! 2. Thou, LORD, haft fav'd both Man and Beaft, 3. Still (for I put my Truft in Thee) Cover my Helpless Head, and be 4. Lead me, till my few evil Years But e'er I leave this Vale of Tears, 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, 2. An Heart refign'd, fubmiffive, meek, 3. An humble, lowly, contrite Heart, Which neither Life nor Death can part 4. An Heart in Every Thought renew'd, Perfect Perfect, and right, and pure and good, 5. Thy tender Heart is ftill the fame, JESU, for Thee diftreft. I am, 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 8. Thy Nature, deareft LORD, impart, Write Thy New Name upon my Heart, I. A PRAYER for HUMILITY. Shall the Self-admiring Fiend Still my Helplesnels puriue? 2. Vanity, the Serpent-Seed Stealing Stealing on with filent Tread 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, From the Deep on GOD I cry. 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: Caft Caft me down, and make me poor, 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 2. Then would I swiftly fly away 3. JESU, my Hiding-Place, to Thee 4. Full oft in fruitless, fond Defire But But could not from Myfelf retire, 5. I took the Morning's Wings and fled For Reft to Worlds unknown; Sin found me in the fecret Shade, 6. O who fall bid this Self depart, 7. 'Tis not the Defart, or the Cell I carry with me my own Hell, 8. Baffled, o'ercome I yield at last, 9. I cannot pray, I cannot praise, For Grace I cannot call, I cannot feel my Want of Grace, 10. A vile, unworthy Worm, my Eyes I dare not lift to Heaven, Let Him, who fees me from the Skies, 1. Or let my LORD ftill hold His Peace, And do as feems Him good, Forfake me in my last Distress, |