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12. If He can find it in His Heart,
His Fury let Him pour
And never love me more.
13. I leave it all to Him alone,
It lies within His Breaft,
Let me be Curst, or Bleft.
MNISCIENT GOD, whose Eyelids try
"To Thee how shall I dare draw nigh,
A Man of Lips and Heart unclean!
Than to behold Iniquity,
And all my Thoughts appear to Thee,
Its Secrets all to Thee are known,
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!
Of Grief, Anxiety, and Pain,
6. Me as a Bowl if now He turn,
To foreign Climes with Violence tofs,
My Kindred, or my Country's Loss;
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 drag‘d to diftant Worlds my Chain,
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 shall I say, Thy Grace to win?
11. Nothing in Me Thy Grace can move,
A Wretched Man of Sin I am ;
And Jesus is Thy healing Name :
12. Do as Thou findest in Thy Heart,
Reject me, Saviour, or receive,
Or bid me come to Thee, and live;
A Poor SINNER,
Who sees his Misery,
Nor murmurs to be free.
And languishing for Home
And says, My Lord will come,
Evil, or Good below,
In secret Silence flow.
Quiet, and meek, and still ;
And bids Him work His Will.
3. In calm, fubmissive Grief
He suffers his Distress,
Or with his Misery less :
(The Patient Mourner cries)
“ Or flights his Children's Sighs.
O that I thus resign'd
Might bear my Nature's Load,
To leave the whole to God!
And quietly endure,
I would (but Thou canst tell)
I would be humble, LORD,
And tremble at Thy Word :
And calmly wait Thy Stay,
And weep my
6. I would be truly still,
Nor set a Time to Thee,
And speak, and think, and be.
And till the Grace is given,
In Earth, as 'tis in Heaven.
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,
2. Foolish Heart, unjust and vain!
3. Wretched Heart, with Woes oppreft !
4. Stony Heart, which Nought can move !