An humble, lowly, contrite heart,
Believing, true, and clean,
Which neither life nor death can part
From him that dwells within.
An heart refign'd, fubmiffive, meek,
My dear Redeemer's throne;
Where only Chrift is heard to speak,
Where Jefus reigns alone.
Thy holy nature, Lord, impart,
Come quickly from above;
Write thy new name upon my heart,
Thy new, beft name of Love.
Another. Sevens.
OD of all-redeeming grace,
By thy pard'ning love compell'd,
Up to thee our fouls we raife,
Up to thee our bodies yield:
Thou our facrifice receive,
Acceptable thro' thy Son,
While to thee alone we live,
While we die to thee alone.
Meet it is, and just and right,
That we should be wholly thine;
In thy only will delight,
In thy bleffed fervice join.
O that ev'ry work and word
Might proclaim how good thou art!
Holiness unto the Lord,
Still be wrote on ev'ry heart!
LXXVIII. Efficacy of Chriff's Blood. P. M.
NOTHING but thy blood, O Jefus !
Can relieve us from our fmart;
Nothing else from guilt release us,
Nothing else can melt the heart.
Law and terrors do but harden,
All the while they work alone;
But a fenfe of blood-bought pardon
Soon diffolves a heart of ftone.
LXXIX. Walking with God. C.M. 2
For a clofer walk with God!
A calm and heav'nly frame;
A light to fhine upon the road
That leads me to the Lamb!
Where is the bleffednefs I knew,
When first I faw the Lord?
Where is the foul-refreshing view
Of Jefus, and his word?
What peaceful hours I once enjoy'd
How fweet their mem❜ry ftill
But they have left an aching void,
The world can never fill.
Return, O holy Dove, return,
Sweet meffenger of rest!
I hate the fins that made thee mourn,
And drove thee from my breaft.
The dearest idol I have known,
Whate'er that idol be,
Help me to tear it from thy throne,
And worship only thee.
So fhall my walk be close with God,
Calm and ferene my frame;
So purer light fhall mark the road
That leads me to the Lamb,
LXXX. The Joy of the Lord is our Strength. Nehem. viii. 10.
TOY is a fruit, that will not grow
In nature's barren foil;
All we can boaft, till Chrift we know,
Is vanity and toil.
But where the Lord has planted grace,
And made his glories known,
There fruits of heav'nly joy and peace
Are found, and there alone.
A bleeding Saviour, feen by faith----
A fenfe of pardoning love;
A hope that triumphs over death,
Give joys like thofe above.
To take a glimple within the vail-
To know that God is mine,
Are fprings of joy that never fail,
Unipeakably divine!
These are the joys that fatisfy,
And fanctify the mind;
Which make the fpirit mount on high,
And leave the world behind.
No more, believers, mourn your lot;
But if you are the Lord's,
Refign to them, that know him not,
Such joys as earth affords.
LXXXI. Chrift the Way of Holiness. L.M.
ESUS! my all, to heav'n is gone,
He whom I fix my hopes upon;
His track I fee, and I'll pursue
The narrow way, till him I view.
The way the holy prophets went,
The road that leads from banishment;
The king's highway of holiness
I'll go, for all his paths are peace.
This is the way I long have fought,
And mourn'd because I found it not ;
My grief and burden long has been,
Because I could not ceafe from fin.
The more I ftrove against its pow'r,
I finn'd and ftumbled but the more;
Till late I heard my Saviour fay,
"Come hither, foul, I am the way.'
Lo! glad I come; and thou, bleft Lamb,
Shalt take me to thee as I am :
Nothing but fin I thee can give,
Nothing but love fhall I receive.
Then will I tell to finners round,
What a dear Saviour I have found;
I'll point to thy redeeming blood,
And say," Behold the way to God.”
LXXXII. Holiness defired. C. M.
ESU! Redeemer, Saviour, Lord,
The weary finner's friend
Come to my help, pronounce the word,
And bid my troubles end.
Thy pow'rful Spirit can fubdue
Unconquerable fin;
Cleanfe this foul heart, and make it new, And write thy law within.
Bound down, with twice ten thousand ties, Yet let me hear thy call;
My foul in confidence fhall rife,
Shall rife, and break through all.
Thou canst o'ercome this heart of mine,
Thou canst victorious prove;
For everlasting ftrength is thine,
And everlasting love.
LXXXII. Another. Sevens.
HOLY Lamb! who thee receive,
Who in thee begin to live,
Day and night they cry to thee;
As thou art, fo let us be.
Fix, O fix, each wav'ring mind,
To thy cross bur fpirits bind
Earthly paffions far remove,
Swallow up our fouls in love.
Duft and afhes though we be,
Full of guilt and mifery :
Thine we are, thou Son of God,
Take the purchase of thy blood.
Boundless wifdom, pow'r divine,
Love unfpeakable are thine ::
Praise by, all to thee be giv'n,
Sons of earth, and hefts of heav'n...
LXXXIV. To the Holy Ghof. P. M HOLY, Ghaft, difpel our sadness,
Pierce the clouds of nature's night;
Come, thou fource of joy and gladness,
Breathe thy life, and fpread thy light;
Hear, O hear, our fupplication,
Loving Spirit, God of peace!
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