!

2. Thou, LORD, haft fav'd both Man and Beaft,
How excellent Thy Name!
While underneath Thy Wings I reft,
Thy Goodness I proclaim.

3. Still (for I put my Truft in Thee)
All Evil turn afide,

Cover my Helpless Head, and be
My Everlasting Guide.

4. Lead me, till my few evil Years
Of Pilgrimage are o'er ;

But e'er I leave this Vale of Tears,
O let me fin no more.

Pfalm li. 10.

Make me a Clean Heart, O GOD, and renew a right Spirit within me.

J.

For an Heart to praise my GOD,
An Heart from Sin fet free!
An Heart that always feels Thy Blood,
So freely fpilt for Me!

2. An Heart refign'd, fubmiffive, meek,
My dear Redeemer's Throne,
Where only CHRIST is heard to speak,
Where JESUS reigns alone.

3. An humble, lowly, contrite Heart,
Believing, true, and clean,

Which neither Life nor Death can part
From him that dwells within.

4. An Heart in Every Thought renew'd,
And full of Love Divine,

Perfect

Perfect, and right, and pure and good,
A Copy, LORD, of Thine.

5. Thy tender Heart is ftill the fame,
And melts at Human Woe:

JESU, for Thee diftreft. I am,
I want Thy Love to know.

6. My Heart, Thou know'ft can never rest, Till Thou create my Peace,

Till of my Eden repossest,

From Self, and Sin I ceafe.

7. Fruit of Thy gracious Lips, on Me
Beftow that Peace unknown,
The Hidden Manna, and the Tree
Of Life, and the White Stone.

8. Thy Nature, deareft LORD, impart,
Come quickly from above,

Write Thy New Name upon my Heart,
Thy New, Beft Name of Love.

I.

A PRAYER for HUMILITY.

Shall the Self-admiring Fiend

Still my Helplesnels puriue?
Shall his Malice never end?
Still the stubborn Sin remains,
Still the Thorn is in my Side,
Still I groan to feel my Chains,
Sorely buffetted by Pride.

2. Vanity, the Serpent-Seed
Poifoning all my Good I find;

Stealing

Stealing on with filent Tread
Vanity lurks close behind.
As the Substance by the Shade,
Grace I find by Pride pursued ;-
Grace is Pride's Occafion made,
Evil ever cleaves to Good.

3. Pleas'd in borrow'd Plumes to fhine, Nature arrogates a Share,

Mixes in the Work Divine,

Bold the Godhead's Form to wear; Proudly in Her Beauty trufts,

Heavenly Charms as Hers difplays, Falfely, blafphemously boafts,

Varnish'd, deck'd, and hid by Grace.

4. When the Boafted Grace is gone,
Humbled in the Duit I lie,
Poor, forfaken, and alone,

From the Deep on GOD I cry.
Seeing there my Lofs of GoD,
Proud I am my Lofs to fee,
Proud to find that I am proud,
Proud of my Humility.

5. O the Strength of Inbred Sin! Who can Vanity fubdue? From a Creature all unclean

Who can bring a Creature New? JESU, LORD, All Power is Thine, Nothing is too hard for Thee, Greater than this Heart of Mine, Surely Thou canst humble me.

6. O begin; the Way prepare:
Pride, and Unbelief confourd:
Far away my Fig-Leaves tear,
Throughly fearch my Spirit's Wound:

Caft

Caft me down, and make me poor,
All my weak Supports remove,
Lay the deep Foundation fure,
Humble me by Faith and Love.

7. Take my

Broken Reeds away,

Every vain fallacious Reft,

All on which my Soul I stay,

All that keeps me from Thy Breaft: Strip me, empty me of all;

Joylefs, chearless would I be, So I might on JESUS fall,

Fall, and lofe Myself in Thee.

O that I had Wings like a Dove, for then would I flee away, and be at reft. Pfalm lv. 6.

I.

THAT I had the Silver Wings
Of the Mild, Holy Dove,
To bear me far from Earthly Things,
And every Creature-Love.

2. Then would I swiftly fly away
To CHRIST, and be at reft,
On Him my fluft'ring Spirit ftay,
And hide me in His Breaft.

3. JESU, my Hiding-Place, to Thee
I know not how to fly,
Long have I ftruggled to be free,
Nor found Deliverance nigh.

4. Full oft in fruitless, fond Defire
I to the Defart ran,

But

But could not from Myfelf retire,
Or 'scape the Inner Man.

5. I took the Morning's Wings and fled For Reft to Worlds unknown;

Sin found me in the fecret Shade,
And claim'd me for Its own.

6. O who fall bid this Self depart,
This World of Sin exclude,
Empty, and make my peaceful Heart
An holy Solitude?

7. 'Tis not the Defart, or the Cell
Can hide me from my Pain,

I carry with me my own Hell,
While Self and Pride remain.

8. Baffled, o'ercome I yield at last,
I yield to Self-defpair,
My unavailing Strife is past,
And void returns my Prayer.

9.

I cannot pray, I cannot praise,

For Grace I cannot call,

I cannot feel my Want of Grace,
My Soul is ftript of all.

10. A vile, unworthy Worm, my Eyes I dare not lift to Heaven,

Let Him, who fees me from the Skies,
Speak if I am forgiven.

1. Or let my LORD ftill hold His Peace, And do as feems Him good,

Forfake me in my last Distress,
And leave me in my Blood.