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4. Who held my fleeting Soul in Life,

And turn'd aside the Facal Hour? Who, when I oft gave o'er the Strife,

Preserv'd me from the Adyerse 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 see 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 still 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?

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9. Alas! I know not how to pray,

But all my Wants are known to Thee,
Father, instruct 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 such a Worm as me, Send down Thy Spirit from above,

And make me clean, and set me free, The Promis'd Comforter send down; Speak, Father; am I not Thy Son ?

11. If now Thou knockest at my Heart,

Now open to Thyself the Door,
The Gift unspeakable impart ;

The Kingdom to my Soul restore,
Call home, call home Thy Banishid One;
Speak, Father ; am I not Thy Son ?

12. Haft Thou not made me willing, LORD!

Do I not now my Sins confess? Be just, and faithful to Thy Word,

Cleanfe me from all Unrighteousness, Finish the Work Thou hast 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 shed His Blood ?
And died He not for me ratone ?
Speak, Father ; am I not Thy Son ?

14. I cannot rest '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 still must make my ceaseless Moan ; Speak, Father; am I not Thy Son?

15. Or if my endless Groans and Sghs

Thy kind Compassion cannot move,
Be deaf to all my Prayers and Cries,

But hear my Advocate above,
Hear him, who pleads before Thy Throne,

Speak, Father ; iş He not Thy Son!"

And a Man Mall be as an Hiding

Place from the Wind, and a Co-
vert from the Tempeft: as Rivers
of Water in a dry Place, as the
Shadow of a great Rock in a wearg
Land.

Isaiah xxxii. 2.
O the Haven of Thy Breast,
TO

O Son of Man, I dy :
Be my Refuse and my Reit,

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For oh! the Storm is high:
Save me from the furious Blast,
A Covert from the Tempeft be,
Hide me, Jesu, till o'repait

The Storm of Sin I fee.

2. Welcome as the Water-spring

To a dry, barren Place,
O descend on me, and bring

Thy sweet 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 Diftress

Thou haft my Succour been, In my utter Helplessness

Restraining me from Sin;

O huw

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

And shield me with Thy Power.

4. First, and Laft in me perform

The Work Thou hast begun,
Be
my

Shelter from the Storm,
My Shadow from the Sun;
Sprinkle still the Mercy-seat,
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 shall I want it less

Thou the Gift haft given,
Fill'd me with Thy Righteousness,

And seal'd the Heir of Heaven ;
I shall hang upon my God,
Till I Thy Perfect Glory see,
Till the sprinkling of Thy Blood

Shall speak me up to Thee.

A Poor SINNER.

1.

Esu, my Strength, my Hope,

On Thee I caft
With humble Confidence look up,

And know Thou hearst my Prayer.

my Care,

Give

Give me on Thee to wait..

Till I can all Things do,
On Thee Almighty to create,',

Almighty to renew..

2. I rest upon Thy. Word,

The Promise is for Me,
My Succour, and Salvation, LORD, ::

Shall surely come from Thee.
But let me still abide ,

Nor from my Hope remove,
Till Thou my patient Spirit guide

Into Thy perfect Love.

3. I want a sober Mind,

A Self-renouncing Will
That tramples down and cafts behind

The Baits of pleasing III ;
A Soul enur'd'to Pain,

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

The Consecrated Cross.

4.. I want a Godly Fear

A quick discerning Eye,
That looks to Thee, when Sh is near, .

And sees the Tempter fly;
A Spirit ftill prepard,

And arm’d with jealous Care,
Forever standing on it's guard,

And watching unto Prayer.

3. I want an Heart to pray,
To
pray

and never cease, Never to murmer at Thy ftay,

Or wish my Sufferings less.

6. This

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