5 The blessing of thy love bestow,

For this my cries shall never fail ; Wrestling, I will not let thee go,

I will not, till my suit prevail. 6 I'll weary thee with my complaint ;

Here at thy feet for ever lie; With longing, sick; with groaning, faint;

O give me love, or else I die. 7 Come then, my hope, my life, my Lord,

And fix in me thy lasting home! Be mindful of thy gracious word !

Thou, with thy promised Father, come. 8 Prepare, and then possess my heart;

O take me, seize me from above! Thee may I love, for God thou art;

Thee may I feel, for God is love! 72 Ward—p. 109.] L. M.

AIN would I go to thee, my God.

Thy mercies and my wants to tell ; To feel my pardon seal'd in blood :

Saviour, thy love I wait to feel. 2 Freed from the power of cancelld sin,

When shall my soul triumphant prove? Why breaks not out the fire within,

In flames of joy, and praise, and love ? 3 Jesus, to thee my soul aspires;

Jesus, to thee I plight my vows : Keep me from earthly, base desires,

My God, my Saviour, and my spouse. 4 Fountain of all-sufficient bliss,

Thou art the good I seek below; Fulness of joy in thee there is ;

Without, 'tis misery all, and wo.

73 Gainsborough-p.7.] C. M. My God, my God, to thee I cry;

Thee only would I know;
Thy purifying blood apply,

And wash me white as snow.
2 Touch me, and make the leper clean,

Purge my iniquity :
Unless thou wash my soul from sin,

I have no part in thee.
3 But art thou not already mine?

Answer, if mine thou art !
Whisper within, thou love divine,

And cheer my drooping heart.
4 Behold, for me the victim bleeds,

His wounds are open wide;
For me the blood of sprinkling pleads,

And speaks me justified.
74 Morrison—p. 112.] L. M.

soul before thee prostrate lies,

;

My wants I mourn, my chains I see;
O let thy presence set me free!
2 Jesus, vouchsafe my heart and will
With thy meek lowliness to fill ;
No more her power let nature boast,
But in thy will may mine be lost.
3 And well I know thy tender love ;
Thou never canst unfaithful prove :
And well I know thou stand'st by me,
Pleased, from myself to set me free.
4 Still will I watch and labour still
To banish every thought of ill;
Till thou, in thy good time appear,
And save me from the fowler's snare.

5 Already springing hope I feel,
God will destroy the power of hell ;
God from the land of wars and pain,
Leads me where peace and safety reign.
6 One only care my soul shall know,
Father, all thy commands to do ;
And feel, what endless age shall prove,

That thou, my Lord, my God, art love. 75 Greenwalk—p. 69.) C. M.

THEN, rising from the bed of death,

I view my Maker face to face,

O how shall I appear!
2 If yet, while pardon may be found,

And mercy may be sought,
My soul with inward horror shrinks,

And trembles at the thought : 3 When thou, O Lord, shalt stand disclosed

In majesty severe,
And sit in judgment on my soul,

O how shall I appear!
4 O may my broken, contrite heart,

Timely my sins lament,
And early, with repentant tears,

Eternal wo prevent.
5 Behold the sorrows of my heart,

Ere yet it be too late ;
And hear my Saviour's dying groan,

To give those sorrows weight!
6 For never shall my soul despair

Her pardon to secure,
Who knows thine only Son hath died

To make that pardon sure.

76 Kingsbridge-p. 117.] L. M. O

FOR a glance of heavenly day,

To take this stubborn heart away; And thaw, with beams of love divine, This heart, this frozen heart of mine! 2 The rocks can rend; the earth can quake ; The seas can roar; the mountains shake : Of feeling, all things show some sign, But this unfeeling heart of mine. 3 To hear the sorrows thou hast felt, O Lord, an adamant would melt: But I can read each moving line, And nothing moves this heart of mine. 4 Thy judgments, too, unmoved I hear, (Amazing thought !) which devils fear! Goodness and wrath in vain combine To stir this stupid heart of mine. 5 But something yet can do the deed; And that blest something much I need : Thy Spirit can from dross refine,

And melt and change this heart of mine. 77 Liberty_p. 146.] Ist P. M. 6 lines 8s.

Wrestling Jacob.

FIRST PART.

TOME, O thou traveller unknown,

Whom still I hold, but cannot see !
My company before is gone,

And I am left alone with thee :
With thee all night I mean to stay,
And wrestle till the break of day.
2 I need not tell thee who I am ;

My sin and misery declare ;
Thyself hast call'd me by my name,

Look on thy hands and read it there ;

But who, I ask thee, who art thou ? Tell me thy name, and tell me now. 3 In vain thou strugglest to get free,

I never will unloose my hold; Art thou the man that died for me?

The secret of thy love unfold : Wrestling, I will not let thee go, Till I thy name, thy nature know. 4 Wilt thou not yet to me reveal

Thy new, unutterable name? Tell me, I still beseech thee, tell ;

To know it now resolved I am: Wrestling, I will not let thee go, Till I thy name, thy nature know. 5 What though my shrinking flesh complain,

And murmur to contend so long : I rise superior to my pain :

When I am weak, then I am strong! And when my all of strength shall fail, I shall with the God-man prevail.

SECOND PART.
YIELD to me now, for I am weak,

But confident in self-despair ;
Speak to my heart, in blessings speak;

Be conquer'd by my instant prayer :
Speak, or thou never hence shalt move,
And tell me if thy name be Love.
2 'Tis Love ! 'tis Love! thou diedst for me;
I hear thy whisper in my

heart; The morning breaks, the shadows flee,

Pure, universal love thou art : To me, to all, thy bowels move, Thy nature and thy name is Love. 3 My prayer hath wer with God; the grace Unspeakable I now receive ;

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