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.

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,
And vainly ftruggle 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 Defart stay.

5. O that I had a Cottage there
To lodge a poor Wayfaring Man!
Far from the World of Noife, 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 Lofs; A voluntary Exile I

Would there confent 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 fhall I the Defart find!

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,
The Deep cries out, 'Tis not in Me!
Happiness is not to be found,

Save only, JESUs, in Thy Breast:
Thou art the Soul's Eternal Reft.

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?
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 findeft in Thy Heart,
Reject me, Saviour, or receive,
Bid me from Thee to Hell depart,
Or bid me come to Thee, and live;
I truft my Soul to This alone,
Let all Thy Will on me be done.

I.

H

A Poor SINNER.

OW happy is the Man
Who fees his Mifery,

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 fays, My LORD will come.

2. He neither hopes nor fears
Evil, or Good below,

But fighs for GOD, and lets his Tears
In fecret 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.

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'My Father's Will is good,
(The Patient Mourner cries)

"He never gives a Stone for Food,
"Or flights his Children's Sighs.

4.

O that I thus refign'd

Might bear my Nature's Load,
O that in Me were fuch a Mind
To leave the whole to GOD!

With Him to trust my Cause,
And quietly endure,

Till He remove the Hallow'd Crofs,
And all my Sickness cure.

5.

I would (but Thou canst tell)
I would be humble, LORD,
My Burthen every Moment feel,
And tremble at Thy Word:
I would be ftript of All,
And calmly wait Thy Stay,
Poor at Thy Feet, and helpless fall,
And weep my Life away.

6. I would be truly ftill,

Nor fet a Time to Thee,

But act according to Thy Will,
And fpeak, and think, and be.

I would with Thee be One,
And till the Grace is given,
Inceffant pray, Thy Will be done
In Earth, as 'tis in Heaven.

The

The Heart is deceitful above all Things, and defperately wicked; who can know it? Jerem. xvii. 9.

1. My falfe, 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, unjuft and vain!
Pride was never made for Man:
Glory doft thou still purfue?
Glory all to GOD is due.

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!
Ever roving after Rest;

Wilt thou ftill pretend to own
Blifs is found in GoD alone?

While thy foolish Wishes go

After empty Joys below,

Falfe, 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 feems to thee
Perfect Blifs, or Mifery,

Joys