Save me from the furious blast, A covert from the tempeft be; Hide me, Jefus, till o'erpaft The ftorm of fin I fee.
2 Welcome as the water-spring In a dry barren place; O defcend on me, and bring The fweet refreshing grace; O'er a parch'd and weary land As a great rock extends its fhade, Hide me, Saviour, with thine hand, And fcreen my naked head.
3 In the time of my diftrefs Thou haft my fuccour been; In my utter helplessness Reftraining me from fin: O! how fwiftly didft thou move To fave me in the trying hour! Still protect me with thy love, And shield me with thy pow'r. 4 First and laft, in me perform The work thou haft begun : Be my fhelter from the ftorm, My fhadow from the fun : Let me hang upon my God, Till I thy perfect glory fee, Till the fprinkling of thy blood Shall speak me up to thee.
THOU that hear ft when finners cry, Tho' all my crimes before thee lic,
Behold me not with angry look, But blot their mem'ry from thy book,
2 Create my nature pure within, And form my foul averse to fin: Let thy good Spirit ne'er depart, Nor hide thy presence from my heart.
I cannot live without thy light,
Caft out and banish'd from thy fight: Thy faving ftrength, O Lord, restore, And guard me that I fall no more. 4 Tho' I have griev'd thy Spirit, Lord, His help and comfort ftill afford: And let a wretch come near thy throne, To plead the merits of thy Son.
5 My foul lies humbled in the duft, And owns thy dreadful fentence juft: Look down, O Lord, with pitying eye, And fave the foul condemn'd to die. 6 Then will I teach the world thy ways, Sinners fhall learn thy fov'reign grace: I'll lead them to my Saviour's blood, And they shall praise a pard'ning God. O may thy love infpire my tongue, Salvation fhall be all my fong: And all my pow'rs fhall join to bless The Lord, my ftrength and righteousness.
THAT I could my Lord receive, Who did the world redeem; Who gave his life, that I might live A life conceal'd in him!
2 O that I could the bleffing prove, My heart's extreme defire';
Live happy in my Saviour's love, And in his arms expire!
3 Mercy I ask to feal my peace, That, kept by mercy's power, I may from ev'ry evil cease, And never grieve thee more! 4 Now, if thy gracious will it be, Ev'n now my fins remove, And fet my foul at liberty, By thy victorious love.
5 In answer to ten thousand pray'rs, Thou pard'ning God defcend; Number me with falvation's heirs, My fins and troubles end.
6 Nothing I ask or want befide, Of all in earth or heav'n:
But let me feel thy blood apply'd, And live and die forgiv'n.
ROOPING foul, shake off thy fears: Fearful foul, be strong, be bold:
Tarry till the Lord appears, Never, never quit thy hold: Murmur not at his delay,
Dare not fet thy God a time, Calmly for his coming stay, Leave it, leave it all to him.
2 Fainting foul, be bold, be ftrong, Wait the leifure of thy Lord; Though he feem to tarry long, True and faithful is his word:
On his word my foul I caft, (He can not himself deny) Surely he will speak at last: He will fpeak, he cannot lie.
3 Ev'ry one, that feeks, fhall find: Ev'ry one that afks, fhall have : Chrift, the Saviour of mankind, Willing, able all to fave: I fhall his falvation fee, I in faith on Jefus call: I from fin fhall be fet free, Perfectly fet free from all.
4 Lord, my time is in thy hand; Weak and helpless as I am, Surely thou canft make me ftand, I believe in Jefu's name: Saviour, in temptation, thou,
Thou haft fav'd me heretofore ! Thou from fin doft fave me now, Thou fhalt fave me evermore.
HY fhould the children of a king Go mourning all their days?
Great Comforter, defcend, and bring The tokens of thy grace!
2 Doft thou not dwell in all thy faints, And feal the heirs of heav'n? When wilt thou banish my complaints, And fhew my fins forgiv'n :
3 Affure my confcience of her part In the Redeemer's blood;
And bear thy witness with my heart, That I am born of God.
4 Thou art the earneft of his love, The pledge of joys to come: May thy bleft wings, celeftial Dove, Safely convey me home.
HYMN XXXII. C. M.
MY drowy pow'rs, why sleep ye fo?
Awake, my fluggish foul!
Nothing hath half thy work to do, Yet nothing's half fo dull.
2 Go to the ants: for one poor grain See how they toil and firive;
Yet we, who have a heav'n t' obtain, How negligent we live !
3 We, for whofe fake all nature ftands, And ftars their courfes move;
We, for whofe guards the angel-bands Come flying from above:
4 We, for whom God the Son came down, And labour'd for our good, How careless to secure that crown He purchas'd with his blood!
5 Lord, fhall we live fo fluggish still, And never act our parts?
Come, Holy Dove, from th' heav'nly hill, And warm our frozen hearts.
6 Give us with active warmth to move, With vig'rous fouls to rife,
With hands of faith, and wings of love, To fly and take the prize..
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