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2. Thou, LORD, haft sav'd both Man and Beast,
How excellent Thy Name !
Thy Goodness I proclaim.
All Evil turn aside,
My Everlasting Guide.
4. Lead me, till my few evil Years
of Pilgrimage are o'er ;
Olet me fin no more.
Psalm li. 10.
Make me a Clean Heart, O GOD, and renew
a right Spirit within me. "O
For an Heart to praise my God,
An Heart from Sin fet free!
So freely spilt for Me!
My dear Redeemer's Throne,
Where Jesus reigns alone.
Believing, true, and clean,
From him that dwells within.
4. An Heart in Every Thorght renew'd,
Perfect, and right, and pure and good,
A Copy, LORD, of Thine. 5. Thy tender Heart is still the same,
And melts at Human Woe : JESU, for Thee diftreft. I am,
I want Thy Love to know. 6. My Heart, Thou know'lt can never reit,
Till Thou create my Peace, Till of my Eden repofleft,
From Self, and Sin I cease.
7. Fruit of Thy gracious Lips, on Me
Bestow that Peace unknown,
Of Life, and the White Stone,
8. Thy Nature, dearest LORD, impart,
Come quickly from above,
Thy New, Beft Name of Love.
My Heart do
A PRAYER for HUMILITY. "O
Shall the Self-admiring Fiend Still my Helplesneis purlue?
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
Poisoning al my Good I find;
Stealing on with silent Tread
Vanity lurks close behind.
Grace I find by Pride pursued ;
Evil ever cleaves to Good.
3. Pleas'd in borrow'd Plumes to shine,
Nature arrogates a Share, Mixes in the Work Divine,'
Bold the Godhead's Form to wear; Proudly in Her Beauty truits,
Heavenly Charms as Hers displays, Falsely, blasphemously boasts,
Varnishid, deck'd, and hid by Grace.
4. When the Boasted Grace is gone,
Humbled in the Duit I lie, Poor, forsaken, and alone,
From the Deep on God I cry: Seeing there my Loss of God,
Proud I am my Lofs to see, Proud to find that I am proud,
Proud of my Humility.
5. O the Strength of Inbred Sin!
Who can Vanity subdue? 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 confound: Far away my Fig-Leaves tear,
Throughly search my Spirit’s Wound:
Caft me down, and make me poor,
All my weak Supports remove, Lay the deep Foundation sure,
Humble me by Faith and Love,
Broken Reeds away,
Soul I stay,
Joyless, chearless would I be,
Fall, and lose Myself in Thee.
O that I had Wings like a Dove,
for then would I flee away, and
THAT I had the Silver Wings
Of the Mild, Holy Dove,
And every Creature-Love. 2. Then would I swiftly, fly away
To CHRIST, and be at rest, On Him my flutt'ring Spirit stay,
And hide me in His Breast.
3. JESU, my Hiding-Place, to Thee
I know not how to fly,
Nor found Deliverance nigh.
I to the Defart ran,
But could not from Myself retire,
Or 'scape the Inner Man.
5. I took the Morning's Wings and fled:
For Rest to Worlds unknown; Sin found me in the secret Shade,
And claim'd me for Its own.
6. O who Ahall bid this Self depart,
This World of Sin exclude,
An holy Solitude ?
'Tis not the Desart, or the Cell: Can hide me from my Pain, I carry with me my own Hell,
While Self and Pride remain.
8. Baffled, o'èrcome I yield at laft,
I yield to Self-defpair, My unavailing Strife is past,
And void returns my Prayer.
For Grace I cannot call,
My Soul is stript of all. 10. A vile, unworthy Worm, my Eyes
I dare not lift to Heaven,
Speak if I am forgiven.
11. Or let my Lord still hold His Peace,
And do as deems Him good, Forsake me in
my last Distress, And leave me in