My Hope cut off, my Life is dead, 9. Thro' the wide World of Sin and Woe A banifh'd Man I roam, But cannot find my Reft below, But cannot wander Home. 10. O GOD, Thou art my Home, my Reit, 11. Vengeance Divine is always near; I fee the Cherubim appear, 12. When longing oft to be reftor'd, Thine Anger, as a Flaming Sword, 13. What fhall I do? 'Tis worse than Death I yield, I yield Thee up my Breath, 14. A Sinner in Thy Hands I am, But rush upon that Sword of Flame, 15. Nothing, alas have I to plead, Yet if Thy Juftice ftrike me dead, 16. This is the Way to find my LORD, Thy felf haft made it known, Be Be it according to Thy Word: 17. Slay me, and I fhall live indeed, In Love's fweet Paradise. 18. Now, LORD, Thy Death, Thy Life bring While at Thy Feet I bow, Enter at once, and caft out Sin, 1. Destroy, and fave me Now. After a RECOVERY. LORD, and is Thine Anger gone, And art Thou pacified? After all that I have done, Doft Thou no longer chide? 2. Let it ftill my Heart constrain, Charm, and melt, and change my Will, 3. If I have begun once more [in Still, and quiet may I lie, From Thy perfuing Grace. 4. To Thy Cross, Thy Altar, bind From my dear LORD to move ; May with my much-lov'd Master part, 5. See my utter Helplesness, And feal me for Thine own; More, and more Thy felf reveal, Thy Presence let me always find, Comfort, and confirm, and heal; My feeble, Sin-fick Mind. 6. As the Apple of an Eye. 7. 'Now I feem to tafte Thy Love If Thou once withdraw Thy Hand, 8. Now, 8. Now, this inftant Now, if Sin I. my SON ANOTHER. ON of GOD, if Thy Free Grace Call'd me ftill to feek Thy Face, And gave me back my Hope; 2. Feebly if I now begin And cause me All Thy Power to know; 3. By me, O my Saviour, stand Save me with Thine out-ftretch'd Hand, And fhew forth All Thy Power: O be mindful of Thy Word, Thine All-fufficient Grace beftow; 4. Give me, LORD, an holy Fear, And fix it in my Heart, That I may from Evil near H Sin be more than Hell, abhor'd, 5. Never let me leave Thy Breaft, 6. Never let me go, till I Upborn on Wings of Love, Groaning for REDEMPTION. JESU, ftill, ftill fhall I groan Beneath the galling Yoke of Sin? Wilt Thou not claim me for Thy own, And speak the Word, and make me clean ? My Load is more than I can bear : Where is the Friend of Sinners? where? 2. Is there no Balm in Thee to heal I cannot find my Reft in Thee. |