Will for me work, and in me too,
And guide me right, and bring me thro'.
No other stay have I beside;

If these can alter, I must fall;
I look to thee to be supplied,

With life, with will, with power, with all
Rich souls may glory in their store;
But Jesus will relieve the poor.

45. Professor, lovest thou Christ? 7.
HARK! my soul, it is the Lord,
'Tis thy Saviour, heard his word,
Jesus speaks, and speaks to thee,
Say, poor sinner, lov'st thou me?
I deliver'd thee when bound,
And, when wounded, heal'd thy wound,
Sought thee wandering, set thee right,
Turn'd thy darkness into light.

Can a woman's tender care

Cease towards the child she bare?

Yes, she may forgetful be,
Yet will I remember thee.
Mine is an unchanging love,
Higher than the heights above,
Deeper than the depths beneath,
Free and faithful, strong as death.
Thou shalt see my glory soon,
When the work of grace is done,
Partner of my throne shall be;
Say, poor sinner, lov'st thou me?

Lord, it is my chief complaint,
That my love is weak and faint,
Yet I love thee and adore,

O for grace to love thee more!

46. Glory and Grace in the Person of

Christ. L. M.

Now to the Lord a noble song!
Awake, my soul; awake my tongue:
Hosanna to th' eternal name,

And all his boundless love proclaim.
See where it shines in Jesus' face,
The brightest image of his grace;
God, in the person of his Son,
Hath all his mightiest works outdone.
The spacious earth, and spreading flood,
Proclaim the wise and pow'rful God;
And thy rich glories from afar,
Sparkle in ev'ry rolling star.

But in his looks a glory stands,
The noblest labour of thine hands:
The pleasing lustre of his eyes
Outshines the wonders of the skies.
Grace! 'tis a sweet, a charming theme,
My thoughts rejoice at Jesus' name!
Ye angels, dwell upon the sound;
Ye heav'ns, reflect it to the ground!
Oh, may I live to reach the place
Where he unveils his lovely face!
Where all his beauties you behold,
And sing his name to harps of gold!

47. Electing Grace: or, Saints Beloved in

Christ. L. M.

JESUS, we bless thy Father's name; Thy God and ours are both the same; What heav'nly blessings from his throne, Flow down to sinners thro' his Son.

"Christ be my

first elect," he said;
Then chose our souls in Christ our head!
Before he gave the mountains birth,
Or laid foundations for the earth.
Thus did eternal love begin

To raise us up from death and sin;
Our characters were then decreed,

Blameless in love, a holy seed."
Predestinated to be sons,

Born by degrees, but chose at once;
A new regenerated race,

To praise the glory of his grace.

With Christ our Lord we share a part
In the affections of his heart;

Nor shall our souls be thence remov'd,
Till he forget his first-belov'd.

48. The Joy of Faith. 5. 6.
How happy are we,

Our election who see,

Anl can venture our souls on thy gracious decree !

In Jesus approv'd,

From eternity lov'd,

And held in his hand, whence we cannot be mov'd!

"Tis sweet to recline
On thy bosom divine,

And experience the comforts peculiar to thine; While born from above,

And upheld by thy love,

We with singing and triumph to Zion remove.

As doves we have prest

To the ark of thy breast,

That harbour of safety, that centre of rest;
Thou hast taken us in,

Thou hast cancell'd our sin,

And sown the sure seed of salvation within. Our seeking thy face

Was the fruit of thy grace;

Thy goodness deserves, and shall have all the praise:

No sinner can be

Beforehand with thee:

Thy grace is preventing, almighty, and free Effectually drawn,

We come to thy Son,

And thoul't perfect the work, for the work was thy own:

Thy breath from above,
The spark shall improve;

No floods can extinguish our dawning of love.

49. Part Second. 5. 6.

OUR Saviour and friend

His love shall extend;

It knew no beginning, and never shall end;

Whom once he receives
His Spirit ne'er leaves;

Nor revokes, nor repents, of the grace that he gives.

Through mercy we taste

Th' invisible feast,

The bread of the kingdom, the wine of the blest:

Who grants us to know

His drawings below,

Will endless salvation and glory bestow.

This proof we can give,

That thee we receive,

Thou art precious alone to the souls that believe:

Thou art precious to us,

All beside is as dross,

When compar'd with thy love, and the blood of thy cross.

THE FALL.

50. The Evil Consequence of Sin. 112. WHEN Adam by transgression fell, And conscious fled his Maker's face, Link'd in clandestine league with hell, He ruin'd all his future race; The seeds of evil once brought in, Increas'd, and fill'd the world with sin. This lurking leav'n ferments the mass; All nature's sick: creation's spoil'd;