262. L. M. Another. go; BE with me, Lord, where'er I gave me do; Suggeft whate'er I think or fay; Affift, and teach me how to pray, What thou abhorr'ft, that let me flee! 0 may I never do my will, But thine, and only thine fulfil; 263. Sevens. HARRISON. I will not let thee go except thou bless me. LORD, I cannot let thee Bow 'Till a bleffing thou bestow; Do not turn away thy face, I Deft thou ask me who I am? Thou didst once a wretch behold, Sought thy mercy-feat by pray'r ; When I plead for Jesus' fake. Prayer anfwered by Croffes. Afk'd the Lord that I might grow In faith, and love, and ev'ry grace; Might more of his falvation know, And seek, more earnestly, his face. I hop'd that in fome favor'd hour, "From felf and pride, to set thee free; "And break thy fchemes of earthly joy, "That thou may'ft find thy all in me." HOU, who for finners once wast slain, Once dead, but now alive again; Give me to know, to taste, to prove, 266. C. M. TOPLADY'S Col. Another. F ATHER, whate'er of earthly bliss Accepted at thy throne of grace, "Give me a calm, a thankful heart, "Let the fweet hope that thou art mine, My life and death attend; Thy presence thro' my jounrey shine, "And crown my journey's end." M More of thy image let me bear: [ORE of thy presence, Lord! impart; Moroffy Erect thy throne within my heart, And reign without a rival there. Give me to read my pardon feal'd, All fhall be well if thou art mine. 268. L. M. Beddome. FO Give us this Day our daily bread. OUNTAIN of bleffing, ever bless Enriching all, of all poffefs'd; By whom the whole creation's fed, Give me, each day, my daily bread. To thee my very life I owe;' From thee do all my comforts flow; And ev'ry bleffing, which I need, Muft from thy bounteous hand proceed. Great things are not what I defire, Nor dainty meat, nor rich attire; Content with little would I be, That little, Lord, must come from thee. While wicked men, with all their store, Are ever grafping after more; With Agur's with I'm fatisfy'd, Nor grudge them all the world befide. 4 269. As the 148th.. NEWTON. The Beggar. ENCOURAG'D by thy word Of promise to the poor, Behold, a beggar, Lord, Waits at thy mercy's door! No hand, no heart, O Lord, but thine Can help, or pity wants like mine. I have no right to fay, That though I now am poor, |