My Sins would roufe his Wrath to Flame, And yet his Wrath delays. [4 On a poor Worm thy Pow'r might tread, And I could ne'er with ftand: Thy Juftice might have crufh'd me dead, And yet thou length'neft out my Thread, Then fhall my Sun in Smiles decline, [1 Read Sov'reign, let my Ev'ning Song Like holy Incense rise; Affift the Off rings of my Tongue 2 Thro' all the Dangers of the Day Thy Hand was ftill my Guard, And ftill to drive my Wants away Thy Mercy food prepar'd.] 3 Perpetual Bleffings from above, But O how few Returns of Love 4 What have I done for Him that dy'd How are my Follies multiply'd, · ́ Faft as my LORD, with this guilty Heart of mine 6 Sprinkled afresh with pard'ning Blood, 1 VIII. An Hymn for Morning or Evening. HOSANNA, with a chearful Sound, upholding Hand; 2 That was a most amazing Pow'r 3 The Ev'ning refts our weary Head, 5 Our Breath is forfeited by Sin To God's avenging Law; We own thy Grace, immortal King, 6 GOD is our Sun, whofe daily Light IX. Godly Sorrow arifing from the Sufferings Α of CHRIST. LAS! and did my Saviour bleed! Would he devote that facred Head [2 Thy Body flain, fweet JESUS, thine, 3 Was it for Crimes that I had, done, 4 Well might the Sun in Darkness hide, 5 When God the mighty Maker dy'd Thus might I hide my blushing Face, Diffolve my Heart in Thankfulness, 6 But Drops of Grief can ne'er repay 1 Here, LORD, I give myself away, 'Tis all that I can do. X. Parting with carnal Foys. MY Soul forfakes her vain Delight, And bids the World farewel; Base as the Dirt beneath my Feet, 3 There's nothing round this fpacious Earth That fuits my large Defire; To boundlefs Joy, and folid Mirth, [ Where Pleafure rolls its living Flood, And fit to cheer the Mind. 5 Th' Almighty Ruler of the Sphere, 6 Had I the Pinions of a Dove, There fits my Saviour drefs'd in Love, 'I Send the Joys of Earth away, Away ye Tempters of the Mind; Falfe as the fmooth deceitful Sea, And empty as the whiftling Wind, 2 Your Streams were floating me along Down to the Gulph of black Despair; And whilft I liften'd to your Song, Your Streams had e'en convey'd me there. 3 LORD, I adore thy matchless Grace. That warn'd me of that dark Abyss: That drew me from those treach'rous Seas, And bid me feek fuperior Bliss. 4 Now to the fhining Realms above I ftretch my Hands, and glance my Eyes; To bear me to the upper Skies! 5 There from the Bofom of my GoD Oceans of endless Pleasures roll; XII. CHRIST is the Subftance of the Levitical 1 HE true Meffiah now appears, So fly the Shadows and the Stars |