O wash my foul from ev'ry fin, Should fudden vengeance feize my breath, Yet fave a trembling finner, Lord, 244. Chatham T. TOPLADY'S Col. The cry of a Heaven-born Soul. When divine, how fweet thou art! O! may I pant and thirst to prove God only knows the love of God: O that I could for ever fit And in his love rejoice! My only care, delight, and blifs, My joy, my heav'n on earth, be this, Confeffion and Pardon. HOW Soft, alas, this wretched heart Has wander'd from the Lord! How oft my roving thoughts depart, Forgetful of his word! Yet fov'reign mercy calls," Return:" Dear Lord, and may I come! My.vile ingratitude I mourn : O take the wand'rer home. And canft thou, wilt thou yet forgive, Almighty grace, thy healing pow'r How glorious, how divine! Thy pard'ning love, fo free, fo fweet, O keep me at thy facred feet, And let me roye no more, 246. C. M. WATTS'S P. Complaint under Temptations of the Devil. HOW 1 OW long wilt thou conceal thy face? When fhall I feel thofe heav'nly rays How long fhall my poor lab'ring foul Thy word can all my foes controul, See how the prince of darkness tries He spreads a mift around my eyes, Be thou my Sun, be thou my Shield; Make hafte before mine eyes are feal'd How would the tempter boaft aloud, Behold the fons of hell grow proud But they fhall fly at thy rebuke, He knows the terrors of thy look, 247. L. M. WATTS'S P. Deliverance from Temptation and Defpair HEE will I love, O Lord, my ftrength, My rock, my tow'r, my high defence; Thy mighty arm fhall be my truft, TH For I have found falvation, thence. Death, and the terrors of the grave, In my diftrefs I call'd, " My God," When I could fcarce believe him mine; And drew me from the deeps of death. 4 Great were my fears, my foes were great, My fong for ever fhall record 248. Helmsley T. FAWCETT. Caft down, yet hoping. My foul, what means this sadness ? Wherefore art thou thus caft down? Let thy griefs be turn'd to gladness, Bid thy reftlefs fears be gone: Look to Jefus, And rejoice in his dear name. What tho' fatan's strong temptations Vex and teize thee, day by day; And thy finful inclinations Often fill thee with dismay; Thou shalt conquer, Thro' the Lamb's redeeming blood. Tho' ten thousand ills befet thee From without, and from within; Jefus faith, he'll ne'er forget thee, But will fave from hell and fin: He is faithful, To perform his gracious word. Tho' diftreffes now attend thee, And thou tread'ft the thorny road; His right hand shall still defend thee," Soon he'll bring thee home to God; Therefore praise him,. Praise the great Redeemer's name. |