The righteous shall hold on his way,
The scriptures say, Ye must be born again;
The Spirit of the Lord must come

They shall be mine at that tremendous day :
They shall be mine, thus saith the Lord,

This is old Noah's ark,

'Tis only the man that is made to believe, "Tis well, and must indeed be well

"Tis well with the righteous,

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WE read the character of Christ,

What aileth thee, my soul, why so dismay'd?

Whatever man may think or say,

Whatever work God has for man to do,

What! has the Lord Jehovah said, ·
What is the reason, O my soul,

What is the state of man? Alas!

What is this point you long to know? [ What makes me feel so sad to-day?

What owest thou my Lord? should any ask,
What would it profit thee, my soul,
E Where shall I find a place of rest?
5 Where shall I find my God to-day?
Where shall I go to get relief
Where two or three together meet
Who dare dispute Jehovah's right,
Who turned the water to wine?
Why all this restlessness within ?
Why am
I distress'd when help is so near?
Why should I doubt the love of God,
Why should I seek for peace below?

EYE poor, distressed, doubting souls,
Ye prisoners of hope, who now

HYMNS AND POEMS.

Prolepsis.

1 GO, little fugitive, and seek a place
Amongst the people sav'd by sov'reign grace:
But if you meet a moderniz'd professor,
He'll jeer at you, and throw you on the dresser.
2 But when you find a broken-hearted man,
That glories in redemption's blessed plan,
That has no hope from any thing of self,
He won't despise and throw you on the shelf.
3 He'll say, All hail! because you suit his case:
You'll do for none but those who prize free grace,
And know and feel the ruins of the fall,
And crown Jehovah Jesus Lord of all.

4 The author of this book is well aware

That what is written will make some almost swear: That's no uncommon thing; nay, some there are, Who swear six days; on Sundays mimic pray'r. 5. My little book, you must not call on them, Because my creed they utterly condemn : Go you amongst the needy and the poor;

They will not frown and spurn you from their door. 6 And when you meet a man bow'd down with sin, Stop there a while, and he'll invite you in : The man that mourns the burthen of his guilt, Go, tell that man Christ's blood for him was spilt. 7 Go, tell blind Pharisees their sad mistake:

We read that some will ery Lord! Lord! too late:
I never knew you, the Lord will then declare;
Then pharisees will sink in dark despair.

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8 But tell the man that mourns because of sin,
(A thousand foes without, and more within)
Go, tell that man, I often mourn my case;
But tell him I'm a sinner sav'd by grace.
9 Some men are pleas'd to call me Antinomian :
And why? Because I'll pin my faith to no man:
The Bible tells me Jesus is the way;

I'll trust in him, whatever others say.

10 Some too, will tell us, we must conquer sin :" Whoever say so, feel not the plague within: And thousands that are cleans'd but never heal'd; "Tis wounded souls to whom Christ is reveal'd. 11 Go, little book, on such I'd have you They'll take you in who are the friends of Paul, Who preach'd salvation absolutely free, Belov'd of God from all eternity.

call;

12 There's none but such will give you any credit; Amongst Arminians you will gain no merit; The proud Free-willer, and Socinians too, Will hate your free-grace schemes, where'er you go. 13 The moderniz'd professors of the day, Who seek salvation quite another way, Have never, never felt the plague of sin, Nor ever saw their rottenness within. 14 Go, little book, and where you find your Go, tell them you are come just such another: As thousands have approv'd my first attempt, Of this, my second, I trust I shan't repent. 15 The poor and needy outcasts of the day,

brother,

That can't believe what all the preachers say,
Who feel themselves so miserably poor,
Go, little book, and stop at that man's door.
16 Whoever take you in or turn you out,
..You will be bless'd to some, I have no doubt:
Go, little book, may you be bless'd to many,
And I'll be satisfy'd without a penny.

17 But you that frown, (as many will, no doubt) Pray read me through before you throw me out; And if you disapprove of what I say,

Give me a friendly call if e'er you come my way. 18 I live at Sudbury, that dirty place,

Where are a few poor sinners sav'd by grace:
If you, dear reader, love such men as these,
I think my little book will not displease.

New-Year's Day Morning, 1818.

1 ANOTHER year has slipt away;
The new one just appears!

How rapidly our days tell off;

What little things are years!

2 Nay even three score years and ten, What are they but a bubble?

Each look'd-for, long'd-for, wish'd-for day,
Is sure to bring some trouble.
3 The Lord has brought me thro' the last,
But how, I cannot tell :

I dare not raise a murm'ring word,
For I am out of hell.

4 Each day has prov'd my Father's care,
Each night he watch'd my bed;

Sometimes I thought my God was gone,
And all my comforts dead.

5 Sometimes I've thought my Father frown'd, And left me in the dark;

Then, like the dove, I found no rest
Until I found the ark.
6 Sometimes could acquiesce in all,
And ev'ry thing was right:

Sometimes I've fretted all the day,

And mourn'd throughout the night.

7. Sometimes my way was hedg'd with thorns, And Providence wore a scowl;