"Then, Saviour, then my soul receive, And reign with thee above: "HUSH, my distrustful heart, "Unchangeable his will, Whatever be my frame: His loving heart is still Eternally the same. My soul thro' many changes goes, His love no variation knows. "Thou, Lord, wilt carry on, And perfectly perform The work thou hast begun, In me, vile sinful worm. My own self-will brings grief and woe, But Jesus will not let me go. "The bowels of thy grace, At first did freely move; And still I see thy face, Into thine arms my soul I cast; The Priest and Ark now move To Jordan's gulphy strand; ་་ Their triumph to his death. They mark'd the footsteps that he trod : His zeal inspir'd their breast; And following the incarnate God, Possess'd the promis'd rest. "Our glorious Leader claims our praise, For his own pattern given: While the long cloud of witnesses Show the same path to heaven." WITH heart, and hands, and lifted eyes, Faith fain would say in boasting mood, By leading through the swelling flood, If Grace in time of need I have, "I'LL praise my Maker while I've breath, My days of praise shall ne'er be past My God indulge my humble claim; Thou art my hope, my joy, my rest; The glories that compose thy name, Stand all engag'd to make me blest. "Thou great and good, thou just and wise, Thou art my Father and my God: And I am thine by sacred ties, Thy child, thy servant, bought with blood. "With heart, and eyes, and lifted hands, For thee I long, to thee I look : As travellers in thirsty lands Pant for the cooling water brook.” "JESUS! the weary wanderer's rest, Give grace thy sov'reign will to bear; With steadfast patience arm my breast With holy loye and lowly fear. "Thankful, I take the cup from thee, Prepar'd and mingled by thy skill; Tho' bitter to the taste it be, Powerful the wounded soul to heal. “Be thou a rock of ages nigh, My saved soul on thee alone : Shall safely rest, and fears shall fly, As clouds before the mid-day sup. Speak to my troubled conscience peace, Say to my tremb'ling heart, be still: My power thy strength and fortress is: Amen! to all thy sov'reign will. "O Death where is thy sting, where now Thy boasted victory O Grave? Who shall contend with God, or who Condemn whom he delights to save." "Dear name! the rock on which I build, My shield and hiding place; My never failing treas❜ry fill'd With boundless stores of grace. "Jesus, my Shepherd, husband, Friend, "Weak is the effort of my heart, "Till then I would thy love proclaim, And may the music of thy name "AMAZING grace, how sweet the sound I once was lost, but now am found, ""Twas grace that taught my heart to fear, And grace my fears reliev'd: How precious did that grace appear The hour I first believ'd. "Thro' many dangers, toils, and snares Already I have come : 'Tis grace has brought me safe thus far, And grace will lead me home. "Yes, when this heart and flesh shall fail, And mortal life shall cease, I shall possess within the vail, |