4. Who held my fleeting Soul in Life,
And turn'd afide the Fatal Hour?
Who, when I oft gave o'er the Strife,
Preferv'd me from the Adverfe Power,
Remov'd the Death I would not shun?
Speak, Father; am I not Thy Son?

5.

When twice ten thousand times I fell,
Who was it rais'd the Sinner up,
The Sinner finking into Hell?

How came I by this Spark of Hope?
Who quicken'd Me, a lifeless Stone?
Speak, Father; am I not Thy Son?

6. If Thou didst fee me in my Blood,
And bid the dying Sinner live,
If freely I am counted Good,

O let me all Thy Life receive,
O do not leave Thy Work undone :
Speak, Father; am I not Thy Son?

7. Led thro' the howling Wilderness
If now I view the Promis'd Land,
Here let my weary Wandrings cease,
Divide the Waves with Thy Right-hand,
Bid me thro' Jordan's Stream go on;
Speak, Father; am I not Thy Son?

8. Or if in my forlorn Eftate

Thy Will appoints me to remain,

Behold me ftill content to wait

In Doubt, and Fear, in Grief, and Pain, Only when all my Hope is gone,

Speak, Father; am I not Thy Son?

9. Alas! I know not how to pray,

But all my Wants are known to Thee,
Father, inftruct me what to say,
Or interceed Thyself for me,

Then

Then hearken to Thy Spirit's Groan!
Speak, Father; am I not Thy Son?

10. If now the Bowels of Thy Love.
Yearn over fuch a Worm as me,
Send down Thy Spirit from above,
And make me clean, and fet me free,
The Promis'd Comforter fend down;
Speak, Father; am I not Thy Son?

11. If now Thou knockest at my Heart,
Now open to Thyfelf the Door,
The Gift unfpeakable impart ;

The Kingdom to my Soul reftore,
Call home, call home Thy Banish'd One;
Speak, Father; am I not Thy Son?

12. Haft Thou not made me willing, LORD!, Do I not now my Sins confefs?

Be juft, and faithful to Thy Word,
Cleanse me from all Unrighteousness,
Finish the Work Thou haft begun ;
Speak, Father; am I not Thy Son?

13. Hath not my Saviour died to make
The Child of Wrath a Child of God?
Haft Thou not pardon'd for His Sake

The Soul, for which he fhed His Blood?
And died He not for me t' atone?
Speak, Father; am I not Thy Son?

14. I cannot reft 'till pure within;

Tho' He hath wash'd away my Stains, Remov'd the Guilt and Power of Sin,

Yet while the Carnal Mind remains, I ftill must make my ceafelefs Moan; Speak, Father; am I not Thy Son ?

15. Or if my endless Groans and Sghs
Thy kind Compaffion cannot move,
Be deaf to all my Prayers and Cries,
But hear my Advocate above,

Hear him, who pleads before Thy Throne,
Speak, Father; is He not Thy Son!"

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And a Man fhall be as an HidingPlace from the Wind, and a Covert from the Tempeft: as Rivers of Water in a dry Place, as the Shadow of a great Rock in a weary Land. Ifaiah xxxii. 2.

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O the Haven of Thy Breaft,
O Son of Man, I fly:

Be my Refufe and my Reft,

For oh! the Storm is high: Save me from the furious Blaft, A Covert from the Tempeft be, Hide me, JESU, till o'repait The Storm of Sin I fee.

2. Welcome as the Water-fpring
To a dry, barren Place,
O descend on me, and bring
Thy fweet refreshing Grace:
O're a parch'd and weary Land
As a Great Rock extends its Shade,
Hide me, Saviour, with Thy Hand,
And skreen my naked Head.

3. In the Time of my Distress
Thou haft my Succour been,

In my utter Helplessness
Restraining me from Sin ;
O

O how fwiftly didst Thou move To fave me in the Trying Hour! Still protect me with Thy Love,

Be

And shield me with Thy Power.

4. Firft, and Laft in me perform
The Work Thou hast begun,
my Shelter from the Storm,
My Shadow from the Sun;
Sprinkle ftill the Mercy-feat,
And bring Thy Father's Anger down,
Skreen me, JESU, from the Heat,
And Terror of His Frown.

5.

Let Thy Merit as a Cloud

Still interpose between,

Plead th' Atonement of Thy Blood
Till I am cleans'd from Sin:
Weary, parch'd with Thirst and faint
Till Thou the Abiding Spirit breathe,
Every Moment, LORD, I want
The Merit of Thy Death.

6. Never fhall I want it lefs

Thou the Gift haft given,

Fill'd me with Thy Righteousness,
And feal'd the Heir of Heaven;
I shall hang upon my God,
Till I Thy Perfect Glory fee,
Till the fprinkling of Thy Blood
Shall speak me up to Thee.

1.

·JES

A Poor SINNER.

Esu, my Strength, my Hope, On Thee I caft my Care, With humble Confidence look up, And know Thou hearst my Prayer.

Give

Give me on Thee to wait
Till I can all Things do,
On Thee Almighty to create, ́,
Almighty to renew..

2. I reft upon Thy Word,
The Promife is for Me,

My Succour, and Salvation, LORD,
Shall furely come from Thee.

But let me ftill abide,

Nor from my Hope remove, Till Thou my patient Spirit guide Into Thy perfect Love.

3. I want a fober Mind,
A Self-renouncing Will

That tramples down and cafts behind
The Baits of pleafing Ill;

A Soul enur'd to Pain,

To Hardship, Grief, and Lofs, Bold to take up, firm to sustain

The Confecrated Cross.

4. I want a Godly Fear

A quick difcerning Eye,

That looks to Thee, when St is near,
And fees the Tempter fly;

A Spirit ftill prepar'd,

And arm'd with jealous Care, Forever standing on it's guard, And watching unto Prayer.

5. I want an Heart to pray,
To pray and never cease,
Never to murmer at Thy ftay,
Or with my Sufferings lefs.

6. This