This Bleffing above All, And never, never faint.. 6. I want a true Regard, A fingle steady Aim (Unmov'd by Threat'ning or Reward} To Thee and Thy great Name; A 7. I want with all my Heart Thy Pleasure to fulfil, To know Myself, and what Thou art, And what Thy perfect Will. I want, I know not what, I want my Wants to fee, I want, 1. -alas! what want I not, When Thou art not in me! A PRAYER for HUMILITY. My Father, and my God, Thou haft laid afide Thy Rod, Thou in CHRIST art reconcil'd: Hear me then, my Father, hear, Good, and gracious as Thou art, Fill me with an holy Fear, Give me, LORD, an Humble Heart. 2. O! 'tis all I want below, JESUS, and Myself to feel, Only Sin, and Grace to know, All the Good and all the Ill. Shew me what in CHRIST Thou art, 3. Listen to my ceaseless Cries, Duft and Ashes is my Name, Back return from whence I came,. Earth to Earth I fink, and die. Abject I, yet haughty too, Proud of Sin, and proud of Grace. 5. O the Curfe, the Plague I feel By the Demon Pride purfa'd! Proud I am that God is Good, Proud in every Word and Thought: 6. My own Glory ftill I feek, Still I covet Human Praise, Still in all I do, or speak, Thee I wrong, and rob Thy Grace: Nature will ufurp a Share, 7. And muft that which is fo good Evil prove to helpless me? Poifon fhall I draw from Food, Sin from Grace, and Pride from Thee? O forbid it Humble Love! Hide me, O my Father, hide, Far away this Snare remove, Save me from the Demon Pride. 8. Wean my Soul, and keep it low, Give me This, or take my Joy: 9. Father hear, to Thee I cry, A THANKSGIVING. LORD, and am I yet alive, Not in Torments, not in Hell! Still doth Thy good Spirit ftrive, With the Chief of Sinners dwell! Yes; I ftill lift up my Eyes, Still to call Thee Mine I dare. 2. O the Length and Breadth of Love! Tell it out, to Sinners tell! 3. Turn afide a Sight t' admire, I. "FA For the Spirit of PRAYER. ATHER, in the Mighty Name Of Thy well-beloved Son, One of all Thy Gifts I claim, All my Wants I speak in One, Let me for the Promise stay, Only give me Power to pray. 3. See Thy poor afflicted Child, 4. Let the Pangs that fill my Breaft Let me tell Thee in a Groan,... 7HEN, my Saviour, fhall I be Perfectly refign'd to Thee! W Poor, and vile in my own Eyes, Ignorant of all below, Only mighty in Thy Might. 2. Take my 'Nature's Strength away, Every Comfort, every Stay, Every Hindrance of Thy Love, All my Power to act or move, Fain I would be truly fill, Fain I would be without Will, |