3. But wilt Thou let Thy Foe devour
And take me as his lawful Prey ?
But muft I fink beneath the Power
Of Sin, and fall à Caftaway?
Forbid it Love! and fave (if Thou
Art Love indeed) O! fave me Now!
4. 'Tis not the Punishment I dread,
Harden'd I feem, and cannot fear
Thy Wrath abiding on my Head,
Ör deprecate Thy Judgments near; But refcue me from Satan's Power, Save me from Sin, I ask no more.
5. I afk not Senfible Delight,
The Joy and Comfort of Thy Grace,
Still let me want 'Thy Blifsful Sight,
Let me go mourning all my Days;
With trembling Awe Thy Ways adore ;
But fave me, that I fin no more.
6. Rather than fuffer me to fin,
Now, LORD, my spotted Soul require : I know that I am all unclean,
And Thou a Sin-confuming Fire;
I cannot Now in Heaven appear,
Nothing unclean shall enter there.
7. Yet now I chufe to breathe my last,
Rather than turn to Sin again,
On Thee my Soul unchang'd I caft,
And foul with every finful Stain,
I plunge me in a Sea Unknown,
Without Thy Utmost Grace
8. Thou Canft cut short the Work, and heal The Sinner in a Moment's Space; according to Thy Will,
I leave it to Thy Secret Grace, I venture All on this Laft Hour, And die, that I may fin no more.
Esu, Thou knowft my Simplenefs,
My Faults are not conceal'd from Thee,
A Sinner in my last Distress,
To Thy dear Wounds I fain would flee,
And never never thence depart,
Clofe shelter'd in Thy Loving Heart.
2. How fhall I find the Living Way,
Loft, and confus'd, and dark, and blind;
Ah! LORD, my Soul is gone aftray,
Ah! Shepherd, feek my Soul, and find,
And in Thy Arms of Mercy take,
And bring the weary Wanderer back.
3. Weary and fick of Sin I am,
I hate it, LORD, and yet I love:
When wilt Thou rid me of my Shame,
When wilt Thou all my. Load remove,
Destroy the Fiend of Inbred Sin,
And fpeak the Word of Power, Be clean!
4. My Jesus, why doft Thou delay
An helpless dying Soul to heal?
What fhall I to my JESUS fay?
Doft Thou not all my Sufferings feel?
Ah! tell me, if unmov'd Thou art?
How doft Thou find it in Thy Heart ?
5. What means this ftruggling in my Breaft,
If Thine is fleel'd against my Prayer?
If Thou art deaf to my Requeft,
Why do I groan my Sin to bear?
Surely it is Thy Spirit's Groan,
I do not grieve, or weep alone.
6. I feel that Thou would'st have me live, And waiteft now Thy Grace to fhew, When I am willing to receive
The Grace, I all Thy Life fhall know, And Thou art ftriving now with me, To get Thyself the Victory.
7. O LORD, if I at laft difcern,
That I am Sin, and Thou art Love,
If now o'er me Thy Bowels yearn,
Give me a Token from above,
And conquer my rebellious Will,
And bid my murmering Heart, Be ftill.
8. Sin only let me not commit,
(Sin never can advance Thy Praise)
And lo! I lay me at Thy Feet,
And wait unwearied all my Days,
Till my appointed Time fhall come,
And Thou shalt call thine Exile home.
9. Ah! tell me, that I fhall not fin,
Affur'd of this, I ask no more,
The Kingdom When Thou wilt, bring in,
Thine Image As Thou wilt restore,
But do not fuffer Sin to reign,
Ah! do not let me fin again.
10. Or if I afk I know not what,
The Knowledge of a future Grace,
If This can only Then be wrought
When pure
in Heart I see Thy Face,
O pierce, and fill me Now with Fear
Of Sin, and Hell forever near.
11. O put Thy Fear within my
That I may tremble at Thy Word,
Nor ever from Thy Paths depart,
Or dare to fin against the LORD,
Till I the Promis'd Seed receive,
Let Ihmael before Thee live.
12. I ask according to Thy Will,
O keep me till the Grace is given,
Till I Thy Holy Law fulfil
On Earth, as Angels do in Heaven,
Thy uttermoft Salvation prove,
Made perfect in Almighty Love.
REAK ftubborn Heart, and figh no more
To mock me with a Shew of Good,
To make me think the Conflict o'er
The Strength of Inbred Sin fubdu'd ;
Or let me cease from Every Ill,
Or bear the Nether-Milftone still.
3. Away my flatt'ring Hopes, and Fears
The Transports of my short-liv'd Grief,
Away my anavailing Tears,
Nor mock me with your vain Relief,
Diffembling Tears, 'tis paft your Art
To melt the Marble of my Heart.
3. My Heart, which now to GoD afpires,
The following Moment cleaves to Duft,
My firm Refolves, my Good Defires,
Poor feeble broken Reeds, to You:
My Goodness melts as Morning-Dew.
Hardly convinc'd I own at last,
No Will to Good abides in me,
My latest Rag away I caft,
The Rag of my Sincerity,
I bear my double Sin, and Shame,
Beaft, Beaft, and Legion is my Name.
5. Full of Concupifcence and Pride,
Fit Fuel for Eternal Fire,
With Virtuous Shew I ftrive to hide
The Baseness of impure Defire;
Conceal'd it lies, if not fuppreft ;.
The Devil blufhes for the Beaft.
6. Iftart from the Contempt of Men,.
But shameless in His Sight appear
By whom my every Thought is feen;
My Heart is harden'd from His Fear,
Nor care I from His View to hide
My fouleft Filthiness of Pride.
7. O What a loathfome Hypocrite
Am I! A Child of Wrath and Sin,
An Heir of Hell, a Son of Night,
An Outward Saint, a Fiend within,
A painted Tomb, a Whited Wall,
A Worm, a Sinner ftript of All.
8. Lay to Thy Hand, O GOD of Grace, O GOD, the Work is worthy Thee; See at Thy Feet of all our Race
The Chief, the vileft Sinner fee,
And let me all Thy Mercy prove,
Thy Utmoft Miracle of Love.
9. Speak; and an holy Thing and clean
Shall ftrangely be brought out of Me,
My Ethiop-Soul fhall change her Skin,
Redeem'd from All Iniquity,
I, even I shall then proclaim,
The Wonders wrought by JESU's Name.
10. Thee I fhall then forever praife,
In Spirit and in Truth adore,
While all I am declares Thy Grace,
And born of GOD I fin no more,
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