5 Farewel world, thy gold is drofs, Now I fee the bleeding croís; JESUS dy'd to fet me free

From the law, and fin and thee

6 He has dearly bought my foul
LORD, accept, and claim the whole E
Tothy will all refign,

Now, no more my own, but thine.

LVII. Looking at the cross.

IN evil long I took delight,

Unaw'd by fhame or fear;
Till a new object ftruck my fight,
And stopp'd my wild career.

2 I faw one hanging on a tree,
In agonies and blood;

Who fix'd his languid eyes on me,
As near his crois I ftood.

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3 Sure, never to latest breath,
Can I forget that look;

I feem'd to charge me with his death,
Tho' not a word he spoke.

4 My confcience felt, and own'd the guilt, And plung'd me in defpair;

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1 faw my fins his blood had fpilt,
And help'd to nail him there.

Alafs! I knew not what I did,

But now my tears are vain;

Where fhall my trembling foul be hid?
For I the LORD have flain.

6 A fecond look he gave, which faid, "I freely all forgive;

This blood is for thy ranfom paid,
I die, that thou may'ft live."

7 Thus, while his death my fin difplays, In all its blackeft hue;

(Such is the mystery of grace}
It feals my pardon too.

8 With pleasing grief and mournful joy, My fpir it now is fill'd;

That I fhould fuch a life destroy,
Yet live by him I kill'd.

LVIII. Supplies in the wilderness.

WHEN Ifrael by divine command
The pathlefs desert trod,

They found tho' 'twas a barren land;
A fure refource in GOD.

2 A cloudy pillar mark'd their road,
And screen'd them from the heat;
From the hard rocks the water flow'd,
And Manna was their meat.

3 Like them we have a reft in view,
Secure from adverse pow'rs;
Like them we pass a defert too,
But Ifrael's GOD is ours.

4 Yes, in this barren wilderness
He is to us the fame;

By his appointed means of grace,
As once he was to them.

5 His word a light before us spreads
By which our path we see;
His love a banner o'er our heads,
From harm preferves us free.
6 JESUS the bread of life is giv'n
To be our daily food;

We drink a wond'rous ftream from heav'n
'Tis water, wine and blood.

7 LORD, 'tis enough, I afk no more, Thefe bleffings are divine;

I envy not the worldling's ftore,

If Chrift and heav'n are mine.

LXIX. Communion with the faints in glory.

Refreshed by the bread and wine,

The pledges of our Saviour's love;
Now let our hearts and voices join
In fongs of praife with thofe above.
2 Do they fing, "Worthy is the Lamb ?"
Altho' we cannot reach their strains,
Yet we, thro' grace, can fing the fame,
For us he dy'd, for us he reigns.

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If they

behold him face to face,
While we a glimpfe can only fee;
Yet equal debtors to his grace,
As fafe and as belov'd are we.

They had, like us, a fuff'ring time,
Our cares and fears, and griefs they knew;
But they have conquer'd all thro' him,
And we, ere long, thall conquer too.

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5 Tho' all the fongs of faints in light,
Are far beneath his matchlefs worth;
His grace is fuch, he will not flight
The poor attempt, of worms on earth,

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PRAYER

LX. C. Exhortation to prayer. IWHAT various hind'rances we meet In coming to a mercy feat!

Yet who that knows the worth of pray❜r,
But wishes to be often there.

2 Pray'r makes the dark'ned cloud withdraw,
Pray'r climbs the ladder Jacob faw;
Gives exercise to faith and love,
Brings ev'ry bleffing from above.

3 Reftraining pray'r, we ceafe to fight;
Pray'r makes the chriftian's armour bright;
And Satan trembles, when he sees
The weakest faint upon his knees.
While Mofes ftood with arms fpread wide,
Succefs was found on Ifrael's fide (e);
But when thro' wearinefs they fail'd,
That moment Amalek prevail'd.
Have you no words? ah, think again,
Words flow apace when you complain,
And fill your fellow-creature's ear
With the fad tale of all

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your care.

6 Were half the breath thus vainly spent,
To heav'n in fupplication fent;

Your cheerful fong would oft'ner be,
"Hear what the LORD has done for me.'

LXI. Power of prayer.

IN themseives, as weak as worms. How can poor believers ftand, When temptations, foes and ftorms, Prefs them close on ev'ry hánd ? 2 Weak, indeed, they feel they are, But they know the throne of grace; And the GOD, who answers pray'r Helps them when they feek his face. 3 Tho' the LORD awhile delay, Succour they at length obtain ; He who taught their hearts to pray, Will not let them cry in vain. Wrestling pray'r can wonders do, Bring relief in deepest straits; Pray'r can force a paffage thro' Iron bars and brazen gates.

5 Hezekiah on his knees

Proud Affyria's host subdu'd;
And when fmitten with difeafe,
Had his life by pray'r renew'd.
6 Peter, tho confin'd and chain'd,
Pray'r prevail'd and brought him out;
When Elijah pray'd, it rain'd,
After three long years of drought.

We can likewife witness bear,
That the LORD is ftill the fame;
Tho' we fear'd he would not hear,
Suddenly deliverance came.