Of hope he felt no joyful ground, The fruit of righteousness alone; Naked of Christ his soul he found, And started from a God unknown. His feeble flesh refus'd to bear, "Father! if I may call thee mine, "How shall I lift my guilty eyes, Or dare appear before thy face? When deaf to mercy's loudest cries, 1 long have wearied out thy grace. "Loos'd from my God, and far remov❜d, "In darkness, willingly I stray'd, I sought thee, yet from thee I rov'd; For wide my wand'ring thoughts were spread; Thy creatures more than thee I lov'd. "Corrupt my will, nor half subdu'd; Can I thy purer presence bear? Unchang'd, unhallow'd, unrenew'd, Dare 1 before thy face appear? "Father of mercies! hear my call, E'er yet arrive the fatal hour; Repair my loss, retrieve my fall, And raise me by thy quick'ning power. My nature re-exchange for thine, And death shall shake his dart in vain. "When I thy promis'd Christ have seen, And clasp'd him in my soul's embrace; Possess'd of my salvation then, Then let me, Lord, depart in peace. "I nothing have, wherein to trust, 1 nothing have, I nothing am; Excluded is my ev'ry boast, My glory swallow'd up in shame. "Guilty I stand before thy face; I feel on me thy wrath abide ; 'Tis just, the sentence should take place, "Tis just, but, Oh! thy Son has died! "Jesus, the Lamb of God, bath bled, He bare our sins upon the tree; Beneath our curse, he bow'd his head, "Tis finish'd! he hath died for me! "Lo! now before the throne he stands, "He ever lives for me to pray; He prays that I, with him, may reign; "A stranger long to thee, and rest; "O draw me, Saviour, after thee? "Fain would I leave this earth below, O pain, and sin, the dark abode; Where shadowy joy, or solid woe, Allure, or tear me from my God. "Whither should now my soul aspire, "Where thou, and only thou, art love; a There let me rest, and sin no more: Come quickly, Lord, and end the strife; Hasten my last, my mortal hour, Swallow me up in endless life. "Thankful I take the cup from thee, Prepar'd, and mingled by thy skill; Tho' bitter to the taste it be, Pow'rful the wounded soul to heal. "When pains o'er my weak flesh prevail, With lamb-like patience, arm my breast; If fear my wounded soul assail, O cheer me by thy promis'd rest! "Speak to my fears, and doubtings, peace; Say to my trembling heart, be still; Thy power, my strength and fortress is, Along the dark and dreary vale. "Tis done; life's struggle now is o'er, The Saviour's kind, he takes me home; O my much injured Lord! Restore my inward peace; I know, thou can'st pronounce the word, And bid the tempest cease. When shall thy love constrain, Thy condescending grace, Ah! what avails my strife, Distraction, grief, and wo; Lord! at thy feet I fall, I groan to be set free; I fain would now obey thy call, To rescue me from wo, Thou did'st with all things part; Didst lead a life of grief below, My worthless heart to gain, The God of all that breathe, Was found in fashion as a man, Take then, O Saviour, take, |