hath said, Ye all have fold yourfelves for Nought, A Ranfom (not by you) is paid,

Receive your Liberty unbought.

6. My People have been long oppreft,
No Glory thence redounds to me,
Long have I feen them fore diftreft,
Griev'd at my People's Mifery.

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7. They

7. They groan'd beneath the Tyrant's Chain,
Sin rul'd them with an Iron Rod,
The fuffering Abjects howl'd for Pain,
They groan'd, but durft not groan to Gov.

3. Th' Oppreffors with infulting Boaft,
My Truth and Saving Power contemn'd,
My Worship, and my Praise was loft,
My Name was every Day blafphem'd.

9. For This my Jealousy is ftir'd,

And fhall a great Deliverance fhew, My People fhall confefs their LORD, My Faithfulness and Mercy know.

10. Surely they All fhall know my Name, They all my Attributes_fhall prove :

I am, what I am call'd; I am

3.

Juftice, and Truth, and Power, and LOVE.

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PART II.

Ow, beautiful His Feet appear

High on the Mountain-tops, who brings

Glad Tidings of Salvation near,

Salvation from the King of Kings!

2. Who publishes the joyful Sound,

Proclaims a Peace 'twixt Earth and Heaven,

A Ranfom for the Sinner found,

GOD reconcil'd, and Man forgiven."

3. That fays to Ifrael's Mournful Race,
Awake, arife, fhake off thy Chains,
Believe the Word of Gofpel-Grace,
Thy GoD, thy great Redeemer reigns!