10 Speak, Jefus, speak into my heart,
What thou for me haft done;
One grain of living faith impart,
And God is all my own.
HYMN XXXVIII. L. M.
HOU man of griefs, remember me,
Who never canft thyfelf forget,
Thy laft myfterious agony,
Thy fainting pangs, and bloody fweat!
2 When wrestling in the ftrength of pray'r,
Thy fpirit funk beneath its load;
Thy feeble flesh abhorr'd to bear
The wrath of an Almighty God.
3 Father, if I may call thee fo,
Regard my fearful heart's defire;
Remove this load of guilty woe,
Nor let me in my fins expire!
4 I tremble, left the wrath divine,
Which bruifes now my wretched foul, Should bruife this wretched foul of mine, Long as eternal ages roll.
5 To thee my laft diftrefs I bring!
The heighten'd fear of death I find; The tyrant, brandishing his fting, Appears, and hell is close behind.
6 I deprecate that death alone,
That endlefs banishment from thee:
O fave, and give me to thy Son,
Who trembled, wept, and bled for me!
HYMN XXXIX. L. M.
ORD Jefus, when, when shall it be,
thee!
When will this war of paffions cease,
And my free foul enjoy thy peace?
2 Here I repent, and fin again;
Now I revive, and now am flain;
Slain with the fame unhappy dart,
Which Oh! too often wounds my heart!
3 O Saviour, when, when fhall I be
A garden feal'd to all but thee?
No more expos'd, no more undone ;
But live and grow to thee alone?
4 Guide thou, O Lord, guide thou my courfe,
And draw me on with thy fweet force:
Still make me walk, ftill make me tend,
By thee my way, to thee my end.
HYMN XL. L. M.
GOD, to whom, in flesh reveal'd,
The helpless all for fuccour came;
The fick to be reliev'd and heal'd,
And found falvation in thy name.
2 With publicans and harlots I,
In these thy Spirit's gospel days,
To thee, the finner's friend, draw nigh,
And humbly fue for saving grace.
3 Thou feeft me helplefs and diftrefs'd,
Feeble, and faint, and blind, and poor;
Weary, I come to thee for reft,
And fick of fin implore a cure.
4 My fin's incurable disease,
Thou, Jefus, thou alone canft heal; Infpire me with thy pow'r and peace, And pardon on my confcience feal.
5 A touch, a word, a look from thee,
Can turn my heart and make it clean;
Can purge the inbred leprofy,
And fave me from my bofom-fin.
6 Lord, if thou wilt, I do believe,
Thou canft the faving grace impart ;
Thou canft this inftant now forgive,
And ftamp thine image on my heart.
7 My heart, which now to thee I raise, I know thou canft this moment cleanfe; The deepeft ftains of fin efface,
And drive the evil spirit hence.
8 Be it according to thy word!
Accomplish now thy work in me;
And let my foul, to health reftor'd,
Devote its little all to thee!
HYMN XLI. L. M.
JEMYs extended fam
My drooping foul exults to hear;
Thy name, thy all-reftoring name,
Is mufic in a finner's ear.
2 Sinners of old thou didst receive,
With comfortable words and kind; Their forrows cheer'd, their wants reliev'd, Heal'd the difeas'd and cur'd the blind.
3 And art thou not the Saviour ftill,
In ev'ry place and age the fame?
Haft thou forgot thy gracious skill;
Or loft the virtue of thy name?
4 Faith in thy changelefs name I have;
The good, the kind, phyfician, thou
Artable now our fouls to fave,
Art willing to restore them now.
5 Though eighteen hundred years are paft,
Since thou didst in the fleth appear;
Thy tender mercies ever laft,
And still thy healing pow'r is here. 6 Wouldst thou the body's health reftore, And not regard the fin-fick foul!
The fin-fick foul thou lov'ft much more,
And furely thou wilt make it whole.
7 All my difeafe, my ev'ry fin,
To thee, O Jefus, I confefs:
In pardon, Lord, my cure begin,
And perfect me in holiness.
8 That token of thine utmoft good,
Now, Saviour, now on me beftow; And purge my confcience with thy blood, And wash my nature white as fnow.
SUPPLICATION AND PRAYER, HYMN XLII.
APPY foul, that free from harms, Refts within his Shepherd's arms! Who his quiet fhall moleft? Who fhall violate his reft?
Jefus doth his fpirit bear,
Jefus takes his ev'ry care;
He who found the wand'ring fheep,
Jefus ftill delights to keep.
20 that I might so believe,
Stedfaftly to Jefus cleave;
On his only love rely,
Smile at the deftroyer nigh!
Free from fin and fervile fear,
Have my Jefus ever near;
All his care rejoice to prove;
All his paradife of love.
3 Jefus, feek thy wand'ring fheep,
Bring me back, and lead, and keep;
Take on thee my ev'ry care;
Bear me, on thy bofom bear;
Let me know my Shepherd's voice,
More and more in thee rejoice;
More and more of thee receive,
Ever in thy Spirit live.
4 Live, till all thy life I know,
Perfect through my Lord below;
Gladly then from earth remove,
Gather'd to the fold above:
O that I at laft may stand
With the sheep at thy right hand
Take the crown fo freely giv'n,
Enter in by thee to heay'n.
AKER, Saviour of mankind,
Who haft on me beftow'd
An immortal foul, defign'd
To be the house of God:
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