12. If He can find it in His Heart,

His Fury let Him pour
On me, and from my Soul depart,

And never love me more.

13. I leave it all to Him alone,

It lies within His Breaft,
His Will, His only Will be done,

Let me be Curst, or Bleft.

ANOTHER.

1.

MNISCIENT GOD, whose Eyelids try

"To Thee how shall I dare draw nigh,

A Man of Lips and Heart unclean!
Thou know'st, I mean not what I say,
Thou know'ft, I only seem 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 seeft it All, my Nature's Shame, Thou seeft, what I shou'd die to Name.

4. The foul Reproach I groan to bear,

And vainly struggle to get free, Yet ftill I breath a tainted Air,

Tainted, alas! by Sin and Me, And wish for Wings to flee away, And ever in the Desart stay.

5. O that I had a Cottage there

To lodge a poor Wayfaring Man!
Far from the World of Noile, and Care,

Of Grief, Anxiety, and Pain,
O could I from my People roam,
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 Loss;
A voluntary Exile I
Would there consent to live, and die.

7. O might I have my One Request,

My fond, and foolish Heart's Desire, And get me hence, and be at reft,

Into the deepest Shades retire, Be clean forgot, and out of Mind O where shall I the Defart find!

8. Can Earth afford that Secret Place ?

Long have I fought it out in vain,
And Aled before the Human Face,

And drag‘d to diftant Worlds my Chain,
Yer still I found the Carnal Mind,
I could not leave Myself behind.

9. 'Tis vain, I find, from Self to fee

For Reft, to Earth's remoteft Bound, The Deep cries out, 'Tis not in Me!

Happiness is not to be found, Save only, JESUS, in Thy Breaft: Thou art the Soul's Eternal Reft.

10. But how shall I to Thee attain,

Thee, whom I finfully pursue, Unprofitable I, and vain!

Thy Glory is not in my View :

What

What shall I say, Thy Grace to win?
My very Prayer is turn'd to Sin,

11. Nothing in Me Thy Grace can move,

A Wretched Man of Sin I am ;
But Thou art Good, but Thou art Love,

And Jesus is Thy healing Name :
Oh! for Thy Name, and Mercy's Sake,
The Sinner to Thy Bofom take.

12. Do as Thou findest in Thy Heart,

Reject me, Saviour, or receive,
Bid me from Thee to Hell depart,

Or bid me come to Thee, and live;
I trust my Soul to This alone,
Let all Thy Will on me be done.

1.

A Poor SINNER,
OW happy is the Man

Who sees his Misery,
Who ever feels his Nature's Chain,

Nor murmurs to be free.
Who waits in Patient Hope,

And languishing for Home
With chearful Confidence looks up,

And says, My Lord will come,
He neither hopes nor fears

Evil, or Good below,
But fighs for God, and lets his Tears

In secret Silence flow.
Stript of his Joy, he grieves

Quiet, and meek, and still ;
The Matter to his Father leaves,

And bids Him work His Will.

2.

3. In calm, fubmissive Grief

He suffers his Distress,
He cannot snatch undue Relief,

Or with his Misery less :
“My Father's Will is good,

(The Patient Mourner cries)
“ He never gives a Stone for Food,

“ Or flights his Children's Sighs.

O that I thus resign'd

Might bear my Nature's Load,
O that in Me were such a Mind

To leave the whole to God!
With Him to trust my Cause,

And quietly endure,
Till He remove the Hallow'd Cross,
And all

my

Sickness cure.

S:

I would (but Thou canst tell)

I would be humble, LORD,
My Burthen every Moment feel,

And tremble at Thy Word :
I would be stript of All,

And calmly wait Thy Stay,
Poor at Thy Feet, and helpless fall,

Life

away.

And weep my

6. I would be truly still,

Nor set a Time to Thee,
But act according to Thy Will,

And speak, and think, and be.
I would with Thee be One,

And till the Grace is given,
Incessant pray, Thy Will be done

In Earth, as 'tis in Heaven.

The

The Heart is deceitful above all

Things, and desperately wicked; who can know it? Jerem. xvii. 9.

My falle, deceitful Heart,

Desperately false thou art,
Foul as Hell, when fair in Shew ;
Who can all thy Mazes know?
He the Stars may reckon o'er,
Tell the Sands that bound the Shore,
Count the Drops that make the Sea,
Comprehend Eternity.

2. Foolish Heart, unjust and vain!
Pride was never made for Man:
Glory dost thou still pursue ?
Glory all to God is due.
What haft thou whereof to boaft ?
God alone is good and just;
Only His be all the Praise,
What we are, we are by Grace.

3. Wretched Heart, with Woes oppreft !
Ever roving after Rest;
Wilt thou still pretend to own
Bliss is found in God alone?
While thy foolish Wishes go
After empty Joys below,
False, imaginary Ease,
Dreams of Creature-Happiness.

4. Stony Heart, which Nought can move !
Thou can'ft neither fear nor love :
Threats, and Promises are vain,
Give thee neither Joy, nor Pain :
All alike it seems to thee
Perfect Bliss, or Misery,

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Joys