7 While Satan watches, dare we fleep?
We must our guard maintain;
But, Lord, do thou the city keep,
Or elfe we watch in vain *.
CIX. Father, forgive them. Chap. xxiii. 34.
"FATHER, forgive, (the Saviour faid),
They know not what they do :"
His heart was mov'd when thus he pray'd
For me, my friends, and you.
2 He saw that as the Jews abus'd
And crucify'd his flesh;
So he, by us, would be refus'd,
And crucify'd afresh.
Thro' love of fin, we long were prone
To act as Satan bid;
But now with grief and fhame we own,
We knew not what we did.
4 We knew not the defert of fin,
Nor whom we thus defy'd ;
Nor where our guilty fouls had been,
If Jefus had not dy'd.
5 We knew not what a law we broke,
How holy, juft, and pure!
Nor what a God we durft provoke,
But thought ourselves fecure.
6 But Jefus all our guilt forefaw,
And fhed his precious blood,
To fatisfy the holy law,
And make our peace with God.
My fin, dear Saviour, made three bleed,
Yet didst thou pray for me!
I knew not what I did, indeed,
When ignorant of thee.
CX. The Two Malefactors. Chap. xxiii. 39-43
1 Sovereign grace has pow'r alone
To fubdue a heart of ftone;
And the moment grace is felt,
Then the hardest heart will melt.
2 When the Lord was crucify'd,
Two tranfgreffors with him dy'd;
One, with vile blafpheming tongue,
Scoff'd at Jefus as he hung.
3 Thus he spent his wicked breath,
In the very jaws of death;
Perifh'd, as too many do,
With the Saviour in his view.
4 But the other, touch'd with grace,
Saw the danger of his cafe;
Faith receiv'd to own the Lord,
Whom the scribes and priests abhorr❜d.
5 "Lord, (he pray'd), remember me,
When in glory thou shalt be:"-
"Soon with me, (the Lord replies),
Thou shalt reft in paradise."
6 This was wond'rous grace indeed,
Grace vouchfaf'd in time of need!
Sinners, truft in Jefu's name,
You fhall find him ftill the fame.
7 But beware of unbelief,
Think upon the harden'd thief;
If the gospel you disdain,
Chrift, to you, will die in vain.
JO H N.
CXI. The Woman of Samaria. Chap. iv. 28, ESUS, to what didst thou fubmit
To fave thy dear-bought flock from hell! Like a poor trav'ller, fee him fit, Athirft and weary, by the well.
2 The woman, who for water came,
(What great events on fmall depend),
Then learnt the glory of his name,
The well of life, the finners friend!
3 Taught from her birth to hate the Jews,
And fill'd with party-pride; at first
Her zeal induc'd her to refufe
Water, to quench the Saviour's thirft.
4 But foon fhe knew the gift of God,
And Jefus, whom the fcorn'd before,
Unafk'd, that drink on her bestow'd
Which whofo taftes fhall thirst no more.
5 His words her prejudice remov❜d,
Her fin fhe felt, relief the found;
She faw and heard, believ'd and lov'd,
And ran to tell her neighbours round.
6 O'come, this wondrous man behold!
The promis'd Saviour! this is he,
Whom ancient prophecies foretold,
Born, from our guilt to let us free,
Like her, in ignorance content,
I worshipp'd long I knew not what ;
Like her, on other things intent,
I found him when I fought him not.
8 He told me all that e'er I did,
And told me all was pardon'd too;
And now like her, as he has bid,
I live to point him out to you.
CXII. The Fool of Bethesda. Chap. v. 2.-4.
BESIDE the gospel pool
Appointed for the poor,
From year to year my helpleis foul
Has waited for a cure.
Book III. Hymn 7.
The healing waters move;
And others, round me, ftepping in,
Their efficacy prove?
But my complaints remain;.
I feel the very fame;
As full of guilt, and fear, and pain,
As when at first I came.
Owould the Lord appear
My malady to heal;
He knows how long I've languish'd here,
And what diftrefs I feel.
Surely the mercy I have fought
Is not for fuch as I.
There is no other pool
Where ftreams of fov'reign virtue flow
To make a finner whole.
Here then, from day to day,
I'll wait, and hope, and try;
Can Jefus hear a finner pray,
Yet fuffer him to die?
No: he is full of grace;
He never will permit
A foul that fain would fee his face,
To perifh at his feet.
HERE at Bethesda's pool, the poor,
The wither'd, halt, and blind,
With waiting hearts expect a cure,
And free admittance find.
2 Here ftreams of wond'rous virtue flow,
To heal a fin-fick foul;
To wash the filthy white as fnow,
And make the wounded whole.
3 The dumb break forth in fongs of praife,
The blind their fight receive;
The cripple runs in wifdom's ways,
The dead revive and live!
4 Reftrain'd to no one cafe, or time,
Thefe waters always move;
Sinners in every age and clime
Their vital influence prove.
5 Yet numbers daily near them lie,
Who meet with no relief;
With life in view they pine and die
In hopeless unbelief.
6 'Tis ftrange they should refuse to bathe,
And yet frequent the pool;
But none can even with for faith,
While love of fin bears rule.
Satan their confciences has feal'd,
And ftupify'd their thought;
For were they willing to be heal'd,
The cure would foon be wrought.
8 Do thou, dear Saviour, interpose,
Their ftubborn wills constrain;
Or elfe to them the water flows,
And grace is preach'd in vain.
CXIV. The Difciples at Sea*.
Chap. vi. 16.-21.
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Onftrain❜d by their Lord to embark,
And venture without him, to fea;
The feafon tempeftuous and dark,
How griev'd the difciples must be !
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