In Fig-Leaves I appear'd,

Nor with my Form would part, But ftill retain'd a Confcience fear'd, An hard, deceitful Heart.

6. A goodly, Formal Saint
I long appear'd in Sight,
By Self and Satan taught to paint
My Tomb, my Nature, White:

The Pharifee within

Still undisturb'd remain’d,

The ftrong-Man arm'd with Guilt of Sin
Safe in his Palace reign'd.

7. But O! the jealous GoD
In my Behalf came down,'
JESUS Himself the Stronger fhew'd,
And claim'd me for His own:

My Spirit He alarm'd,

And brought into Distress,

He shook, and bound the strong-Man, arm'd
In his Self-righteousnefs.

8. Faded my Virtuous Shew,

My Form without the Power, 'The Sin-convincing Spirit blew, And blafted every Flower;

My Mouth was ftopt, and Shame
Cover'd my guilty Face,

I fell on the Atoning Lamb,
And I was fav'd by Grace.

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PART II.

Er foon my wretched Heart
To Folly turn'd again.

How could I, LORD, from Thee depart,

And make Thy Mercy vain ?

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'Twas

"Twas Pride my Soul betray'd, I lost my Poverty,

An Idol of Thy Gifts I made,

And lov'd them more than Thee.

2. Thy perfect Comeliness,
In which my Soul did fhine,
Dazzled my Eyes; Thy glorious Drefs
I fondly counted Mine:

With facrilegious Boaft

I fpread mine own Renown,
And in Thy Beauty put my Truft,
And call'd it all my own.

3. I thought not of my GoD,
Nor call'd to Mind the Day
When naked, foul, and in my Blood,
And loath'd of All I lay :

None caft a pitying Eye, None could Affiftance give, Till JESUS graciously pass'd by, And bad the Sinner live.

4. Why did I This forget,

So foon return to Sin?

How weak my Heart that could submit,
And let the Mischief in !

I fell, alas! thro' Pride,
I needed not Thy Blood,
As when I felt it first, and cry'd,
Thou art my LORD my GOD.

5. O that I once again

My LORD, my GoD could cry! Doft Thou not on my Sin and Pain Still caft a pitying Eye?

Thy

Thy Mercy ftill is free;
For aggravated Guilt,

For Sinners foul and black as me
Thy precious Blood was spilt.

6. Thou feeft me loft in Shame,
But Thou canft ftill forgive;
Polluted in my Blood I am,
But Thou canft bid me live.

O fpeak the Gracious Word,
Thy Mercy let me prove;

Stand ftill, and look upon me, LORD,
Make this the Time of Love.

7. JESU, if Thou haft died
My worthless Soul to win;
Spread over me Thy Skirt, and hide
My Nakedness and Sin;

Impute Thy Righteousness,
Wash away all my Blood,
Adorn me now with Every Grace,
And feed, and fill with GOD.

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A Prayer for Reftoring Grace.

JYet once again I pray,

Esu, Friend of Sinners, hear,

From my Debt of Sin fet clear, For I have nought to pay: Speak, O fpeak the kind Release, A poor, backfliding Soul restore:" Love me freely, feal my Peace, And bid me fin no more.

2. For my Selfishness, and Pride Thou haft withdrawn Thy Grace,

Left me long to wander wide

An Outcast from Thy Face,

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But I now my Sins confefs, And Mercy, Mercy I implore: Love me freely, &c.

3. Though my Sins as Mountains rife,
And fwell, and reach to Heaven,
Mercy is above the Skies,

I may be ftill forgiven;
Infinite my Sin's Increase,
But greater is Thy Mercy's Store:
Love me freely,' &c.

4. Sin's Deceitfulness hath spread
An Hardnefs o'er my Heart,
But if Thou Thy Spirit fhed,
The Stony fhall depart::

Shed Thy Love, Thy Tenderness,
And let me feel the Soft'ning Power:
Love me freely, &c.

5. From th' oppreffive Power of Sin
My ftruggling Spirit free,

Perfect Righteousness bring in,
Unfpotted Purity:

Speak, and all this War fhall cease,
And Sin fhall give it's Raging o'er:
Love me freely, &c.

6. For this only Thing I pray, And this will I require,

Take the Power of Sin away,

Fill me with chaft Defire;

Perfect me in Holiness,

Thine Image to my Soul reftore:

Love me freely, feal my Peace,.
And bid me fin no more.

ANOTHER.'

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ANOTHER.

That I was as heretofore,
When warm in my First Love

I only lived my LORD t'adore,
And feek the Things above!

2. Upon my Head His Candle fhone,
And lavish of His Grace,

With Cords of Love He drew me on,
And half unveil'd His Face.

3. Butter and Honey did I eat,
And lifted up on high,

I faw the Clouds beneath my Feet,
And rode upon the Sky.

4. Far, far above all Earthly Things
Triumphantly I rode,

I foar'd to Heaven on Eagle's Wings,
And found, and talk'd with GOD.

5. Where am I now! from what an Height
Of Happiness caft down!
The Glory fwallow'd up in Night,
And faded is the Crown.

6. My first Estate I could not keep,
Fallen thro' Pride I am,
Implung'd in Sin's profoundest Deep,
And fwallowed up of Shame.

7. Forlorn, forfaken, and alone,
Naked, and void of God,
My feeble Soul can scarcely groan
A Dying Ichabod!

8. Ah! woe is me! my Joy is fled,
Vanish'd my Glorious Boaft,

My