3.O bleffed word of gofpel-grace,
Which now we for our Ifrael plead!
A faithlefs and backfliding race,
Whom thou haft out of Egypt freed;
O do not then in wrath chaftife,
Nor let thy whole displeasure rise !
4 Father, we ask in Jefu's name;
In Jefu's pow'r and spirit pray;
Divert thy vengeful thunder's aim !
O turn thy threat'ning warth away!
Our guilt and punishment remove,
And magnify thy pard'ning love!
5 Father, regard thy pleading Son,
Accept his all-availing prayer;
And send a peaceful anfwer down,
In honour of our Spokesman there!
Whose blood proclaims our fins forgiv'n,
And speaks thy rebels up to heav'n.
IERCE, fill me with a humble fear;
My utter helpleffinefs reveal;
Satan and fin are always near;
Thee, may I always nearer feel!
2 O! that to thee my conftant mind,
Might with an even flame afpire;
Pride in its earlieft motions, find,
And mark the rifings of defire.
3 O! that my tender foul might fly
The firft abhorr'd approach of ill;
Quick, as the apple of an eye,
The flightest touch of fin to feel!
4 Till thou anew my foul create, Still may I ftrive, and watch, and pray; Humbly and confidently wait,
And long to fee the perfect day.
GOD, moft merciful and true, Thy nature to my foul impart ; 'Stablish with me the cov'nant new, And ftamp thine image on my heart.
2 To real holiness restor❜d,
O let me gain my Saviour's mind; And in the knowledge of my Lord, Fulnefs of life eternal find.
3 Remember, Lord, my fins no more;
Though them I may no more forget;
But, funk in guiltlefs fhame, adore
With speechless wonder at thy feet.
4 O'erwhelm'd with thy ftupendous grace,
I fhall not in thy prefence move;
But breathe unutterable praife,
In rapt'rous awe and filent love.
5 Then ev'ry murm'ring thought, and vain,
Expires, in fweet confufion loft:
I cannot of my crofs complain,
I cannot of my goodncfs boaft.
6 Pardon'd for all that I have done,
My mouth as in the duft I hide,
And glory give to God alone,
My God for ever pacify'd l
HY not now, my God, my God!
Ready if thou always art,
Make in me thy mean abode,
Take poffeffion of my heart :
If thou canst fo greatly bow,
Friend of finners, why not now?
2 God of love, in this my day,
For thyfelf, to thee I cry;
Dying, if thou still delay,
Muft I not for ever die?
Enter now thy pooreft home:
Now, my utmoft Saviour, come.
OW, ev n now, I yield, I yield,
With all my fins to part;
Jefus, fpeak my pardon feal'd,
And purify my heart!
Purge the love of fin away,
Then I into nothing fall:
Then I fee the perfect day:
And Chrift is all in all.
2 Jefus, now our hearts inspire
With that pure love of thine;
Kindle now the heav'nly fire,
To brighten and refine:
Purify our faith like gold;
All the dro's of fin remove;
Melt our fpirits down, and mould
Into thy perfect love.
OME, thou omniscient Son of man,
Difplay thy fifting pow'r;
Come with thy Spirit's winnowing fan,
And throughly purge thy floor.
2 The chaff of fin, th' accursed thing,
Far from our fouls be driv'n :
The wheat into thy garner bring,
And lay us up for heav'n,
3 Look through us with thine eyes of flame,
The clouds and darkness chafe :
And tell me what by fin I am,
And what I am by grace.
4 Whate'er offends thy glorious eyes,
Far from our hearts remove:
As duft before the whirlwind flies,
Disperse it by thy love.
5 Then let us all thy fulness know,
From ev'ry fin set free;
Sav'd, to the utmost, fav'd below,
And perfected by thee.
AVIOUR from fin, I wait to prove
That Jefus is thy healing name,
To lofe, when perfected in love,
Whate'er of fin I have, or am;
I ftay me on thy faithful word,
The fervant fhall be as his Lord.
2 Answer that gracious end in me,
For which thy precious life was giv'n
Redeem from all iniquity,
Reftore and make me meet for heav'n; Unless thou purge my ev'ry stain, My fuff rings and my faith are vain.
3 'Tis not a bare release from fin,
Its guilt and pain, my foul requires ; I want the fpirit of pow'r within:
Thee, Jefus, thee my heart defires, And pants and breaks to be renew'd, And wash'd in thine all-cleaning blood:
4 Didft thou not die that I might live
No longer to myself, but thee?
Might body, foul, and spirit give
To him who gave himself for me?
Come then, my Mafter, and my God,
Take the dear purchase of thy blood.
5 Thine own peculiar fervant claim,
For thine own truth and mercy's fake; Hallow in me thy glorious name:
Me for thine own this moment take, And change and throughly purify; Thine only may I live and die.
OME, O thou traveller unknown, Whom ftill I own, but cannot fee, My company before is gone,
And I am left alone with thee; With thee all night I mean to ftay, And wrestle till the break of day.
2 In vain thou struggleft to get free, I never will unloofe my hold:
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