HYMN XXXI.
AH! whither fhould I go,
Burden'd, and fick, and faint?
To whom should I my trouble show
And pour out my complaint?
My Saviour bids me come,
Ah! why do I delay ?
He calls the weary finner home,
And yet from him I stay.
2 What is it keeps me back,
From which I cannot part?
Which will not let my Saviour take
Poffeffion of my heart?
Some cursed thing unknown
Muft furely lurk within:
Some idol, which I will not own,
Some fecret bofom-fin.
3 Jefu, the hin'drance show,
Which I have fear'd to fee;
Yet let me now confent to know
What keeps me out of thee.
Searcher of hearts, in mine
Thy trying pow'r display;
Into its darkeft corners thine,
And take the veil away.
4 I now believe, in thee
Compaffion reigns alone :
According to my faith, to me
O let it Lord, be done!
In me is all the bar,
Which thou would'ft fain remove
Remove it, and I fhall declare
That God is only love.
ATHER of Jefus Chrift the juft,
My friend and Advocate with thee,
Pity a foul that fain would truft
In him who liv'd and dy'd for me:
But only thou canft make him known,
And in my heart reveal thy fon.
2 If, drawn by thine alluring grace,
My want of living faith I feel,
Shew me in Chrift thy fmiling face,
What flesh and blood can ne'er reveal;"
Thy co-eternal Son display,
And call my darkness into day.
3 The gift unspeakable impart ;
Command the light of faith to fhine; To shine in my dark, drooping heart, And fill me with the life divine : Now bid the new creation he!
O God, let there be faith in me.
HYMN XXXIII.
JESUS my Hope
For me offer'd up,
Who with clamour purfu'd thee to Cavalry's top 3
The blood thou haft shed,
For me let it plead,
And declare thou haft dy'd in thy murderer's ftead.
2 Now, now let me know
Its virtue below;
Let it wash me, and I fhall be whiter than fnow, Let it hallow my heart,
And throughly convert,
And make, O Lord, in the world as thou art.
3 Each moment apply'd,
My weakness to hide,
Thy blood be upon me, and always abide :
My advocate prove
With the Father above,
And fpeak me at laft to the throne of thy love.
HYMN XXXIV.
COME, holy celestial Dove,
To. vifit a forrowful breaft,
My burthen of guilt to remove,
And bring me affurance and reft:
Thou only haft pow'r to relieve
A finner o'erwhelm'd with his load;
The fenfe of acceptance to give,
And fprinkle his heart with thy blood.
2 With me if of old thou hast strove,
And frangely withheld from my fin,
And try'd, by the lure of thy love,
My worthilefs affections to win :
The work of thy mercy revive;
Thy uttermoft mercy exert;
And kindly continue to ftrive,
And hold till I yield thee my heart.
3 Thy call if I ever have known,
And figh'd from myself to get free;
And groan'd the unspeakable groan,
And long'd to be happy in thees
Fulfil the imperfect defire,
Thy peace to my confcience reveal;
The fenfe of thy favour infpire, '
And give me my pardon to feel!
4 If when I had put thee to grief,
And madly to folly return'd,
Thy pity hath been my relief,
And lifted me up as 1 mourn'd:
Moft pitiful Spirit of grace,
Relieve me again, and restore,
My spirit in holiness raise,
To fall and to fuffer no more..
5 If now I lament after God,
And gafp for a drop of thy love,
If Jefus hath bought thee with blood,
For ine to receive from above:
Come, heavenly Comforter, come,
True witnefs of mercy divine,
And make me thy permanent home,
And feal me eternally thine!
HYMN XXXV.
STAY, thou infulted Spirit, stay,
Tho' I have done thee fuch despite,
Nor caft the finner quite away,
Nor take thine everlafting flight.
2 Though I have most unfaithful been
Of all whoe'er thy grace receiv'd,
Ten thousand times thy goodnefs feen,
Ten thousand times thy goodness griev'd.
3 Yet, O the chief of finners fpare,
In honour of my great High-Priest,
Nor in thy righteous anger fwear
T' exclude me from thy people's reft.
4 If yet thou canft my fins forgive,'
From now, O Lord, relieve my woes;
Into thy reft of love receive,
And blefs me with thy calm repofe.
5 From now my weary foul release,
Up-raife me with thy gracious hand,
And guide into thy perfect peace,
And bring me to the promis'd land.
WEARY of wand'ring from my God,
And now made willing to return,
I hear, and bow me to the rod;
For thee, not without hope, I mourn; I have an advocate above,
A friend before the throne of Love.
2 O Jefus, full of truth and grace,
More full of grace than I of fin,
Yet once again I feek thy face,
Open thine arms and take me in,
And freely my backflidings heal,
And love the faithlefs finner ftill.
3 Thou know'ft the way to bring me back,
My fallen fpirit to restore;
O! for thy truth and mercy's fake,
Forgive, and bid me fin no more!
The rains of my foul repair,
And make my heart a houfe of pray'r. 4 Ah! give me, Lord, the tender heart, That trembles at th' approach of fin! A godly fear of fin impart :
Implant and root it deep within!
That I may dread thy gracious pow'r,
And never dare t' offend thee more.
HYMN XXXVII.
To the haven of thy breast,
O Son of Man, I fly,
Be my refuge and my reft,
For the ftorm is high!
Save me from the furious blast,
A covert from the tempest bel
Hide me, Jefus, till o'erpaft
The storm of fin I fee.
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