12. If He can find it in His Heart, On me, and from my Soul depart, 13. I leave it all to Him alone, ANOTHER. MNISCIENT GOD, whofe Eyelids try The Self-deceiving Sons of Men, To Thee how fhall I dare draw nigh, A Man of Lips and Heart unclean! Thou know'ft, I mean not what I say, Thou know'ft, I only feem to pray. 2. Doubtless Thou art of puter Eyes Than to behold Iniquity, And all my Nature naked lies, And all my Thoughts appear to Thee, No Fig-Leaves from Thy Sight can hide My Filthiness of Self, and Pride. 3. O my Abominable Heart! Its Secrets all to Thee are known, The Sin from which I cannot part, The Sin that claims me for its own; Thou feeft it All, my Nature's Shame, Thou feeft, what I fhou'd die to Name. 4. The foul Reproach I groan to bear, 5. O that I had a Cottage there And be, where none but GoD could come. 6. Me as a Bowl if now He turn, To foreign Climes with Violence tofs, I would not for a Moment mourn My Kindred, or my Country's Lofs; A voluntary Exile I Would there confent to live, and die. 7. O might I have my One Request, 8. Can Earth afford that Secret Place? Long have I fought it out in vain, And fled before the Human Face, And drag'd to diftant Worlds my Chain, Yet ftill I found the Carnal Mind, I could not leave Myself behind. 9. 'Tis vain, I find, from Self to flee For Reft, to Earth's remoteft Bound, Save only, JESUs, in Thy Breast: 10. But how fhall I to Thee attain, Thee, whom I finfully purfue,, Unprofitable I, and vain! Thy Glory is not in my View: What What fhall I fay, Thy Grace to win? 11. Nothing in Me Thy Grace can move, 12. Do as Thou findeft in Thy Heart, I. H A Poor SINNER. OW happy is the Man Who ever feels his Nature's Chain, Who waits in Patient Hope, 2. He neither hopes nor fears But fighs for GOD, and lets his Tears Stript of his Joy, he grieves The Matter to his Father leaves, 1 'My Father's Will is good, "He never gives a Stone for Food, 4. O that I thus refign'd Might bear my Nature's Load, With Him to trust my Cause, Till He remove the Hallow'd Crofs, 5. I would (but Thou canst tell) 6. I would be truly ftill, Nor fet a Time to Thee, But act according to Thy Will, I would with Thee be One, The The Heart is deceitful above all Things, and defperately wicked; who can know it? Jerem. xvii. 9. 1. My falfe, deceitful Heart, Foul as Hell, when fair in Shew; 2. Foolish Heart, unjuft and vain! What haft thou whereof to boaft? GOD alone is good and juft; Only His be all the Praise, What we are, we are by Grace. 3. Wretched Heart, with Woes oppreft! Wilt thou ftill pretend to own While thy foolish Wishes go After empty Joys below, Falfe, imaginary Ease, Dreams of Creature Happiness. 4. Stony Heart, which Nought can move! Threats, and Promises are vain, Joys |