Imágenes de páginas
PDF
EPUB

I cannot now for Mercy groan,
Or offer Thee an Heart of Stone.
9, My Mouth is ftopt, and guilty now,
Before my Judge I am become,
Lo! at Thy Judgment-feat I bow,

O GOD of Love, pronounce my Doom,
And if Thy yearning Heart permit,
Now, Saviour, Slay me at Thy Feet!

I.

The BACKSLIDER.

SUREL

URELY in the LORD we have
Both Strength and Righteousness;

JESUS mighty is to fave

The Sinner in Distress: JESU's Blood on which we stay,

Cleanfes 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 ftill unclean of Heart?
Why doth Sin my Heart divide?
Whence this grievous Tyranny,
All this Hell of Self and Pride,
If Thou haft fprinkled 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 Righteoufnefs Divine,
I once was Juftified.

4. What

I the Servant am of Sin,

While to its Yoke I bow:
While the Love of Sin remains,
CHRIST in me can never dwell,
CHRIST with Belial never reigns,
Nor mixes Heaven with Hell.

5. Can Unholy Actions fuit
With One that is in Thee?
JESU, Thou haft faid, the Fruit
Muft answer to the Tree:

If the Tree (the Heart) were Good,
Evil Thoughts it could not bear,
Could not be by Sin fubdu'd,

If Thou, my GOD, wert there.

6. Can the felf-fame Fountain yield Both bitter Streams and fweet?

In a Soul by JESUS fill'd

Can Satan find a Seat?

No, my LORD, I am not clean,
Am not inwardly renew'd,

Am not (for I ftill Can fin)
I am not born of GoD.

7. See, I give up all at last,

My boafted Gifts disclaim, Truft no more in Graces paft, 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,
LORD, not one Good Thought have I,
My All is Self, and Sin;

[blocks in formation]

Full of Guilt and Mifery,
Saviour, at Thy Feet I fall,
See, the Unbeliever fee,
The Sinner Stript of All!

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 Duft,
Wait to tafte how Good Thou art,
See, and feel, but never truft
My own deceitful Heart.

10. O that I could truly wait
The Dictates of Thy Will,
Calmly mourn my finful State,
Till Thou shall say " Be ftill!
"The Loft Sheep to fave I

came, "The Backflider to restore ; "Sinners I do not condemn ;

66

Depart, and Sin no more."

OH

ANOTHER.

H! the dire Effects of Sin!
What Tongue can fully tell

All that I have felt within,
Since first from Grace I fell!
Still Thou feeft 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 my Grief!
Full of cruel Doubts and Fears,
Of racking Unbelief:

Did I ever Thee behold?
Thee did I ever truly know?
I can neither keep my Hold,
Nor let my Saviour go.

3. Did I not my Soul deceive

With groundless Hopes of Heaven?
Did I, LORD, indeed believe,

And was I once forgiven ?
Still I afk, but no Reply:
O bid me, bid me come to Thee:
Son of David, hear my Cry,
If Mercy is for me.

4. Hear me ftill Myfelf bemoan,
A Bullock to the Yoke
Unaccuftom'd I rush on--

O that my Heart were broke!
Long I after Thee have mourn'd,
And still unpitied I complain,
Turn me, and 1 fhall be turn'd,
And never fin again.

5.

Me Thou woud'ft not disregard,
Were I indeed fincere,

But my Heart, alas! is hard,

And void of Love, and Fear;
Seldom can I lift mine Eyes,
Or offer Thee an hearty Groan;
Take, if Thou woud'ft have me rife,
O take away the Stone.

I.

"A'

ANOTHER.

H! my dear, loving LORD,
To Thee what shall I fay
Behold I tremble at Thy Word,
And scarce prefume to pray :

Ten

10

Ten Thousand Wants have I,
Alas! I all Things want,
And Thou haft bid me always cry,
And never, never faint.

2. Yet now, Thou know'ft, I fear,
I fear to afk Thy Grace,

So often have I, LORD, drawn near, And mock'd Thee to Thy Face:

With all Pollutions stain'd, Thy hallow'd Courts I trod, Thy Name and Temple I prophan'd And dar'd to call Thee GoD.'

3. Nigh with my Lips I drew,
My Lips were all unclean,
Thee with my Heart I never knew,
My Heart was full of Sin;

Far from the Living GOD,
As far as Hell from Heaven,
Thy Purity I ftill abhor'd,
Nor wifh'd to be forgiven.

4. My Nature I obey'd,

My own Defires pursu❜d,

[ocr errors]

And ftill a Den of Thieves I made The hallow'd Houfe of GOD;

The Worship He approves

To Him I would not pay;

My Selfifh Ends, and Creature-loves Had ftole my Heart away.

5. My Sin and Nakedness I ftudied to disguise,

Spoke to my Soul a flattering Peace, And put out mine own Eyes;

« AnteriorContinuar »