Satan will not be braved
By fuch a worm as I;
Then let me learn with David,
To truft in the Moft High;
To plead the name of Jefus,
And use the fling of pray'r;
Thus arm'd, when Satan fees us,
He'll tremble and despair.
XXIX. DAVID's Fall. Chap. xi. 27.
OW David, when by fin deceiv'd, From bad to worfe went on! -For when the Holy Spirit's griev'd,
Our strength and guard are gone.
2 His eye on Bathsheba once fix'd,
With poifon fill'd his foul;
He ventur'd on adult'ry next,
And murder crown'd the whole.
3 So from a fpark of fire at first,
That has not been defcry'd;
A dreadful flame has often burst,
And ravag'd far and wide.
4 When fin deceives, it hardens too,
For tho' he vainly fought
To hide his crimes from public view,
Of God he little thought.
He neither would nor could repent,
No true compunction felt;
'Till God in mercy Nathan fent,
His fubborn heart to melt.
6 The parable held forth a fact,
Defign'd his cafe to fhew;
But though the picture was exact,
Himself he did not know.
7 "Thou art the man," the prophet said,
That word his flumber broke ;
And when he own'd his fin, and pray'd,
The Lord forgiveness spoke.
8 Let thofe who think they ftand beware,
For David ftood before; -
Nor let the fallen foul defpair,
For mercy can restore.
XXX. Is this thy kindness to thy friend?
Chap. xvi. 17.
I POOR, weak, and worthlefs, tho' I am,
I have a rich almighty friend;
Jefus, the Saviour, is his name,
He freely loves, and without end.
2 He ranfom'd me from hell with blood,
And by his pow'r my foes controll'd;
He found me, wand'ring. far from God,
And brought me to his chofen fold.
3 He chears my heart, my want supplies,
And fays that I fball fhortly be
Enthron'd with him above the skies,
Oh! what a friend is Chrift to me!
4 But ah! my inmost spirit mourns,
And well my eyes with tears may swim,
To think of my perverfe returns;
I've been a faithlefs friend to him.
5. Often my gracious Friend I grieve,
Neglect, diftruft, and disobey,
And often Satan's lies believe,
Sooner than all my Friend can say.
6 He bids me always freely come,
And promises whate'er I afk:
But I am ftrait'ned, cold, and dumb,
And count my privilege a task.
7 Before the world, that hates his caufe,
My treach'rous heart has throbb'd with
fhame;
Loth to forego the world's applaufe,
1 hardly dare avow his name..
8 Sura, were not I most vile and base,
I could not thus my Friend requite!
And were not he the God of grace,
He'd frown and fpurn me from his fight.
XXXI. Afk what 1 fball give thee. Chap. iii. 5.
HOME, my foul, thy fuit prepare,
Jefus loves to anfwer pray's ;
He himself has bid thee pray,
Therefore will not fay thee nay,
2 Thou art coming to a King *,
Large petitions with thee bring;
For his grace and pow'r are fuch,
None can ever afk too much.
3 With my burden I begin,
Lord, remove this load of fin!
Let thy blood for finners fpilt,
Set my confcience free from guilt.
4 Lord! I come to thee for rest,
Take poffeffion of my breast;
There thy blood-bought right maintain,
And without a rival reign.
5 As the image in the glafs
Anfwers the beholder's face;
Thus unto my heart appear,
Print thine own resemblance there.
6 While I am a pilgrim here,
Let thy love my fpirit cheer;
As my Guide, my Guard, my Friend,
Lead me to my journey's end.
Shew me what I have to do,
Ev'ry hour my ftrength renew;
Let me live a life of faith,,
Let me die thy peoples death.
F Solomon for wifdom pray'd,
The Lord before had made him wife;
Elfe he another choice had made,
And afk'd for what the worldlings prize.
2 Thus he invites his people ftill;
He first inftructs them how to choose,
Then bids them afk whate'er they will,
Affur'd that He will not refufe.
3 Our withes would our ruin prove,
Could we our wretched choice obtain,
Berore we feel the Saviour's love
Kindle our love to him again.
But when our hearts perceive his worth,
Defires, till then unknown, take place;
Our fpirits cleave no more to earth,
But pant for holiness and grace.
5 And doft thou fay, "Afk what thou wilt ?* Lord, I would feize the golden hour;
I pray to be releas'd from guilt,
And free'd from fin and Satan's pow'r.
6 More of thy prefence, Lord, impart,
More of thine image let me bear;
Erect thy throne within my heart,
And reign without a rival there.
7 Give me to read my pardon feal'd,
And from the joy to draw my ftrength;
To have thy boundless love reveal'd
In all its height, and breadth, and length.
8 Grant these requefts, I ask no more,
But to thy care the reft refign;
Sick, or in health, or rich, or poor,
All fhall be well if thou art mine.
BEHOLD the throne of grace!
The promise calls me near;
There Jefus fhews' a fmiling face,
And waits to answer pray'r.
2 That rich atoning blood,
Which fprinkled round I fee,
Provides for those who come to God,
An all prevailing plea.
3 My foul, afk whatt nou wilt,
Thou canst not be too bold;
Since his own blood for thee he fpilt,
What else can he with-hold?
4 Beyond thy utmost wants
His love and pow'r can blefs;
To praying fouls he always grants
More than they can express.
5 Since 'tis the Lord's command,
My mouth I open wide;
Lord, open thou thy bounteous hand,
That I may be iupply'd.
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