The balm of thy mercy apply, I fink, if thou longer delay Thy pardoning mercy to fhow: Come quickly, and kindly, display The pow'r of thy paffion below; By all thou haft done for my fake, One drop of thy blood I implore; Now, now let it touch me, and make The finner, a finner no more! HYMN CCXLIV. C. M. THAT I was as heretofore ! 2 Upon my head his candle fhone, 3 Butter and honey did I eat, I faw the clouds beneath my feet, 4 Far, far above all earthly things I foar'd to heav'n on eagles' wings, 5 Where am I now, from what a height Of happiness caft down! The glory fwallow'd up in night, 6 O God, thou art my home, my rest, I HYMN CCXLV. C. M. OF H for a clofer walk with God, 2 Where is the blessedness I knew, 3 What peaceful hours I once enjoy'd; 4 Return, O holy Dove, return, I hate the fins that made thee mourn, 5 The deareft idol I have known, Help me to tear it from thy throne; 6 So fhall my walk be clofe with God, Calm and ferene my frame; So purer light fhall mark the road ប I DEATH AND JUDGMENT. HYMN CCXLVI. C. M. TH HEE we adore, Eternal Name, 2 Our wafting lives grow shorter ftill, 3 The year rolls round, and steals away 4 Dangers ftand thick thro' all the ground, To pufh us to the tomb; And fierce defeafes wait around, 5 Great God! on what a flender thread 6 Infinite joy or endless wo, Depends on ev'ry breath; Waken, O Lord, our drowsy fenfe, HYMN CCXLVII. C. M. W HEN rising from the bed of death, I view my Maker, face to face, O how fhall I appear! 2 If yet while pardon may be found, My foul with inward horror fhrinks, 3 When thou, O Lord, fhalt ftand disclos'd In majefty severe, And fit in judgment on my foul, 4 O may my broken, contrite heart, And early with repentant tears, 5 Behold the forrows of my heart, And hear my Saviour's dying groan, 6 For never shall my foul despair I Who knows thine only Son hath dy'd HYMN CCXLVIII. S. M. A ND am I born to die? To lay this body down? And muft my trembling spirit fly 2 4 5 A land of deepest shade, Unpierc'd by human thought; The dreary regions of the dead, Where all things are forgot. Soon as from earth I go, Muft then my portion be! How fhall I leave my tomb! Who can refolve the doubt O thou that would'ft not have Who dy'dft thyfelf, my foul to fave |