2. Sin, only Sin in me I find;
I cannot fubject be

To thy Command; my Carnal Mind
Is Enmity to Thée.

3. But thou can't wash the Leper clean,
The Stone to Flesh Convert,

Can't make the Ethiop change his Skin,
And purify my Heart.

4.

Then only, when by Grace renew'd.
My Will with Thine fhall fuit:

O make the Tree of Nature good,
And good shall be its Fruit.

5.

I ftrive in all I do to please
With endless Grief and Pain,

But cannot, LORD, from finning ceafe,
Till I am born again.

6. With thee my Virtue is but Vice,
My Good is Specious Ill,

'Tis Self, 'tis Nature in Disguise,

And I am Carnal ftill.

7. No Work of mine, or Word, or Thought-
Thy Judgment can abide,
Thy Glory, LORD, I never fought,
For all my Soul is Pride.

8. What have I then wherein to truft ?
How muft I come to Thee?
Foul as I am, condemn'd and loft,
Thy Son hath died for Me.

9. JESUS hath died that I might live, Might live to GoD alone,

In Him Eternal Life receive,

And be in Spirit One.

10. Saviour

10. Saviour, I thank Thee for the Grace,
The Gift Unfpeakable,

And wait, with Arms of Faith t'embrace, .
And all Thy Love to feel.

11. My Soul breaks out in ftrong Defire
The Perfect Bliss to prove,
My longing Soul is all on fire

To be diffolv'd in Love.

12. Give me Thyself, from every Boast,

From every Wifh fet free:

Let all I am in Thee be loft,

But give Thyfelf to Me.

13. Thy Gifts, alas! cannot fuffice,
Unless Thyfelf be given,

Thy Prefence makes my Paradise,
And where Thou art is Heaven.

I.

The WOMAN of CANAAN.

L

ORD, regard my earnest Cry,
A Potfherd of the Earth,

A poor guilty Worm am I,

A Canaanite by Birth:
Save me from this Tyranny,
From all the Power of Satan save,"

Mercy, Mercy upon me

Thou Son of David have.

2. Still Thou answerest not a Word
To my repeated Prayer;
Hear Thy own Difciples, LORD,
Who in my Sorrows fhare,

O let them prevail with Thee
To grant the Bleffing which I crave:
Mercy, Mercy, &c.

3. Send

3. Send, O fend me now away,
By granting my Request,
Still I follow Thee, and pray,
And will not let Thee reft,
Ever crying after Thee,
Till Thou my Helplesness relieve,
Mercy, Mercy, &c.

4. To the Sheep of Ifrael's Fold
Thou in Thy Flesh waft fent,
But the Gentiles now behold
In Thee their Covenant.
See me then, with Pity fee,

A Sinner, whom Thou cam'ft to fave;
Mercy, Mercy, &c.

5. Still to Thee, my God, I come,
And Mercy I implore,
Thee (but how fhall I presume)
Thee trembling I adore,

Dare not stand before Thy Face,
But lowly at Thy Feet I fall,

Help me, JESU, fhew Thy Grace!
'Thy Grace is free for All.

6. Still I cannot part with Thee,
I will not let Thee. go,
Mercy, Mercy unto me,
O Son of David fhew,
Vileft of the finful Race,
On 'Thee inportunate I call,

Help me, JESU, fhew Thy Grace,

Thy Grace is free for All.

7. Nothing am I in Thy Sight, Nothing have I to plead,

Unto Dogs it is not right

To caft the Children's Bread: Yet the Dogs the Crumbs may eat, That from their Mafter's Table fall, Let the Fragments be my Meat, Thy Grace is free for All.

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8. Give me, LORD, the Victory,
My Heart's Defire fulfil,
Let it now be done to me
According to my Will,
Give me living Bread to eat,
And fay, in Answer to my Call,
"Canaanite, Thy Faith is great,
"My Grace is free for All."

9. If Thy Grace for All is free,
Thy Call now let me hear,
Shew this Token upon me,

And bring Salvation near ; Now the Gracious Word repeat, The Word of Healing to my Soul, "Canaanite, thy Faith is great, 66 Thy Faith hath made Thee whole."

The Pool of BETHESDA.

JEsu, take my Sins away,

•JES

And make me know Thy Name,
Thou art now, as Yesterday,

And evermore the fame :
Thou my True Bethesda be;
I know within Thy Arms is Room,
All the World may unto Thee,
Their House of Mercy, come.

2. See the Porches open wide!
Thy Mercy All may prove,
All the World is Justified

By Univerfal Love.

Halt, and wither'd when they lie, And fick, and impotent, and blind,

Sinners may in Thee efpy

The Saviour of Mankind.

3. See me lying at the Pool,
And waiting for Thy Grace,
O come down into my Soul,
Difclofe Thy Angel-Face,
If to me Thy Bowels move,
If now Thou doft my Sickness feel,
Let the Spirit of Thy Love
The helpless Sinner heal.

4. Sick of Anger, Pride, and Luft,
And Unbelief I am,

Yet in Thee for Health I trust

In JESU's Sovereign Name.
Were I taken into Thee,
Could I but step into the Pool,
I from every Malady

Should be at once made whole.

5. Perfons Thou doft not refpect,
Whoee'r for Mercy call
Thou in no wife wilt reject,
Thy Mercy is for All;
Thou wou'dft freely All reftore,
(Would all the gracious Seafon find)
Fill with Goodnefs, Love, and Power,
And with an Healthful Mind.

6. Mercy then there is for Me

(Away my Doubts and Fears)
Plagu'd with an Infirmity

For more than Thirty Years.
JESU, caft a pitying Eye,

Thou long haft known my defperate Cafe,
Poor, and helplefs here I lie,

And wait the Healing Grace.

7. Long hath Thy Good Spirit ftrove

With my distemper'd Soul,

But I ftill refus'd Thy Love,

And would not be made whole :