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I cannot now for Mercy groan,
Before my Judge I am become,
O God of Love, pronounce my Doom,
Both Strength and Righteousness;
The Sinner in Distress : Jesu's Blood on which we stay,
Cleanses us from every Stain, Takes the Guilt of Sin
away, Nor lets the Power remain.
2. Why then, O my Saviour, why
(If mine indeed Thou art) Am I thus ? a Sinner I,
And still unclean of Heart? Why doth Sin my Heart divide ?
Whence this grievous Tyranny, All this Hell of Self and Pride,
If Thou haft sprinkled me?
3. Did I not believe and feel
Through Faith my Sins forgiven? Was I not caught up from Hell,
And strangely rais’d to Heaven? Yes; I once could call Thee Mine,
Felt my Saviour's Blood applied, Cloath'd in Righteousness Divine,
I once was Justified.
I the Servant am of Sin,
While to its Yoke I bow: While the Love of Sin remains,
Christ in me can never dweil, CHRisT with Belial never reigns,
Nor mixes Heaven with Hell.
5. Can Unholy Actions fuit
With One that is in Thee? :
Muft answer to the Tree:
Evil Thoughts it could not bear,
If Thou, my God, wert there.
6. Can the felf-fame Fountain yield
Both bitter Streams and sweet?
Can Satan find a Seat ?
Am not inwardly renew'd,
I am not born of GOD.
7. See, I give up all at last,
My boafted Gifts disclaim, Trust no more in Graces past,
But now condemn'd I am: Nothing do I bring to Thee,
That I may Thy Mercy move, No one Spark remains in me
Of Faith, or Hope, or Love.
8. If but one Good Thought could buy
Thy Grace, and Heaven win,
My All is Self, and Sin;
9. Let me never, never more
My wretched Soul deceive, Dream that I have Life, before
I hear Thy Voice, and live : Let me, humbled in the Duit,
Wait to taste how Good Thou art, See, and feel, but never trust
My own deceitful Heart.
10. O that I could truly wait
The Dictates of Thy Will, Calmly mourn my sinful State,
Till Thou shall say “ Be ftill! “ The Loft Sheep to save I came,
" The Backslider to restore ; “ Sinners I do not condemn;
“ Depart, and Sin no more."
H! the dire Effects of Sin!
O'What 'irongue can fully tell
All that I have felt within,
Since first from Grace I fell! Still Thou seest my Stormy Breaft, My Soul is as the troubled Sea, Never, never can I reft,
Till I believe in Thee.
2. O the Load my Spirit bears, The Mountain of
Grief! Full of cruel Doubts and Fears,
Of racking Unbelief;
Did I ever Thee behold ?
my Saviour go. 3. Did I not my Soul deceive
With groundless Hopes of Heaven?
And was I once forgiven?
If Mercy is for me.
4. Hear me ftill Myself bemoan,
A Bullock to the Yoke
O that my Heart were broke!::
And never sin again.
Were I indeed sincere,
And yoid of Love, and Fear;
O take away the Stone.
my dear, loving LORD,
To Thee what shall I I say? Behold I tremble at Thy Word,
And scarce presume to pray :
Ten Thousand Wants have I,
Alas ! I all Things want,
And never, never faint.
2. Yet now, Thou know'ft, I fear,
I fear to ask Thy Grace,
And mock'd Thee to Thy Face :
Thy hallow'd Courts I trod,
And dar'd to call Thee Gop:
3. Nigh with my Lips I drew,
My Lips were all unclean,
My Heart was full of Sin ;
As far as Hell from Heaven,
Nor wish'd to be forgiven.
f. My Nature I obey'd,
My own Desires pursu'd,
The hallow'd House of God;
To Him I would not pay ;
I tudied to disguise,
And put out mine own Eyes ;