Confess how guilty I have been
To leave my Jesus so.

5 Then I will clasp him in my arms, And he shall have my heart;

And earth with all her treach'rous charms, Forever shall depart.

HYMN 96.

Complaining. The good that I would, I do not.

I WOULD but cannot sing,

I would but cannot pray;

For Satan meets me when I try,
And frights my soul away.

2 I would but can't repent,
Tho' I endeavour oft;
This stony heart can ne'er relent,
Till Jesus makes it soft.

3 I would but cannot love,
Tho' woo'd by love divine;
No arguments have power to move
A soul so base as mine.

4 I would but cannot rest
In God's most holy will;
I know what he appoints is best,
Yet murmer at it still.

5 O could I but believe;

Then all would easy be;

I would but cannot-Lord relieve;
My help must come from thee.

6 But if indeed I would,

Tho' I can nothing do;

Yet the desire is something good,
For which my praise is due.

By nature prone to ill,
"Till thine appointed hour,
I was as destitute of will,
As now I am of pow'r.

8 Wilt thou not crown at length,
The work thou hast beguh?
And with a will afford me strength,
In all thy ways to run.

HYMN 97.

Apostacy-"Will ye also go away 732

WHEN any turn from Zion's way (Alas! what number do!) Methinks I hear my Saviour say,

"Wilt thou forsake me too ?""

2 Ah! Lord, with such a heart as mine Unless thou hold me fast;

I feel I must, I shall decline,
And prove like them at last.

3 Yet thou alone hast power I know,
To save a wretch like me:

To whom or whither could I go,
If I should turn from thee

4 Beyond a doubt I rest assur'd,
Thou art the Christ of God,
ho hast eternal life 'secur'd
By promise and by blood.

The help of men and angels join'd,
Could never reach my case;
Nor can I hope relief to find,

But in thy boundless grace.

No voice but thine can give me rest,
And bid my fears depart ;

No love but thine can make me blest,
And satisfy my heart.

7 What anguish has that question stirr❜d,
If I will also go?
Yet, Lord relying on thy word,
I humbly answer, No.

HYMN 98.

The Complainer reformed.

I SET myself against the Lord,
Despis'd his spirit and his word,
And wish'd to take his place;
It vext me sore that I must die,
And perish too eternally,

Or else be sav❜d by grace..

Of every preacher I'd complain,
One spoke thro' pride, and one for gain,
Another's learning's small;

This spoke too fast, and that too slow,
One pray'd'too loud, and one too low,
The other had no call.

3 With no professors could I join, Some dress'd too mean and some too fine, And some did talk too long ; ›

Some had a tone, some had no gift, Some talk'd so weak, and some so swift, That all of them were wrong.

4 I thought they'd better kept at home, Than to exhort where'er they come, And tellus of their joys;

They'd better keep their gardens free
From weeds, than to examine me,
And vex me with their noise.

5 Kindred and neighbours all were bad,
And no true friends were to be had,
My rulers too were vile;

But I at length was brought to see,
The fault did mostly lie in me,
And had done all the while.

6 The horrid loads of guilt and shame (Being conscious too I was to blame) Did wound my frighted soul; I've sinn'd so much against my God, I'm crouch'd so low beneath his rody How can I be made whole ?

But there is balm in Gilead, And a physician to be had,

A balsam too most free;

Only believe on God's dear son,
Thro' him the victory is won,
Christ Jesus dy'd for me,

8 For Christ's free love's a boundless sea; What! to expire for such as me ?

Yes 'tis a truth divine;

My heart did melt, my soul o'errun
With love to see what God had done,
For souls as mean as mine.

Now I can hear a child proclaim.
The joyful news, and praise the name
Of Jesus Christ my king;

I know no sect, Christians are one,
With my complaints I now have done,
And God's free grace I sing.

10 Glory to him who gave his son,
To die for crimes which we had done,
And made salvation mine ;
For as we'd sold ourselves for nought,
So without money we are bought,
A blessed truth divine.

11 Come saints rejoice in Christ your king, His solemn praises sweetly sing,

And tell the world his love;
Sinners invite for to receive

Of God's free grace, and not to grieve
The holy sacred dove,

12 All those who do an int'rest gain,
In the bless'd Lamb that once was slain,
Will surely happy be;

Their loud hosannahs they shall raise,
A monument of God's high praise,
To all eternity.

HYMN 99,

Self denial; or taking up the Cross, Mark viil.

38. Luke ix. 26.

ASHAM'D of Christ! my soul disdains

The mean ungenerous thought; Shall I disown that friend whose blood To man salvation brought?